Chapter 5: Foursome

I lay on my back on the largest of the pool loungers on my patio. We were in the shade. Despite the hot weather, Penny lay cuddled closely against one side of me trying to maximize the skin-on-skin contact, our sweaty bodies almost sliding together when one of us moved. She was still nude from our lovemaking; I’d slipped on some thin athletic shorts. I still felt some modesty around the girls.

On my other side, Wendy lay against me, one of her breasts carefully draped onto my upper chest. She wore her monokini. She was kissing me, and telling me that I was loved ‘times three’ by the women on the patio. No one was arguing with her.

Tracy was doing slow laps in my small pool, also only wearing a monokini. I didn’t think any of my neighbors paid any attention to me or what went on in my back yard, so I wasn’t too concerned about the nudity. If one happened to look, maybe they’d get inspired on the home front.

Penny whispered, “No man has ever made me soar like you did. All I want to do is spend every second impaled on your cock while you make love to me. I feel so good.”

I turned my head from Wendy and kissed Penny. We French kissed, and the action did make my cock stir. I apologetically said, “I think you have to share with the others.” I didn’t explain that the ‘others’ included her teen daughter.

One of my hands fondled Penny’s right breast. There was more than a handful, and I’d gotten her nipple into a white-hot state of arousal again. It had signalled its mate, a few inches away, to also erect in arousal. I could feel that nipple etching words of love against my side.

If anybody had described this scene to me, plus told me up to a week before, how I’d feel and how much sex I’d would have had over the week, I would have laughed them off the face of the earth.

Now I was living in some fantasy. I had two beautiful teenagers, each with IQs higher than Einstein, that loved and lusted after me. We’d learned so much together, and I felt love for them – and lust. My self-confidence had taken a huge leap.

And then the mother of one of them decided that I was not only ‘safe’ – her word, but also desirable. I’d just spent the end of the morning making love to her, apparently making her lose consciousness three times from what I did to her in a sexual way – cunnilingus and intercourse. She’d also confessed her love to me, and while I certainly lusted after the older blonde, I wasn’t sure I was in love with her – yet. I had leanings in that direction.

Wendy whispered to me, “Make love to me right here – right next to ... Penny and while Tracy watches.” We were both nude by then. I felt her small tuft of pubic hair against my privates.

I rolled over onto Wendy and as that happened, she took hold of my hard shaft and steered me right into her slick pussy. I slid inside feeling her velvet friction. She immediately felt like a large dose of heaven wrapped around my penis. How would I ever continue to live without frequent doses of this illicit drug. Sex with any of these women was more addictive than heroin.

As I was up on my hands looking downward at Wendy, I realized that Penny was wide awake and watching our every move. She smiled, “God, you are one fabulous lover. Even as you do Wendy, I can feel sympathy strokes by you inside my own pussy. I think we all want some of that this afternoon.”

Behind me Tracy said, “We sure do. Why don’t you spread yourself around to each of us? Since you came in my mom earlier, you can probably hold off, but please us a lot.”

I liked that idea and gestured to the spot that I’d occupied on the chaise, between Wendy and Penny – Tracy’s mother. Tracy thought for a minute and then took the space after stripping bare.

I continuing probing my cock into Wendy, but started using the fingers of one hand on Tracy. After about two minutes, I moved over and pushed my cock into Tracy. Her legs wrapped around my lower body and we started to fuck. Penny watched us in what appeared to be amazement. I could tell that she was also highly aroused because a hand started to work on her clit. Not many mothers get to watch their sixteen-year-old daughter have a loving fuck.

Two or three minutes later, I extracted from Tracy and moved between Penny’s legs. She moaned and welcomed me back into her more mature body. Tracy was the one with the big eyes as she watched me piston into her mother. I know they were trying to change the relationship to ‘big sister-little sister’ or something other than ‘mother-daughter’, but I was still back in their old paradigm.

Penny orgasmed after about a minute. I rode out the pleasure with her, and then moved back to Wendy. I kept the rotation going for the next hour, somehow not tiring. Thankfully, we changed positions multiple times. When I felt like I wanted to cum, I’d pause or slowly change partners. I wondered how one recovered from sexual exhaustion. I felt I might be a candidate by the end of the day.

Intercourse wasn’t my only foray into the three women. They were as turned on by my tongue and fingers as by my cock. Once I discovered that, I rotated through the women, but with the various techniques for pleasing them. Penny did, however, tell me that she preferred my cock in her snug little mature cunt more than fingers or my tongue.

I surrendered about four o’clock and collapsed between Tracy’s legs. I’d been eating her pussy, but I just couldn’t sustain any further effort. I put my head on her lower abdomen and sighed. My lower body went limp, part on and partway off the chaise. I was a failure at sex.

Wendy stroked my body and so did Penny after Tracy moved and I crawled completely onto the chaise. Wendy said, “That was amazing, Matt. You’ve been giving us orgasms and making us feel great all afternoon. I’ve had about a dozen really good ones, and so have Tracy and Penny. Just relax. You’re off duty for a while.

The three women got up from the chaise. Somebody put a rolled-up towel under my head as a pillow. I was out like a light. I think I also had a sleep deficit from the night before when I’d been up late making love to Wendy and Tracy.

I was awakened about six o’clock by a flurry of kisses. Wendy was beside me on the chaise showering my face with little pecks and licks. She was so cute. How’d I get so lucky. I stretched.

I asked the time, and whether I could take everyone to dinner. That idea went over well. Apparently, the others had also taken a nap. Wendy said, “We wanted to be rested so we could keep up with all you’re going to do to us after dinner.” I think I groaned. My jaw ached from the afternoon’s activities. Eating three pussies between fucking them was taxing business.

I took a swim to wake up and then rinsed off the chlorinated water. I then went in to my bedroom to dress. Three naked women were there putting on make-up and talking about what to wear. They’d decided we were going to back to Sharky’s. I was to give the experience that Wendy got at the restaurant to Tracy and Penny, so I had to make sure to wear my dancing shoes. I called ahead and arranged for a table.

Over dinner, I got Penny’s attention and asked in a serious tone. “Penny, when we first met, your reaction to me was very unexpected. I feel sure that most mother’s discovering that their underage daughter and her best friend were messing around with an older man would have gone bat-shit crazy and nearly destroyed the man with their fangs and talons. Instead, almost from our first meeting – maybe even before – you’ve been open and even romantic with me. Could you explain?”

Penny smiled, “I can. Not in any order, but my daughter is smart – very smart. She’s smarter than the rest of this place put together, except for Wendy, who is the same way. They are both widely read about the subject of relationships, love, predators, sex, and you name it. They read and understand everything that I’ve given them to read, and some of that was highly cautionary about horny men and players.

“I’ve been Tracy’s mother and like a mother to Wendy. I know that they know what they’re doing when they find an older man and latch onto him. For them, it is not a teenage infatuation or puppy love. They evaluated all the factors about you and found you their man of choice for a long-term relationship. Whatever your personality and behavior traits, they liked them – and I think they’re falling in love with you – like me.

“Yes, it all started under strained circumstances, what with Wendy running away and then hiding in your car from the weather, but she quickly decided that you were not only safe but also desirable. You didn’t talk her into staying with you. She decided that that was what she wanted – even needed in her life. Soon thereafter, she involved Tracy and I heard about it, and also the conclusions that had been drawn about you.

“Further, I believe in the interactions of people’s auras. We each have an aura around us that displays everything there is to know about us. Our auras meet and interact, even over great distances, sharing the totality of that information about ourselves well before we ever say a word to the other person. This is why first impressions are often so accurate.

I sensed your aura and you sensed mine – oh, and Wendy’s and Tracy’s, back and forth. I learned that you are as smart as Wendy and Tracy, only you’re cruising through life in first gear and not using all your talents. You’re handy, someone inspired to do things to make your nest a little better and to rise up to be bigger and better, you’re protective of people you love, and you’re loving and caring and even romantic. I could go on, but I don’t want to inflate your ego too much.

“You know that Tracy and I are very orgasmic. We’re hypersexual. You might even call us nymphomaniacs, but that might be a pejorative term to some people. When you tipped Tracy into unconsciousness making love to her, that signaled something significant to me. I’ve been looking for a person that could do that to me, and in our first outing together, you did it not once but three times.

“Matt, I was in love with you before we met just hearing Tracy tell me about you and what Wendy’s experience had been. After that, I was trying to figure out how to seduce you. I needed to validate that we had chemistry face-to-face, and that went very well.”

I nodded throughout her remarks. Wendy and Tracy had listened to every word carefully.

I asked, “But ... if I couple with you ... or Wendy or Tracy ... what happens to the others? I don’t want to hurt any of you. I like all of you, but I’m being selfish in that I want all of you. I don’t want this to end, but maybe that’s just the horny and greedy pervert inside me talking.”

Penny smiled, “No, that’s good and I love the horny man; we all do. Hear me well. You can have all of us. Get rid of the notion that you have to make a choice of only one. I’m telling you that you can choose three of us, and maybe even more later if you fall in love with others. Just know that we may do the same, not to replace you but to expand the circle of people we love beyond each other.”

“Shouldn’t I be exclusive with one of you?” I posed.

Penny shrugged, “No, why would you think that?”

I gestured around the restaurant, “Because everyone else here is exclusive with their partner, I guess.” I thought exclusivity was a basic tenet of any serious relationship.

Penny shook her head. “Not a requirement between any of the three of us.” She glanced around the restaurant and said, “In many of these relationships, one partner thinks in terms of ‘owning’ the other; sometimes they both do. I do not want to be your possession and you shouldn’t want to be mine. I don’t own you. We choose to be in our relationship, but that’s not ownership. I can’t order you to do something. I ask, and if you agree you do it; or vice versa. Do you see what I’m trying to say?”

“I do. What about love?”

Penny chuckled, “The relationships that you see around you – not at this table – are almost entirely based on conditional love. That works for them, but I want to be loved UN-conditionally. I don’t want a set of rules that I have to adhere to in order to be loved.”

I asked, “Give me an example?”

Penny smirked, “I will love you only if you have sex with Wendy, Tracy, and me exactly the same number times a week. I don’t want either of them to get more from you than I get.”

I shook my head, “Keeping a record of that would be almost impossible. All spontaneity would disappear. We’d have to have a scorecard and schedule that we updated constantly. How would we handle doing things together like we did this afternoon?”

“That was a silly example, but you can see how a rule could be imposed. Here’s a more significant example: I will love you so long as you don’t have sex with anybody but the three of us.”

“So, it’d be cheating if I had a fourth woman on the side,” I stated.