Jason Cannon: Threesome for mom

Then her own climax struck.

She threw her hips wide, twisting, rolling her lower body from side to side. "Don't stop," she cried as the dick in her mouth stopped creaming. Jerry pumped faster, jerking his meat in and out in spite of her teeth, trying to raise another load, to accommodate her. But his cock seemed to be momentarily fucked-out. It began to grow limp, to hang from her mouth.

Meg sucked with all her might. Working her middle finger high in his rectum, gyrating her ass, her pussy, she greedily drank the hot cum as electric sensations raced up her spine. But her pussy wanted more. More than a tongue. There was no way to still the need in her belly except by cock, his cock. She didn't care anymore if Sada would be hurt. All she cared about was fucking. There was nothing so good, so exciting, as fucking.

"Fuck me, Jerry. Your cock is still hard enough. Fuck me with it!"

Jerry slipped his cock from her mouth. It came out with a soft, popping sound. Cum oozed down her chin. "Lift your knees," he directed, steering the purple glands to her slit.

She knew what he wanted, knew exactly how to best please hint, and herself. Making tiny noises in her throat, she raised her legs, dropped her knees wide, and took the slippery length of his prick up her pussy. She felt his weight come down on her belly. Her arms encircled his shoulders. She offered her cum-sticky lips, and began the slow, taunting, rhythmic fuck motion that would bring them to orgasm once more.

"Like this?" she whispered, teasing, working her cunt muscles, her thighs.

"Yes, yes!"

"Then fuck me!" she told him. "Don't talk! Kiss and fuck me!"

And they fucked. For another hour they fucked.

In the ass, the pussy and in the mouth. She wanted him every way she could take him. And he wanted to give it to her.

At last Jerry lay on his back, eyes closed, arms wide, sucking huge draughts of breath into his lungs. Meg watched his chest heave. Her gaze traveled the length of his muscular body, pausing at the wiry cock-hair surrounding his prick. It was an absurd-looking thing, she decided. Limp, it appeared to be nothing more devastating than a finger. Yet even now she could imagine it hard, standing tall, pulsing, and ready to shoot another thick gush of cream.

Then he said the words that started her mind to chum.

"How would you like two cocks at the same time?"

"What?" She could hardly believe her ears. "You can't mean that!"

"Sure," he said, raising up on one elbow and looking down at her. "Hell, Meg, it just doubles the fun. See, I've got this old buddy of mine. Well, he got married, see, and he wants to swing, but his wife doesn't."

"Something like Sada, you mean?"

"Yeah, something like that," he replied, not stopping to wonder why Meg would say such a thing. "If you and I got together some afternoon and then brought his wife into it, she'd be sure to go along."

His words sparked an idea in Meg's mind. "What you're saying then… that you'd really like to fuck two women at the same time?"

"Hell, yes! What guy wouldn't?" he said, his charming grin lighting up his face.

"Why don't you and Sada get together with tern?"

"No dice," Jerry laughed. "Sada says she doesn't want to swing. And I gave my word I wouldn't."

"But you would with me!"

"Hell, yes," he laughed again. "You're sure as hell not gonna tell her."

No, Meg thought, I won't tell her. But I might show her.

Most of the same people were around the bar and at the tables. Meg ordered a drink, let her eyes adjust to the gloom, and looked for Sandra.

She couldn't see the woman and wished that she had taken her phone number after all. Meg was about to leave when, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Sandra coming through the door, followed by an enormous hulk of a man.

Sandra saw her immediately and cut a straight path through the tables to the bar. "Well, well, well, we meet again," she said, leaning over and boldly kissing Meg on the lips. "This is my husband, Roy. Roy, this is the delicious piece I told you about. The scared one."

"I've gotten over my fright," Meg said. "Hello, Roy."

"Hi," Roy said, his voice rolling like a bass drum out of his barrel chest.

Sandra and Roy led her to a table. They ordered drinks and made conversation for a few minutes and then Sandra excused herself to go to the powder room.

"Sandra told me you were lovely and great in bed," Roy said bluntly, unnerving Meg by his openness. "How was she?"

"Sandra's very nice… I mean, she's a beautiful woman."

"I know that," he said, his eyes full of amusement. "How was she in bed. Did you enjoy fucking her?"

Oh Jesus, Meg thought, I hadn't bargained on both of them. God, what did they do? Lie in bed together and talk about her ability, her pussy?

Sandra came back to the table. "Well?"

"Fine with me," Roy said, smiling up at his wife.

"Okay," Sandra said. "Let's drink up and blow this place!"

"Roy, darling, do you still have that last set of movies?" Sandra asked as they entered the familiar apartment. "I'm sure Meg would love them, and they might make her feel a little more at ease."

"You bet," Roy said. "You two fix the drinks. I'll be in the den threading the projector."

Meg stood, awkwardly beside the bar while Sandra fixed a tray of martinis. Looking around the room she felt a cold chill as she remembered her last visit here and the kinky sex that had occurred.

She guessed that before the night was over and she could ask Sandra for the favor she wanted, she would have to end up in bed with both of them. The idea of having Roy crawling all over her wasn't very appealing, but she kept telling herself that it was for a good cause.

"Drinks are ready," Sandra said. "C'mon."

As they walked into the den, Sandra carried the tray in one arm and guided Meg with the hand of the other. The other woman managed to slide her hand across Meg's breast quite a few times with obvious intent.

In the dim room, Roy took her hand and pulled her to him. His mouth parted as it came down on hers in a tongue-sucking kiss. She heard Sandra's laughter as he poured the heat of his mouth into hers.

Meg felt her body respond to the giant immediately.

"Be careful, darling," Sandra admonished, "you'll break the poor girl's back."

He broke the kiss and leaned his head back to look at her. "I'd like to do more than that," he said.

"Later, my sweetest, later," Sandra cooed, the meaning in her voice all too clear. "Are the films ready?"

"Not quite," Roy replied, leaving Meg and moving to a projector mounted on a table behind him. "I've got quite a little splicing to do."

"Good, then I can get a little more comfortable. Come along, Meg, you can freshen up in my bedroom. You know the way."

Meg followed her with her face burning. She cursed herself because the woman was able to make her feel like such a child.

The bedroom was just as Meg remembered it, with the huge bed and one wall completely lined with mirrors.

Sandra stood in the middle of the carpeted room and peeled away her dress. She wore no bra. Meg could clearly see the huge, rigid nipples that she also remembered so well.

She averted her eyes.

"Feel like a shower?" Sandra asked.

"No… I don't think so."

"Then come along and keep me company." Meg followed her naked body into the huge bathroom. "Doesn't it turn you on to see me naked like this?" Sandra asked.

The dark eyes seemed to be laughing at Meg. Sandra stretched, catlike, emphasizing her high breasts, moving her hips in a way that brought color to Meg's face.

"What do you feel when you look at me this way?" Sandra persisted, her voice deepening.

"I think you're very attractive," Meg hedged, feeling herself hemmed in, but turned on.