Glenn was not distracted by visions of Nan this time. His imagination never left the Gilbert house. He could hardly keep himself from starting his collections first thing in the morning; and when he did start he went through them impatiently.
Finally, he was knocking on the pivotal back door, having seen the Fein car in the drive. A shadow appeared. The latch clicked. He looked up.
"Hello, Glenn. It is Glenn, isn't it?" It was Roxanne in a sheath dress, slit high to the point of the hip, a deep purple red with moiré swirls in it. She was absolutely purring.
"Yes, ma'am," he said in a high, clear, boyish tone. He had selected his role: the boy being initiated. "Is it okay to come in?"
"Please do!" Roxanne stood aside and gave his hand a grateful squeeze before turning to speak to her hostess. "It's the paper boy, Mary," she said mockingly.
"I
love
the paper boy!" exclaimed Mary. She arose and came over close to him. Don't I, Glenn?"
"Yes, Mary," he replied. He looked at Roxanne again, and Mary introduced her as Roxy.
"Now, if you could have us, both of us, do anything at all, what would you want, baby? Don't be shy." Mary watched him flick his gaze back and forth.
"Well, first... I want Roxy to lick my balls... and my ass, too, like especially... while you suck me!"
"Aren't you bold!" Roxy exclaimed.
"He's blushing!" cried Mary, delighted with her amusing pet boy.
"I can do that," Roxy said. "Take your clothes off and let's get started, little man. You want a tongue in your ass, you want your cock sucked?"
"Please, Roxy. Please, Mary."
They laughed and led him into the living room. "Put your clothes on the wooden chair, there," suggested Mary. "We were having a drink, would you like one? I mixed margaritas!"
Glenn disrobed before the two women, considering, but vetoed it.
"Margaritas make me thirsty," lasciviously amplified Roxanne, "I wind up wanting to suck something, every time." They laughed again. Roxanne, especially, was pretty loaded. They both sipped and eyed the increasingly naked boy with unbridled lust.
Glenn, completely nude, stepped one leg up on the sofa cushion and set his fists to his hips. "Come and suck me," he said.
Mary reached behind her back and unzipped her dress, which had been blue satin, as elegant as Roxanne's but less sexy. She didn't want to wrinkle it, but Roxanne was eager to satisfy and just dropped and crawled under him. She lapped across his anus and probed with a rough tongue at the back of his bag. Mary stood in hose, heels, thigh garters and a necklace of little aquamarines and draped her dress over his jeans. Instead of stooping to suck she put one leg on the couch, herself.
"Lick me first," she requested. Her auburn hair was trimmed to frame the dark pussy lips, which hung slightly open. Her hand touched the back of his head, the perfume of her greedy sex rose into his face, and his mouth in response closed on her tightly.
She felt the first rapid flicks of the little tonguetip strum her clit. "You are a marvel, Glenn," said she. Roxanne was striving meanwhile to abase herself; she was sensuously reaming him in and out with her stiffened tongue, clasping his hips in both hands. He could never have imagined such a thing before.
After a minute, Mary stooped and took his cock to the root in her mouth. It was angled so stiffly upward her forehead pushed into his belly. Glenn put a hand on top of each head and closed his eyes in bliss.
Before long he had to lie down. He put a leg over Roxanne's silk-covered shoulder and mewed with pleasure as the two old sluts devoured him. "I'm gonna come, Mary!" he gasped.
"Come," she told him around his cock, and so he let her have it with Roxy up his ass, drooling on his leg and grunting. Mary whined in her nose and swallowed, while he made his own animal noises with each shot of cream. Glenn's orgasm came in freight-train spurts, the sensation was so strong he shrieked aloud with each one as it rocketed out through him. Roxy's tongue seemed to have found his weak spot. It was a fine beginning and they were all ridiculously pleased with themselves, but Glenn lay panting for some time, tingling and reluctant to move.
"You got that vibrator, Mary?" Glenn wondered. He wanted to explore further the connection between his ass and that kind of almost unbearable come.
"I got better than that! Wait'll you see! Can I get it, Roxy?"
"Okay."
Mary rose to her feet and storked out in her heels. "Suck me a little, Roxy, and let me see your pussy," Glenn said. Roxy complied at once and let him finger it while she worked. Mary came in with the strap-on all buckled tight, bobbing permanently stiff at the front of her hips.
"Now we can fuck you right back, Glenn. Like it?" Mary stroked it like a cock with her hand and turned sideways to show it off.
"It gives me an idea," Glenn said. Mary laughed, mocking.
"I just bet it does," she said. Roxy kept up a steady blowjob and her hips writhed on his meaty fingers.
"I'll lick Roxy's ass until it's wide open and soft and then I want you to fuck it with--"
"It was your ass I had in mind," chided Mary, clutching the plastic strap-on and standing akimbo.
"No, I want it!" said Roxy, but her face was red with shame.
"Really?" Mary was not expecting to hear that.
"And I'll lick her while you fuck her up the ass," continued Glenn. "In your room, in front of the mirror so we can all watch it going in."
Mary ignored his idea completely, and frowned a little. "Are you sure, Roxy?"
"Yes. There's lube in my bag."
"You can fuck me with it afterwards. Please, Mary?"
"All right; sure. Why not?" She clicked off to get the lubricant.
Glenn tapped Roxy gently on the thigh. "Up on your knees so I can lick you," he ordered in a soft voice. She braced herself and pulled the dress up out of his way, then lay her head on the rug with her ass high.
"Pull open a little," Glenn said. Both hands laid enameled nails on her cheeks, which she pulled away from each other to reveal her defenseless trembling anus. Glenn just looked at it, letting the moment of her submission extend. "Is that ass mine?" he whispered.
"Yes. It's yours, I'm completely yours. Fuck me any way you want. Please. I'm all completely yours, in every way."
"I'm going to fuck your ass, Roxanne."
"Oh, yes. Oh, thank you."
He leaned languidly forward and ran his tongue over it. Twice, three times. Mary came back in and stood watching for a beat. Glenn looked up around the curve of Roxy's buns. "Make her suck that while I get her ready, Mary! Please?"
Mary was a little bit puzzled, but given a dominant task to do, she set her doubt aside. Dropping to her knees in front of her friend, she told her, "Suck me, slut," and Roxy gave head to the plastic with tears on her closed eyelids. Mary's eyes narrowed.
"Get it nice and wet, 'cause it goes right up your ass next, understand?"
"Yes."
"Pull that ass open more," barked Glenn.
"Yes. Mmp."
"I'm gonna fuck your ass raw," spat Mary.
"It's almost ready, Mary," said Glenn. "Relax it, slut!" He was taking his cues from Mary. It seemed unnecessary to insult the woman, but it did seem to make Roxy hotter.
