Bill eats more than bacon and eggs for breakfast.
-- Breakfast in America --
Lori enters the kitchen and goes straight to the coffee pot to refill her mug. Laurie asks me if I want coffee, and I say yes, I'll get it. Lori takes a mug from the cabinet and puts it on the counter. She then walks to the kitchen table and sits in the same chair she sat in last night. She surveys the table, which is set for breakfast. She shakes her head, sips her coffee, and lights a cigarette. Sandy is on her phone and ignores us.
Megan says to me, "Scrambled eggs, bacon, and pancakes. Will that do?"
"Sounds good," I say, filling my cup of coffee. I look over Megan's shoulder as she stands at the stove, then move to the table. I sit on the bench where I sat last night.
There are two place settings, so I slide down next to Sandy.
Lori laughs. "Wow, you must be special. Megan never does this for us. You need to come more often."
I smile. "Awe..., you think I'm special, you're gonna give me a big head."
Sandy looks up from her phone. "What's so special about him? Just because he came last night?"
"He's my friend," Lori says, "and he hasn't come here in a while.".
"Oh," Sandy says unexpectedly. "Well, it's nice of Megan to make us breakfast in his honor. If Bill's head grows, maybe he'll come more for us. I think Megan would like Bill to come sooner and more often. Bill likes coming, so we shouldn't have to get on our knees and beg him to come."
Megan drops a pancake on the floor and mutters, "fuck."
"I think his head is growing bigger," Sandy says flatly.
Sandy leans towards me and laughs. But under the table, I feel her hand slide up my thigh and grab my cock. She squeezes and jerks it a couple of times. Sandy lets go of me after I give her a dirty glance, and her eyes return to her phone. Sandy has a little shit-eating grin on her face. I don't react to Sandy's innuendo or assault; Megan recovers quickly, and Lori. Well, Lori can be a little slow sometimes, and thankfully, she doesn't pick up on it.
"I agree," Lori unwittingly says, "I'd like it if you'd come more often once is not enough. It won't be so hard now that you are single again. You know me, I'd love it if you came more often. What can we do to help you come more often?
I'm drinking my coffee and nearly spit it all over the table. Sandy and Megan repress, laughing out loud as I cough and cover my mouth. Lori looks at me with concern.
"Sorry, I swallowed wrong, and it went down the wrong pipe," I manage to say between coughs.
Sandy and Megan can't hold back any longer and break out laughing.
"Hey, that's not funny," Lori admonishes her daughters.
"It almost came out his nose!" Sandy laughs.
Megan is laughing and trying to finish breakfast; I start laughing and coughing simultaneously. Lori just looks at us like we're all crazy but then starts laughing herself.
Finally, we all calm down. And for a minute or so, I only hear Lori and Sandy sipping their coffee and pancakes sizzling on the grill.
"I gotta think," Sandy breaks the silence, "it's gotta get really hard for Bill to come so frequently. At some point, he's going to be drained."
Megan choked this time; turning away from the stove, she bent over, coughing and laughing.
"Are you okay, honey?" Lori asks Megan.
"Yeah," Megan replies, "just swallowed wrong."
"She got something stuck in her throat last night," Sandy says with a straight face, "maybe you should get it checked out."
I let out a snort. Lori glances at me and then turns to Megan.
"Is that true, Meg?" Lori says with concern, "Did you get something caught in your throat when you were out last night."
"It's nothing, Mom," Megan says, staring at Sandy. "I'm fine. Breakfast is almost ready."
Sandy flashes me a grin. What a stinker. She's fucking with me and her sister. Lori is thankfully oblivious to the innuendo underlying the conversation. I gently kick Sandy under the table to get her to stop, and she rolls her eyes in response.
"You know, Sandy," I say, with a grin, "you're welcome to come anytime and as much as you'd like. It'd be my pleasure. You are all welcome to come on a visit."
"That's nice of you to offer, Bill," Lori says, "it might be nice to get away and visit."
"I'm not sure he could handle us at the same time, Mom," Sandy says, "but I'm sure he'd like to try. It might be better to come with him one at a time, or maybe with a friend. Would it be okay if I came with a friend, Bill?"
"Absolutely," I respond and squeeze her thigh under the table.
"You're right, honey," Lori says, "it might be hard for him if we all came at the same time."
"But I bet he'd love it," Megan says, picking up the breakfast platter with a grin.
Megan finishes cooking and brings a platter of eggs, pancakes, and bacon to the table. She sits beside me, and we start talking about other things. They discuss their plans for the day and the cookout tonight at Cece's. This is news to me. Lori explains that we are all going to her sister's house for a cookout and to watch the fireworks. I should bring my swimsuit if I have one. Megan and Sandy excitedly tell me that Cece won big in her last divorce and lives in a big house in an exclusive community overlooking the Ohio River. She has an outdoor kitchen, a huge pool, and a hot tub on her patio. It's a great place to watch the fireworks.
I'm excited to go to the cookout and see Cece again. It sounds like she has a beautiful home and a lot of fun things to do. I think for a moment and remember I didn't pack my swimsuit. I guess I won't be enjoying the pool and hot tub. Regardless, I'm sure it will be a great time.
I also wonder what Cece's ex-husband was like. He must have been wealthy enough to have given her such a large settlement. The girls don't say much about him, but they don't like him by their tone.
Lori apologizes for forgetting to tell me about the cookout. I scolded her for not letting me know. Reminding me that I plan to visit her mom this afternoon, Lori suggests bringing her to the cookout. I think this is a great idea.
The conversation dies out as we all attack our breakfast. I glance around the table and think we all need to replenish our energy. Thoughts of what I did with each of these women flood back into my brain. From fucking Lori during her lap dance last night to finally finishing with her not thirty minutes ago. Filling Sandy with my cum an hour before that. And Megan, she took me three times. I shake my head as I take another mouthful of eggs. I think about each and their own sexual qualities.
Sandy is the tightest and freakiest of the bunch. She made me cum quickly but intensely. I'd love to visit that again, but that is highly unlikely. Megan has the rawest sex appeal. She'd make a deadman hard. The first orgasm with her is probably the best blowjob I have ever had. If I stay here another night, she will find a way to join me in bed. And then there is Lori; I've wanted to fuck her my whole life and probably always will. It's always great with her. I like the idea of filming her and Ben, and after what happened last night, I think it will be more than running the camera.
Sarah finishes first, drinks the last of her orange juice, and puts her hands in her lap. I feel her hand touch and caress my thigh before moving up and grasping my partial hard-on. She turns and smiles at me.
"How is your breakfast?" she asks me.
Momentarily distracted by my thoughts and her hand squeezing my cock, I take a second to answer.
"It's great," I say, "thank you."
"You seem distracted, Bill," Sandy says, her toes rubbing up and down my right calf.
"Oh, just thinking about what's happened so far on this trip," I say honestly, "and thinking about the party tonight. I'm a little bummed I don't have a suit."
I stifle a moan when Megan slowly pulls down my zipper and reaches into my shorts, grabbing my stiffening shaft.
