"Did you fuck my mother?" Candy asked me. She was straddling me in a dining room chair and had my cock in her hand.
"I didn't tell her anything about your sex life. And she asked."
"But, did you fuck her?"
It would have been easy to say, "No," since technically I didn't. It was incredibly tempting to say that I fisted her and facefucked her and ate her until we were exhausted. But there's a line it's wrong to cross. "I don't think it's right -- for me -- to tell anyone about anyone else's sexual activities. Did she look more relaxed today?"
"She looked exhausted and happy. And she gave you a long goodbye kiss, and grabbed your ass, so whatever you did was good for her. Did I see Iris grab your dick?"
"I'm not saying."
"Feeling pretty cocky now aren't you?" She gave the referenced member a good squeeze. "Kinky old bastard, seducing a coed and using her to get her little sister AND her mother?"
"Young seductress, using an older man to debauch her innocent sister and mother?"
She pulled off her T shirt. "Suck my tits, you kinky old bastard. I'm going to text Iris and see if she can get Mom to confess while they're driving home." She grabbed her phone and started thumbing away. I sucked and licked at her left nipple.
Pulling my mouth away, I asked, "How was last night?" Then I switched to her right nipple.
She told me, "You know it was in the jock dorm, right? I thought Iris would stand out in the gym shorts and T shirt, but everyone there was wearing shit like that. I looked weird in my party dress" (I love that dress, low at the top, short at the bottom, tight all over). "Cake everywhere at that party! Everybody built, ripped, and stacked. Everybody energetic. Sweat pants and gym shorts and workout clothes. All the little cheerleaders and gymnasts and runners going braless like Iris. All the big chicks in sports bras, some with nothing on over it. But these jugs you're sucking on got some attention. Mine might not have been the biggest boobs there, but they were the biggest braless boobs and I stuck 'em out proud."
She was tugging on my cock absentmindedly as she talked. I ran my hands up and down her sides.
"Everybody was drinking and talking, and it was way more active and physical than average: dancing, play-wrestling, grabassing. Those gym shorts and sweat pants are easy to slide your hand right down into. This one basketball player? He must have been about 6'8". His dick was in proportion, if you know what I mean. I'm going for more of that some day.
"Anyway, Iris and I zoom in on these two football player, cut them out and we all go up to their room. Two sophomore linemen, easily over 6' and 220 each. There isn't much difference between them except one's black and the other's white.
"So we're drinking and making out, and I say, 'listen guys, tonight's a special night for my sister, visiting the college and all, so I'm just going to sit back over here, and I want you two to fuck her real good, okay?' And these guys, they're so cute, they're like, 'Ok, ma'am' like I'm an old lady. Iris says, 'Come on fellas, I want your pricks in my mouth, my vag, my butthole, everywhere! I want to rim you and lick your balls. I want to do it all. Just one thing: you've got to wear a condom. If you want, you can pull out and take it off and shoot on my belly or my ass, but let's not risk any diseases, okay?'
"Then they go at it. The two guys, Jerry and Ben, sit on one bed. Iris stands in front of them and pulls her gym shorts off. She isn't wearing any underwear. She does a spin so they get a good look at her little patch of blonde hair and her pretty little butt that you found so delicious.
"Without a word, in unison the two of them hike their hips up and strip their sweat pants down, and they aren't wearing any underwear. Jerry's dick is semi-erect and dangling against his thigh.more than 7" long already. Ben's full stiffy is just a little longer, pointing up at his six-pack.
"Iris steps right over to them and takes one in each hand. Standing up she's just barely taller than the two of them sitting down. She kisses Ben and tugs on Jerry's dick. Ben puts one hand on her shoulder to kind of steady her. I see his other hand rubbing up the inside of her thigh. Jerry has a hand on her ass. His hands are huge! He totally cups one entire butt cheek. His finger tips are in her ass crack, rubbing across her asshole and pushing toward her pussy. His other hand is up under her shirt, massaging one of her boobs.
"For a while she switches back and forth, making out with both of them, stroking both their dicks, while they both run their hands all over her, then settle in at her pussy. They're double teaming it like synchronized swimmers. One dips a finger in while the other rubs across the clit, then they switch. Soon Jerry has two big fingers pistoning in and out of her, while Ben has his hand, fingers split into a V, sliding across the outside. Iris is panting like a thirsty puppy."
"A puppy?" I broke her train of thought. She glanced down, suddenly remembering she had my cock in her hand. Almost absentmindedly, she hitched forward, sat onto it, and started rocking her hips. She kept the rocking up as she returned to her story.
"Jerry's going, 'C'mon Iris. You know you ready. Let go, Iris. Cum for Ben and me.' And she does. She shudders and wriggles and squirms and squeals -- a good orgasm.
"Then she slides down onto her knees and starts sucking on Jerry's cock. He keeps talking, 'That's right, Iris. Suck that shit. Wrap your lips around my licorice stick'
Iris bobs her head, taking as much of his long, hard dick as she can, slobbering all over it. Then she pulls off to switch to Ben.
"Right then I remember. 'You guys need to put condoms on right now!' I say. Iris pulls her mouth off Ben's dick and rolls her eyes at me. You'd be proud, 'cause I insisted. Jerry and Ben say, 'Yes, Ma'am!' Iris sits up on the bed between them. I toss them each a condom. This is why I'm telling you this part: They put them on each other! Yes! They, like, give each other a handjob and roll the condoms on, like it's the most natural thing in the world.