It must have been well after 2 A.M, before I was home and in my own bed after my delightful tryst with Peg at the bank. I slept late the next morning and it was not until maybe 10:30 or so that I was at the Stockton front door. It was Carol who answered my knock and invited me in. She was cool toward me, not at all unfriendly, but quiet and reserved, and I thought, perhaps a little embarrassed. Peg was waiting by the pool for us and right away she came to the point.
"Have a seat Ricky," she said motioning to the porch glider chair. She sat down on the couch in front of me where the night before I had pulled Carol across my knees and spanked her bare bottom. Carol sat down beside her there. Both girls were in their bikinis and I would have been drooling even more than I was were it not for the serious look on their faces. Something was afoot, but I said nothing and tried to wait patiently for the other shoe to fall.
Peg began, "Carol and I had a long talk last night after I rescued her from that humbling predicament that you left her in. With your help, she and I have come to an understanding. She accepts that I am not going back to her father. She agrees that I am entitled to a life of my own, and that I am not required to behave as if I was a nun in a convent. I in turn accept that she is a big girl now who is entitled to run her own life without my meddling. We are mother and daughter, and we will talk and communicate, we may suggest and recommend, but we will not try to control each other. Can you guess why any of this concerns you Ricky?"
I was afraid I might, but since I wasn't at all sure I was going to like the WAY it might concern me, I gave a stammering and non committal answer. "Well... er... not really, No."
Peg continued, "Well, perhaps the most important part of our new understanding is a mutual promise not to meddle in the relationships, sexual or otherwise, each of us may have with male companions and lovers. Likewise we have promised not to be jealous of each other, or to compete with each other, over our men... even if on occasion, it should happen that we are both attracted to the same one. I don't need to tell you that last part is already a problem we must deal with, nor do I need to tell you who that man is."
"Peg, I think that maybe I had better..." I tried to interrupt but my lover cut me off before I could get anything said... which was probably just as well because at that moment, I had absolutely nothing helpful to offer. The truth was I was frantically stalling for time to think, and I hadn't a clue about what I intended to say after my "...maybe I had better..." opening phrase.
"No, Ricky," Peg said refusing to waste time with my interruptions, "You have been around here waving that spectacular oversized penis of yours under the noses of a couple of horny females without any appreciation at all of what you were doing to our hormones. Damn you anyway. Man or boy, stallion or not, you have a responsibility to the women you tempt with that thing. You, however, haven't even considered how you are going to take care of Carol and I now that you have us all hot and bothered, and eager to spread our legs in your bed. We have decided, therefore, since you have no plan about how to deal with us, then we had better make one for you. Tell him Carol."
"You bet I'll tell him, the dope," Carol began. "Ricky, you made me promise to be your whore. O.K. but if that's what I am, then I expect you to fuck the bejabbers out of me, often and with enthusiasm. As your whore I have a right to expect that even tho you and my mother do have this thing going between you. Like I told you last night, ever since you have been fucking her, she goes around all mushy and satisfied, and you, every time she smiles, or shows you a little skin, you forget I'm even in the room."
I interrupted. "Now Carol, that's not altogether true. You may be a little bitch at times, but you are also a lovely and sexy woman that would give any man alive a hard-on."
"Can it man! I know what the score is around here. I am what the Chinese call a number two wife. I accept that. But even if my seat is at second fiddle, I am still entitled to have my pussy filled more often than just when you are horny and my mother isn't around. Mother and I have agreed that I am entitled to a fair share of your big cock. That doesn't necessarily mean that for every time you fuck her pussy, you must dip your wick in mine as well. We, me in particular, only expect you to take good care of each of us sufficient to keep a smile on both our faces. Fairness and equality, those are the things."
Nor are we are suggesting that the three of us will be carrying on one big continuous orgy. Far from it. My mother and I may be horny and hungry for your cock, but we are not really whores. We are females, and we tend to be romantic about our men. We would therefore prefer that you treat us as ladies first and sluts second, and as a routine, fuck us privately, one at a time. On the other hand, however, we are very much aware that every man dreams of making love to two women at the same time, and that a mother and daughter team is the adult male equivalent to Christmas morning for a six year old. We would not deny you that male fantasy, because if not overdone, to have you take she and I together in the same bed is certain to be fun for us too."
Carol was quite serious as she outlined 'the Stockton Plan' for sharing Ricky's penis. Peg, however, was smiling 'the smile' at me when she said, "Well, big boy that's the deal, so enjoy. We hope you're up to it"
She was quite right! I had no doubt about enjoying myself. I had just been offered the most beautiful woman I have ever known, and her not-to-be-sneezed-at daughter, both mine for the taking whenever I wanted, and actually insisting on being fucked equally. And then there was the delicious mental picture of Peg and Carol together, naked and willing in my bed! It indeed must be Christmas because visions of sugar plumbs were dancing in my head. Surely I have died and gone to heaven, and not the Christian heaven full of chaste and pure virgin angels and heavenly choirs either. No, I was in the Islamic paradise filled with houris and naked dancing girls dedicated to the pleasure of fallen warrior heroes.
The shit-eating grin on my face gave me away. Peg was laughing at me when she asked, "What about it big boy? Think you can handle a couple of horny sluts like me and my daughter?
"Oh Yeah," I answered. "No sweat! I'll wear your poor little pussies out."
"Don't be too sure," Peg argued, still giggling. "We'll see who wears what out, but Carol and I will try to be careful. It would be a shame to have such a big lovely cock worn down to a nub. That would be a loss to females everywhere. Carol and I intend to use it pretty hard, but we wouldn't want to be responsible for an atrocity like that."
"Have no fear my sexy lovelies. Exercise only grows more muscle. I expect my cock to be a foot long before I'm through with you two.
"Such arrogance, mother," Carol piped in giggling. "We ought to send him back to those prissy coeds in Illinois, and I'd vote to do that too, if only the stuck up bastard just wasn't hung so well. Anyway I need to get even. You know don't you Ricky Newton, that what you did to me last night was a pretty cruel way to treat a girl. One more hour with that vibrator running in my cunt and I would have gone crazy for sure, and my poor tush is still sore from that spanking. I've got a lot of pay back coming to me.
"Act like a bitch..." I started to say when Peg interrupted... to good purpose I think. No sense replaying something that is over and done with.
