Day 3: Chapter 12
Debbie was the first to wake up. Every muscle in her body seemed to ache and she groaned quietly. There was enough daylight coming through the curtains for her eyes to focus on a face that was about six inches from hers. She started in surprise before remembering that it was Roger, who was still sound asleep. She moved closer and gave him a kiss on the cheek that wasn't on the pillow.
"Huh? Whaa?" Sarah slurred, stirring and sitting up. "Debbie, you're awake. Oh Goddess, what a day we had yesterday," she whispered, stretching and yawning, exposing her C cup breasts with small, pale pink areolas and soft nipples to her lascivious gaze. "What are you looking at?" she asked with a smirk, sliding out of the bed and striking some sexy poses. Debbie, to her credit, did not drool, but opted to make some poses of her own, flaunting her larger breasts and ass. By now, both were glowing slightly.
"If it weren't for Sleeping Beauty there, I'd be eating you into unconsciousness right now," Sarah glowered at her.
"And I would be reaming you out with your own Pink Magic dildo," Debbie replied a bit huskily. Just then, Mr. Sleeping Beauty shifted around a bit. Debbie, who had a better view, widened her eyes.
"What?" asked Sarah, a bit concerned. Debbie just giggled.
"Come look at this. There's a strange glow under the covers." Sarah strode over to look, and Debbie gently pulled back the covers to reveal Roger, who had fallen asleep nude, with a brightly glowing hard-on. "Someone has morning wood! What should be done about it?"
"Can I have it? Please?" Debbie asked with big puppy dog eyes. "I'll pay you back a little later, with some of this," she continued, giving Sarah's left breast a long, hot lick while plunging two fingers into her wet snatch and rubbing her clitoris with her thumb. "And then some of this," she added, getting on her knees, sticking her face in Sarah's crotch, and licking and sucking on the pussy that Sarah quickly moved to expose.
"Ohh, ugghh, OK," Sarah groaned, half deliriously. She staggered off to her suitcase, opened it, and retrieved her Pink Magic from somewhere inside. "And later, when you're eating me out, I will be stuffing this thing into your hot, dripping pussy and reaming you out with it." She waggled the thick, ten-inch translucent dildo with its strategically-placed knobs, bumps, and ridges at Debbie, who was shamelessly drooling at it. "Go have your fun. I'll be having a shower. A cold, cold shower." She did stop at the door to watch Debbie gently roll the sleeping Roger onto his back to the left of centre of the mattress, climb onto the bed, straddle him and insert the glowing cock all the way inside with a deep moan of pleasure.
As Roger slowly returned to consciousness, he was wondering why it was that he had a warm, heavy weight on his abdomen and why his cock was all tingly and felt like it was in a hot, wet sleeve. The first thing that he saw when he managed to open his eyes was Debbie sitting on him, gently riding his cock and looking very pleased with herself.
"Good morning, mister sleepyhead," she chirped, her bright blue eyes twinkling and a big grin on her face. "I was wondering when you'd wake up." As she raised and lowered herself, he could see his glowing cock going in and out of her glowing pussy. "No boner dies unloved in this house!" This was the first chance he'd had to get a close look at her body, and he took full advantage. Her skin from the top of her bust line to her face was pale and liberally sprinkled with freckles, which didn't surprise him. The sun was never the friend of the red-haired and blue-eyed. Her round face, with a slightly turned-up nose and moderately plump lips on a sensual mouth, was surrounded by gray curly hair that just reached her shoulders. Somebody (presumably her) had shaved her pubic hair into a gray, curly strip about two inches wide at the top and one at the bottom that naturally drew the gaze to her Fun Zone. She was well-toned for someone of their age with only a little extra padding in all the right places.
"I can't recall when in my less-than-illustrious career morning wood changed into morning wind," he replied, reaching up to gently lift and fondle her soft, heavy breasts and stroke her hard, brown nipples with his glowing hands. Debbie quivered and gasped as little sparks slipped into her skin.
"Oh, dear Goddess, those magic hands of yours will be the end of me," she moaned. "Stop it for now. I'm trying an experiment to see what happens when we take it nice and slow, and if you keep that up I'm liable to explode!" He reluctantly placed his arms down next to his body, and then turned his head sideways to look at the ensuite bathroom's door. "Sarah's in there having her shower. After she saw what we were doing, she took her Pink Magic in with her." At his questioning look, she added "That's her big pink dildo. I think you've seen it already." She smirked and Roger remembered when he first met Sarah, still possessed by Mandy the demon, using it on herself in the laundry room of her sister Julia's bed and breakfast, in which he'd taken shelter only a day and a half ago. A low, ragged moan, amplified by the room's acoustics, came from the bathroom, indicating that the magic was working.
"We are in our early sixties and should not be as horny as teenagers," said Roger. "Not that I'm complaining, mind you," he added with a mischievous grin as he thrust up into her as she was on her down stroke, making her grunt and go cross-eyed for a moment. They then stopped as they suddenly felt rushes of energy flow from themselves into the other. Their lower bodies were a kaleidoscope of yellow, orange, red, green, and turquoise patterns. "That's really cool," said a wide-eyed Roger, somewhat breathlessly. Debbie's tempo of rising and falling had been steadily increasing and her heavy breathing had transformed into ecstatic moaning as Roger slammed himself into her, pretty much out of control himself. The bathroom door opened suddenly, revealing a dripping wet Sarah with about three inches of pink dildo sticking out of her vagina, which was glowing with her colours of red, blue and yellow and illuminating the translucent Pink Magic.
"Oh good, you're not done yet," she said hoarsely. "Roger, get one of those magic hands on me!" Roger was on the side of the bed closest to the bathroom, and she quickly waddled over to him, grabbed his right hand, and put it on her brightly glowing left breast. Sparks flew into her already sensitive nipples and she arched her back and screeched as she came. The dildo shot out of her pussy and bounced off the floor and she fell over backwards. Debbie clamped down hard and shouted out her orgasm and Roger lost it, splashing a load off her cervix as he bucked into her as hard as he could. With a quiet groan, she folded up onto him and wound up with her head on his left shoulder and her breasts pressing into his chest.
"That definitely felt different," she murmured into his ear. "Intense, but not brain-frying. Mama like." Roger gently rolled her off him and onto the bed so he could breathe.
"I'm going to pull out now," said Roger. "You should probably scoot to the bathroom. Just watch out for Sarah." His deflating cock popped out and with a groan from her and a grunt from him, she rolled over him, landing deftly on her feet with her legs tight together, though there was still some leakage drooling down her legs and she scurried into the bathroom and closed the door. "Are you OK, Sarah?" he asked, twisting around so he could see her as she sat up, looking dazed.
"I don't know how many volts you shot into me, but it brought me over the edge. Thanks."
"It was my pleasure," he replied as the sounds of the shower started up. He untangled himself, put his feet on the floor and helped her to stand up, suddenly finding himself with her in his arms, her lips on his and her tongue in his mouth. His response was equally as warm and their hands roamed at will. To his surprise, her hands left a trail of tingles and somewhat relaxed muscles. "Let me see your hands," he said, grabbing one for a good look. Little blue sparks were coming off her fingers and going into his skin. "It looks like I'm not the only one with magic hands."
"Hmm," Sarah replied, looking at her right hand curiously. "I wonder what sort of magic they can do?" Roger noticed the wicked glint in her eyes and held her tight so she couldn't grope.
