Peter Brnovich and Anya Berglund now lived openly in a classy condo complex. He had frequent meetings with Natasha Sokolov, the mob lawyer, to handle the books and fuck her good looks. Anya accompanied him several times and it was love at first sight. The women felt the spark and it grew in short order into full-blown regular encounters.
Peter came home early on a weekday and found them naked in bed together. Their nervous giggles of discovery were honored by Peter who joined them for an erotic and explosive private orgy. Thereafter Natasha moved in permanently and Peter sometimes shared in with Anya's passionate bedtimes with Natasha. Anya absented herself on occasion when she saw that Peter obviously wanted some alone time fucking Natasha. For Peter, it developed into alternate night pairings with an intermittent menage a trois to keep the passions fervent and any jealousies at bay.
The device became unnecessary for them but Peter still found it useful out in the wider world of street encounters.
Such a time came about when the man and his ladies decided to spend the day at a large local galleria.
In a major upscale department store, Anya and Natasha headed for women's lingerie stores to pick out enticing items, fetish and classy ones, that would nurture Peter's hunger for their shared condo and bed.
Peter wandered about nearby until he happened upon the Cosmetic Counter. A mother-daughter shopping couple were being fawned over by the brunette sales lady hawking colorful lipstick and eyeshadow. The young blonde coed was being made-up; her eyelids already deeply colored by dark eyeshadow. The fashionable makeup contrasted with the casual style of her clothes: tee shirt, jeans and sandals. She was leaning forward and her covered breasts pushed against the loose cotton top, subtly masking their build. But Peter guessed their size and shape from the dimples of her nipples in the folds.
He paused to watch as the sales lady, name tagged 'Sally', held up lipstick tubes for the blonde to choose a color. Her mother seemed oblivious to the beautifying handicraft, keeping up a chatter, questioning her seldom visiting offspring about her college classes and extracurricular activities.
"Mother, please, I'm doing just fine."
"Oh, come on, Katie. What about boys? Any interesting things happening there?"
"Not much; I'm kind of busy with studies and sports."
The sales lady was nearing the completion of her make over on the daughter's face and noticed Peter's observing presence. She leaned back and, directing his notice to the young lady's face, saucily asked his opinion, drawing him into her 'schtick'.
"Would this be the lipstick color you would pick out?"
His focus had been on the curvy cosmetologist. She was sporting the stores products and was a very presentable model for its wares. She had a lovely face and a shapely body. But the most prominent feature were her full lips. He felt a growing friskiness and wanted to see how she behaved. He touched the device as he stated his honest opinion.
"I'd buy you the one that left the most prominent lipstick ring around the base of my dick."
The store employee's eyes blinked and her demeanor changed as she forgot about her cosmetology marketing. Dexterously picking through the sample tubes, she selected a fire engine red and held it up, cocking an eyebrow to solicit his concurrence, which he acknowledged with a slight nod. She held his gaze as she tantalizingly glazed her plush lips with the bright glossy tone. Setting the lipstick back, she dismounted her stool, touched his hand, curled a few fingers in his, and shyly set off, an unspoken invitation to follow her.
She led him towards the nearest fitting room. They wove between racks of lingerie and nighties, past the two buxom browsers that grinned at their man being led along by the store employee. Moments later, the young blonde dismounted her stool and, accompanied by her mother, tailed at a short distance. Peter happened to look back at the counter, wary of other customers noting his guiding woman's absence. That's when he noticed the glazed-eye pair trailing behind him and realized he had been too careless about the device's effect on other proximate females.
Sally found an unoccupied fitting booth and motioned him inside. Before she could enter and close the door, the trailing pair of women hustled past her to join Peter. Sally shrugged in acquiescence to a group happenstance and entered as well, closing and locking the door behind her. The trio of females stood stoic and stared at him, awaiting instructions. Understanding their submissive consent, he moved to the sales lady first and plucked at her white blouse, opening the buttons to reveal her full budges of boob flesh boosted by the pushup cups. He flipped the blouse over her shoulders, palmed her chest and bounced the tit packed bra. Leaving off his manhandling of Sally's hefty fun bags, he turned his attention to the other woman. But in an aside to his first plaything, he gave her a parting demand.
"Finish up for me. I want you topless."
Sally moved quickly to unclasp her bra and complete the task. He spoke sternly to the other older woman.
"You, too, mother. Show me your tits."
The matron didn't hesitate but still took her time exposing her breasts. She dropped her bra and showed this strange man she hadn't even formally met a pair of full, slightly sagging tits. He expected as much. They must once have been full and high mounted but age, children and gravity had reshaped them lower. The nipples were extra-large. Peter studied her relaxed milk cans a moment and gave each a sideways slap, amused by their fluid resiliency. The woman didn't flinch, presumably used to harsh treatment from the fewer attractable men available as her youthful allure gradually faded with time.
Now that both older females had their racks on full, unfettered display, Peter's attention turned to the young coed. He stood close and tilted her face up. Her stupor eyes held his gaze up close. His fingers played with the hem off her loose tee-shirt. He changed his mind and lifted his hands to explore her chest through the cotton cover. Her braless breasts were well sized for her stature, nice handfuls of pliant flesh. He found her pokies and gave a little pinch to feel their size. They seemed stiff to his fingers.
He returned to the hem and lifted it over her head. Katie raised her arms to help her disrobing and when the shirt popped off her head, her hair fell back in a scruffy curtain that only further accented her pretty face.
The perceptions of Peter's veiled chest exploration were validated by the sight of the bare tits the blonde sported on her slender physique. The teardrop handfuls were tipped with pink nipples, the nubs hard from his previous fingering. His fingers resumed the areolae stimulations. His cock was stiff in his pants and he sought relief assistance from his topless matrons.
"Ladies, it's time to get my cock out."
The older pair hustled him to settle on the bench and urgently opened his pants to expose his erection. They dragged off his pants and shoes, spreading his bare hairy thighs, rubbing the inner skin and moving their roving hands up to cup his balls and fondle his tumescent cock. His impetuously co-opted coed stood and watched the scene being set for pleasuring this strangely mesmerizing male. The women knelt on either side of his legs, continuing their teasing foreplay and looked at him for permission; he nodded to the store employee to get things started.
She took her first turn sucking his cock. He fondled the other's exposed boobs while she leaned up and awarded him tongue lashed kisses.
They switched off, now the mother on his cock and the brunette in his face. Most of the action was sliding up and down half the shaft, not a deep full penetration. Peter liked the elongated foreplay. This wasn't what he had expected from his earlier snaring of the sales lady. His plans evolved with the situation. After the second swap off round, he held them away and looked at the waiting blonde coed.
"Now it's your turn, my little darling."
Even in her suggestive trance state, her voice whimpered with doubt.
"But I've never done this. I don't know how."
Peter checked his frustration; he would entangle his current fellatrix pair in the coed's initiation. He gripped each kneeling woman's chin and turned their faces to his.
"Teach her!"
The women leaned back and motioned the topless daughter forward. The girl knelt before Peter; her boobs framed by his knees. Her eyes stared at the saliva slick meaty muscle that she would soon be entertaining with her mouth. Every girl starts somewhere, learning this enticing way to please her man. The experienced women comforted her with a soothing gentleness, aiming to coach her through her first fellatio.
"It okay; we'll start slow and guide you along. Just kiss it first."
Holding her gaze on Peter's face, the blonde pursed her cherry red lips, touched them to the tip and drew back. The women cooed a bit of humor.
"Oh, more than that, dear. Kiss it with pride, properly now..."
Katie pursed again and held her touch longer, feeling the spongy knob's smooth texture. She had seen the way the other's had performed and experimented by opening her mouth a little and sucking the knob past her quivering lips. They closed on the reduced shaft beyond the penile corona. Her tongue touched the under vee.
She became aware of a musky taste. Unbeknownst to her innocence, her amateur efforts had bled some precum sap from Peter's tip slit.
"Very good, sweetie. Suckle it. Draw on it like a very large straw."
She hollowed her cheeks and sucked. He felt the oral tow and let a bit more slide in. She stopped her suction when she sensed the further intrusion.
