Miki slipped off him and said, "There you go, White boy." She stood up, and even in the gloom he could see her stunning body. Aviva, next to him and smushed up close, reached down and stroked his cock, wiping the come and Miki's wetness around, trailing little designs on his belly.
Aviva moved in close and said, "If you can get it up one more time I'll suck you off."
He sucked in a huge, excruciating breath and half-mumbled, "Give me a minute."
She laughed out loud, laughed in his ear, then nibbled at his earlobe and twitched a nipple. "Yeah, you think about it." She flipped out of the bed and stood up, stretching and raising her arms over her head. He heard a series of small joint pops and Aviva made a face. She swiveled her head around, said, "Where's that wine?" and walked out of the bedroom. He heard music start up again, softly, a thrumming, driving dance tune of some kind.
He sat up and breathed deep, trying to think about whether he actually, honestly had it in him to get it up again after all the preceding sex. Then he stood up, flexed a little, and walked out of the room, to see if there was some of the wine left. When he got into the living room the girls were moving around to the muted music, and both of them were stark naked. He noticed for the first time Aviva had tattoos: a tramp stamp kind of design on her lower back, and swirly names across her shoulders, three of them. When he got closer he noticed they were Miki, her son, and a woman's name, probably her mother. He also noticed again that Aviva was mostly carrying some mom fat and wasn't really bad looking at all. She was muscular and well-proportioned, and more than half pretty. She had a big, round, happy, heart-shaped ass. She wasn't bad at all.
Miki, on the other hand, was absolutely, ridiculously, stupid hot. He couldn't believe it. She literally looked like something out of a magazine. Crazy.
They both turned to look him over, and when Miki winked at him, he knew he could get it up one more time. He watched Aviva sway around, and after a cursory glance around, he sat down in a thrift-store chair that had a blanket thrown over it, and sat down to watch two naked chicks dance in front of him.
The girls gyrated for a while, and Lee amused himself simply watching, until Aviva bounced and wiggled over to him and straddled him over the chair. She looked down at his crotch, smiling, but didn't lower herself.
She explained, "I'd sit on you, sonny boy, but I get knocked up way too easy and you got come all over you."
Behind her, Miki burst out laughing and had to sit down, bending over and spreading her legs. The girls didn't seem to know anything about the concept of shyness, that was for sure. Aviva flinched and stiffened, then turned around and said to Miki, "Shut up."
Miki froze, looked angry, then guilty, then very carefully shook her head and said, very quietly, "I'm sorry."
She said it again: "I'm sorry, sissie."
Aviva pressed her body up against Lee, and said, "It's cool. It's cool." She huffed through her nose. "I'm sorry too." Then she smashed her tits into Lee's face and grabbed for his cock. She stroked and fingered and cupped, until Miki got up and came over, sitting on the chair arm, pressing her silky skin on him, rubbing and touching his head and hair. She hesitated, then touched Aviva's face gently, stroking her cheek and chin, fingering her hair. Aviva did the same, touching Miki in gestures of affection, which Lee chose to selfishly interpret as a girl-on-girl show, even though he knew it wasn't. He felt his cock stir. Aviva stood up.
Aviva dragged him back into the bedroom by the wrist, giggling, looking down at his slowly growing hard on. He felt obligated to tell her the truth:
"Uh... I don't know if I can come again, really..."
She laughed and said, "We'll see about that." He thought a little, following along, and figured if it was going to happen these two could make it happen. He had a sudden thought that it was likely they'd done this before; they didn't seem to have any inhibitions at all about sharing a guy. Bizarre. Or maybe not.
Aviva shoved him down, back on the bed, and he felt a slight wet spot where he'd fucked her a few minutes earlier. She dropped to her knees and slipped his cock in her mouth, licking and sucking. She put both her hands on his balls, at the base of his cock, and cupped him while energetically sucking him. He closed his eyes while the girl mouth-fucked him, feeling his cock get harder, feeling dreamlike and weird. When he opened his eyes Miki was in the room, sipping the last of some white wine from a glass. The music from the other room was still on, and as the one sister sucked him, the other knelt on the bed itself and scootched behind him, touching his chest with her hands and pushing her incredible breasts against his back.
Miki started whispering dirty things in his ear, nibbling and talking in a smooth, steady rhythm, a voice he recognized after a while as more or less a female version of Barry White. Aviva sucked him and Miki talked.
