I woke slowly, through lurid dreams of Claire and memories of Claire and Claire's voice in my head murmuring naughty, naughty thoughts. It wasn't quite mid-morning, judging by the angle of sunlight streaming in the master bedroom windows.
I was hard as iron and my cock pulsed pleasantly, recovered from and even invigorated by the previous day's exertions. My balls ached sweetly from their recent exercises and yet they felt full and refreshed and ready to go again.
I was naked under the sheets, where Claire had left me. I reached down and gently gripped my pleasantly throbbing cock remembering how she'd played with me after her call with Molly. She'd fed me another glass of wine and another and teased me while she described all the lurid, hot girl sex she was looking forward to today.
Today. Claire had gone to pick up Molly at the train station. They'd be home soon. I quickly made the bed and hopped into the shower. After, I toweled off and slipped into a robe on the back of the door that must have been Jan's and I went downstairs to sort out some breakfast.
The coffee pot had just started beeping, and I was pouring a tall glass of orange juice to rehydrate when Claire and Molly tumbled in the front door. I heard them bustling about in the hallway, laughing and chatting. I couldn't quite hear what they were saying, but it sounded like they were having fun getting back together again. I tossed back the OJ and poured a mug of coffee.
I wasn't prepared for the two of them to tumble into the kitchen stark naked, but they did. Arms around each others' waist and tits swinging two by two, they bounced in. Molly looked me up and down and so did Claire.
"What did I tell you about the dress code here, Nate?"
"Uh. I figured with Molly coming over, I'd best get halfway decent," I protested. "Hi, Molly," I said.
"Hi, Nate," she smiled. I kept my eyes on hers with some effort and she noticed it. "My tits are down here," she teased, hefting them both in her hands and proffering them for my inspection.
"So I see." I took a long look. "Just as lovely as I remember, only... larger?"
"Lactating tends to do that," she said. "I've got a three month old now," she said.
"Andrew. Claire told me. Congratulations. I bet he eats well," I added, ogling her ripe mounds appreciatively by way of compliment.
"Does he ever," she said sliding her palms over her nipples. "With him away at my in-laws, I'm so backed up I'm practically leaking all the time."
I held out my coffee mug, half joking, half hoping. Claire reached out for it and held it under Molly's right udder.
Molly looked at me with a half-amazed, half-aroused grin. "You're serious," she said.
Claire cupped Molly's breast and squeezed a shower of fresh milk into my mug. Molly sighed and laid her head back against Claire's shoulder as Claire milked her into my coffee. Claire caught my eye and nodded at the robe I was still wearing. I slipped it off and tossed it across a stool.
Claire filled my mug up to the top and it was mostly a latte by the time she'd finished milking Molly into it. Molly gasped as Claire let go of her breast and handed me back the mug. Molly opened her eyes and gaped at me inhaling the aroma of my coffee and her fresh, hot milk.
"You're kidding," she said. Then she noticed my erection and watched me press the mug to my lips and take a good long drink. "You're not kidding. You're a naughty, naughty fucker," she said.
"Mmm. And you're delicious. As ever," I winked.
Molly turned to Claire and whispered something in her ear. Claire giggled and slid her arm around Molly's hips.
"We're gonna go enjoy some girl time," Claire winked. "If the sauna's rockin', don't come knockin,'" Claire winked at me and started to turn towards the patio doors with Molly in tow.
Molly paused and looked me up and down. "Enjoy your coffee," she said with a naughty grin.
"Thanks. I will," I said, raising the mug in salute.
Claire led Molly to the door and directed her towards the sauna. Then she paused and walked back towards me as Molly made her way out onto the patio.
"Why don't you put together something for brunch," Claire suggested. "I think Molly and I are going to be pretty hungry soon."
"I think you're both pretty hungry right now," I teased.
Claire stepped towards me and wrapped her fingers gently around my cock. "What Molly said to me was, 'I want to fuck him so bad right now. Get me out of here before I jump all over that hot cock.' So. I'm gonna go stoke that fire a bit, hmm?" She gave me an encouraging tug.
"Stoke away," I said, "I'll have brunch ready."
Claire gently raked my shaft with her nails as she let me slip from her grasp and I watched her walk away, her sexy ass cheeks and legs undulating deliciously. Then I turned my attention to the refrigerator to take inventory. I sat sipping my breastmilk latte while I pulled together some ideas for brunch.
I settled on chorizo and egg tostadas with mojitos and spent the best part of the next hour pulling together ingredients and doing prep work and imagining Claire and Molly getting all sweaty and sticky in the sauna. Needless to say, my little chef remained alert as I bustled about the kitchen.
I was just about done cooking when I heard splashing out in the pool. Just about perfect timing, I figured. I plated and garnished two hot tostadas and brought them out to the table under the awning on the patio. "Come and get it," I called.
Molly and Claire both looked up at that. Molly leaned in and said something to Claire and they both had a laugh. Claire planted a loud spank on Molly's right ass cheek as Molly climbed up the ladder, dripping a sexy cascade of water down her delightful curves.
"We get drinks with that," she asked, sauntering over to the table.
"Coming right up," I said.
I ducked back into the kitchen and returned with the pitcher of mojitos and two glasses.
"You're not joining us," Claire asked.
"I figure you two want to catch up on girl talk," I said, "I'll be in the kitchen. Just call if you need anything. Enjoy."
I left them to their brunch and went back to the kitchen to have a bite myself and then clean up.
A while later, I put the last of the dishes in the rack to dry and sat down to sip at the mojito I'd poured for myself. Molly came in with their empty plates and a nearly empty pitcher.
"That was delicious," she said. "Any chance a gal can get a refill?" She waved the pitcher at me. I cast a meaningful glance at her thighs, thinking about just what I'd like to refill for Molly.
"Sure," I said, taking the pitcher and reaching for the rum.
