"What sort of pie did you bring us?"
"I hope it is cream pie."
The old lady next door asked the question. Her niece Muffin was more assertive.
Even though for medical reasons I no longer got hard, I had sexually satisfied each of them -- Muffin, just that afternoon. Now they wanted me to eat both of them at the same session.
The offering of baking from me to them had become a symbol central to my seduction of them- or was it their seduction of me?
The old lady must be in her 80s though she had never explicitly said so. Muffin was 50ish. The math made sense.
Visually, they were a contrast. The old lady was tall, thin, spare of bosom, straight of hips. Her hair hung straight to her shoulders. Most of the neighbourhood assumed that she was bitter, because she seldom smiled- though I had discovered the key to her laughter. Muffin was shorter, curvy, with abundant curly hair and a permanent grin.
At the end of the afternoon delight with Muffin, she had ordered me to come next door in the evening, and to bring pie. I understood the implication. Fortunately, I loved baking almost as much as I loved sex.
"Of course, cream pies- coconut and Boston cream- since I can't provide the cream myself." Due to medical reasons, my cock no longer worked sexually. I had pleased the two mature women in other ways sufficiently to be invited over for what I hoped would be more sex. I was pretty sure that I was right, the sliver of doubt being not sure that they were into group sex. There was a slight chance that all they wanted was pie for dessert.
They each took one pie over to the counter and cut them into slices. The delay was killing me- they each had been very upfront about wanting sex earlier. Was I wrong about the reason they had invited me over?
I sighed, though I was confident that the old lady would soon want me to give her more orgasms, even if I had to wait until her niece went home. I wondered how long that would be.
Then I noticed that nobody was getting plates out.
The two women turned to face each other with a pair of grins lighting up the room.
I noticed that they winked in unison. That seemed to be a signal as they each reached their fingers into their respective pies. Simultaneously, they swiftly raised their arms and offered the pie covered hand to the open mouth of the other. As they did so, they smeared cream all over their cheeks and chin. Excess pie fell to the floor, but no one seemed to care.
My hormones flowed and my cock did what it could, stirring restlessly in my pants. I cupped the writhing snake, rubbing through the fabric. Would they invite me to join in right away, or perhaps smear me with the rich gooey goodness?
Neither it turned out. Tongues darted out, licking each other clean, with an occasional glance in my direction. I was a bit surprised that aunt and niece were clearly experienced at Sapphic sexual play. When they had invited me over, I had assumed that I might be asked to please each of them, so the play between them was an added aspect of the adventure. However far they took it, the feeling it gave me was heavenly.
The two women locked lips in a mind-blowing kiss, fingers clutching at hunks of hair, noses rubbing. From my vantage point, I could see tongues making cheeks bulge. Despite my penile deficiency, I unzipped my pants and extracted my throbbing member. Rubbing it remained a pleasure even though it did not stiffen. Instead of a heartache, I felt like my heart was going to pound out of my chest.
They swiftly stripped each other. I stood there, amazed but pleased. Finally, they turned their faces to look at me.
"I know it won't get much harder, but I desperately need that in my mouth," the old lady said.
Her niece fed her a hunk of meringue, which the old lady held on her tongue as she dropped to her knees in front of me. Her niece knelt shoulder to shoulder with the older woman. Four hands wrestled with my belt buckle and eased my pants to the floor. Despite my limitations, my organ bobbled up and down, performing better than it had in the years since my surgery. There's something to be said for excitement.
Proving just how eager she was to taste me, my neighbour steadied my cock in her fingers and stuck out her tongue, smearing meringue all around my shaft. Her lips closed around the root. She bobbed her mouth along the surface of my silky skin once, twice, three times, her tongue wrapping around my flesh as she did so.
Then she surprised me, not by the fact that she came up for air but by how she leaned back and offered my sloppy member to Muffin, her niece.
"I wish that you could come in my mouth," the old lady said.
"The feeling you give me is just as good for me as an orgasm- I get electric charges running up through my body and exploding in my brain."
Muffin giggled, like a women much younger than her five decades. She reached up and over to one of the pie plates and emerged with a handful of cream, which she smeared all over my cock and balls. She bent low, her lovely ass extended upwards, and licked my ball sac clean, taking the time to bobble each orb in her lips before proceeding onwards.
"Well, I guess I can eat a different sort of cream," her aunt muttered, expertly twisting onto her back and sliding beneath her niece.
Ancient hands reached up and cupped Muffin's dangling tits as Muffin licked the pie off my shaft slowly, beginning at the base and working along. Though I could not see it, I had the sense from Muffin's hips that her aunt was toying with her nipples.
Any thoughts that the lesbian play between the two would be limited vanished as they shifted positions so that the old lady's face was beneath her niece's sweet spot. The sound of vigorous licking filled the kitchen. My blood ran more quickly through my body. I needed to join in more actively.
I walked quickly around the writhing mass of female bodies then knelt on the floor. I paused to grab a handful of pie. The old lady's quim was somewhat familiar to me, but I had never found it so wet. I smeared it with the pie filing then lapped up her juices, working from the bottom towards her clit, which was swollen and upright.
Her hips moved more forcefully, bumping up against my mouth. I licked until she was clean and then drew the pearl into my lips, toying it with my tongue and teased the very tip with my teeth. Muffin's ass was still moving above and in front of me as her aunt seemed to be holding her on the brink of orgasm.
This gave me a fresh idea. Every few seconds, I switched from licking the old lady's clit to run my flattened tongue up the crevice between Muffin's buttocks. Before long, the younger woman's rosebud was gaping open. Instead of just licking the ass cleavage, I ran my tongue around the opening.
"Do you care if I stick my tongue up her ass and keep licking you?" I asked the old lady. She did not stop eating Muffin but grunted affirmatively. That encouraged me to plant a wet kiss on the opening.
Without pausing her tongue lashing of her niece, the old lady grabbed a cheek in each hand and pulled her niece's anus more open to my tongue.
While this was happening, the old lady wriggled around under Muffin so that they were eating each other's cunt.
I pushed my tongue inside Muffin's colon as deep as I could reach. Soon I was pistoning back and forth, using my fingers to pull the opening even wider.
"I guess your cock isn't hard enough to fuck my ass, but could you rub against it?" Muffins paused her oral sex long enough to ask.
"Let's just see how it goes," I breathe into her ear, shifting position as I spoke.
First, I tried stuffing my limp cock into the opening. The head fit nicely, and she thrust back against me. I matched her motion, my shaft riding between her buttocks. Before long, I felt the old lady's tongue teasing my balls in a rhythm that suggested she was alternating between her niece's clit and my scrotum.
Suddenly without warning, my entire cock slid into Muffin's ass. It did not stay there, but the penetration made her gasp.
With a pair of screams, both women came simultaneously. Electricity surged through my body in my equivalent of an orgasm. All three of us collapsed in a pile of intertwined limbs.
We lay there for several minutes, catching our breath. Once the gasping no longer filled the kitchen, I climbed off the pile. Muffin and the old lady rolled apart.
