"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.
