Unlucky

I made a valiant attempt at crossing the gap swiftly, silently, and also without seeming as if I was trying to cross the gap swiftly and silently. I failed.

“Frankie,” called out Mother, “By some miracle you’re home early. Me and Gillian are positively aching for a man here. Won’t you join us?”

I slowly stepped back toward the doorway into the living room, and tried to look nonchalant. They were indeed on the sofa, Mother lying back on a pile of cushions, thighs spread, one leg dangling over the carpet, one straddling the back of the couch. Gillian was flat on her stomach, face in Mother’s crotch and tonguing her intimacy with reckless abandon. She was too long to fit all of herself on the couch, her long legs spilling off the end of it, with her buttocks raised high in the air by the armrest.

“I’m a bit sore right now, Mum,” I said, trying not to plead, “I know I’m here sooner than usual and that means I had a bit of a short school day, but I’ve done a fair bit of screwing already. I’m a little... drained.”

Gillian interrupted her muff-dive and lifted herself to turn and look at me. “Who have you been screwing?” she asked.

“Carmen. Tall, buxom girl. Frightfully feisty. She made me cum twice.”

Mother grabbed Gillian’s head and shoved her back down. “But you’ve had lunch since, of course?”

With a glimmer of hope in me I answered “No. She sucked me off this morning, and then we fucked proper right after I was out of the cantina.”

“Well,” said Mother, rolling her eyes, “I’m sure you have a little spunk in you left to give. Come on, we won’t eat you. Why don’t you just slip into Gillian by her rear there. She’s nice and moist, I made sure of that; you won’t even break a sweat.”

“Sure-“ Gillian started, before being smothered again. A little muffled, she continued “Just slide in.”

I didn’t hide my resignation in defeat as I moved forward undoing my trousers and letting my winter drawers drop with them. I was erect already, somehow. Admittedly the sight before me was decidedly arousing. What I could see of Mother was delightful and couldn't fail to entice anyone with a beating heart. She had very nicely formed features, cleanly defined shoulders, pert though comparatively modest breasts, and muscular legs. Gillian herself, who I could only see the back of, had a lovely little bum, and because of the way the armrest lifted her from underneath, her slit was visible, glistening through a thin veil of bush.

Mother’s preparation had indeed been thorough; I slid comfortably inside my sister with almost no effort, letting gravity do the work as my cock buried itself in her wet pussy. After a few thrusts, she reacted to me, tightening around me, pulling her legs apart.

“Why don’t you rub yourself dear?” said Mother, “I only need one of your hands.”

Gillian gladly rested part of her weight on one foot and lifted herself so she could snake an arm under herself, and soon went to work on her clit. I really didn’t have much to do but slide in and out. I shut my eyes, set aside the identities of my two current sexual partners, set aside the character I had inhabited all day up to that point, and focused on my senses. The girl I was fucking had a very firm, shapely little backside, each cheek a lovely handful to grab and squeeze. She moaned low and deep – as and when her mistress allowed her to breathe – with a bare hint of rasp, skirting the border between woman and beast.

My girl’s oral efforts sounded effective, the other woman a much louder personality, panting and outright growling her approval. They came both at the same time, one giving a long rumbling groan, and the other gradually vocalizing louder and louder, culminating in a rapid succession of slurred expletives. I wasn’t even close to my own climax, merely enjoying the spasming warmth around my cock. As my partner lay heaving I remained inside her, stilled myself to allow her a little respite.

“You haven’t cum yet, have you Frank?” Mother asked, and I opened my eyes on the scene, **** with both my mother and sister, all at once. I had an idea.

When you cum several times in the same day, you produce gradually less and less... substance, until there’s almost none at all. I had not displayed any overt signs of orgasm, but then, Mother was lost in hers at the time, and Gillian couldn’t see me, only feel me. If I was, as I told them, already drained, she shouldn’t even feel much anyway. Perchance I could kid them I had already come, and claim the right to withdraw.

“Right, that’s it,” I said, “I’m spent.”

‘Just this once,’ I thought, ‘let the celestial dice of doom roll in my favour.’