When she had me almost entirely in her mouth, it felt like I was plugged into a vacuum cleaner, and it wasn't too long before I could feel myself getting ready to cum. She seemed to sense it, too, and started cupping my balls and gently stroking and squeezing them as she continued to blow me.
With that added incentive, it was only a couple minutes more before I started shooting wad after wad of hot cum into her eagerly sucking mouth, watching her cheeks bulge with each spasm, and her throat move as she swallowed it as fast as she could. Even after I had shot the last drop of my sperm into her eager mouth, she continue to suck and lick on my penis, cleaning it – only when I had softened again did she release my penis from her lips. I reached down, and pulled her to a standing position, and then suggested to her that she should sit on the edge of the sink; when she did, I gently nudged her legs apart, and moved down to start licking her vaginal lips and sucking on her clitoris. Sucking my dick still seemed to turn her on, and it wasn't long before her fluids were almost running out of her, and she was moaning and hunching her crotch up against my face as I slid my tongue into her vagina. When I used some of her lubrication that had run down the crack of her ass to wet my finger and slide it into her little pink rosebud, she started moaning even more, and when I started sliding my finger in and out of her ass in time with the sucking I was doing on her clitoris, she finally went over the edge, and climaxing. As I felt her spasms on my finger, I would twist it inside her and rub her clitoris, adding to the intensity of it for her, and making her orgasm last even longer. Finally, though, her climax started to dwindle, and when I stood up to pull up my underwear and pants, she was barely able to stand after sliding off the sink.
I moved over and held her for a bit, until she could (almost literally) get her legs under her, and when she could stand, I handed her bikini – and 'helping' her as she put it on (making sure the cups fit, smoothing the bottoms across her ass and mons, and so on), which made her giggle.
After she had her suit on again, and properly adjusted, we went back into the living room and sat down next to each other on the couch. She started looking at me strangely, and finally said "You and my mom like each other, don't you?". I admitted that we did, and she asked me "Do you think you're going to sleep with her?". That kind of surprised me (but not much – I was starting to understand Robyn a bit), and I told her that I wasn't sure – that right then, her mother and I were just learning about each other's habits and personalities, and that I really didn't know for certain one way or the other if we'd be intimate with each other. Robyn DID manage to surprise me when she said "Well, I hope the two of you do start sleeping together – I love you both, and I know Mom has been real lonely since she and Daddy got divorced". I asked her if she wouldn't be jealous or anything, and she gave me an impish smile and said "Well, a little, maybe – but as long as you don't forget about me, not too much". About that time, we heard her mother's car pull up, and Robyn went out to help her mother carry in the groceries.
A little later, Lucy came over and told me that I was invited over to their place for supper – she'd bought some steaks, and was making steaks and baked potatoes for all of us. I agreed, and asked her if she wanted me to bring anything – her reply was "just the beer!" before she left again.
About 15 minutes later, I grabbed a 6-pack from the fridge, and went over – finding that Robyn had changed out of her swimsuit and into a pair of the tightest shorts I'd ever seen and a man's sleeveless undershirt that had been cut off at about her belly so that it literally hung down from the ends of her breasts. Lucy had changed too, into her frayed cutoffs and light buttoned blouse.
As the potatoes baked, we sat around a bit, Lucy and I drinking beer, with Robyn taking the opportunity to beg swallows from us while Lucy and I chatted about different things. About the time we finished the first beer, it was time to start the steaks broiling, so Lucy took care of that while I collected us each another beer and asking her if she'd mind if I gave Robyn one of her own. Lucy laughed at that, and agreed – Robyn was quite delighted when I got back into the living room and handed her a beer with an explanation. A few moments later, Lucy joined us, saying that the steaks would be ready in a while, and adding that while she was out, she'd stopped off at the video store and rented a movie for us to watch – and giving me a Significant Look. We all continued to talk about a variety of things until the steaks were done, pausing only when Lucy got up to go in and turn them over.
When they were ready, we all trooped into the kitchen and got our plates ready. Lucy told me that she hoped the steak for me was large enough, but that she'd gotten smaller ones so that we all "wouldn't feel too 'log-y' after we finished". I said that it was just fine, as did Robyn. We all moved over to the dining table, and enjoyed our meal – steak, baked potato, corn, and rolls.
After we'd finished, I helped Lucy carry the dishes back into the kitchen, and then stayed to help her as she washed them and the other items that were ready – she washed and I dried, while Robyn went into her bedroom.
With the dinner dishes done, Lucy and I went back into the living room after collecting ourselves another beer, and were soon joined by Robyn, who had changed into a nightdress – a*very* lightweight nightdress, that did a pretty good job of suggesting what was under it. She got a stern look from her mother, but no comments; I simply looked at her and raised my eyebrows.
Robyn went over and sat in a large reclining chair they had, and Lucy led me over to sit on the couch with her. We had just sat down when she stood up again, saying "I almost forgot about the movie!" before going over to the TV and putting a videocassette into the VCR. Before she turned the TV and VCR on, though, she turned and asked Robyn to open the windows a little, and let some fresh air into the apartment. She waited until Robyn was back in the chair before turning on the TV and VCR and starting the movie. She came back over to where I was sitting, and gestured me to move over a little; when I did, she sat next to me, pulled her legs up under herself, and leaned against me while pulling my arm around her. When I looked over at Robyn, I could see that she had watched all of that, and was simply smiling; when she saw that I was looking at her, smiled even more, and nodded her head that it was okay. I smiled back, and turned to watch the movie: Last Tango in Paris.
After about half an hour of the movie, Lucy said that she was feeling a bit cold. I asked her if she wanted the windows closed, and she asked Robyn if she was cold. Robyn said 'no', so Lucy told me that there should be a comforter at the end of the couch, and that if I'd hand it to her, she'd just use it. I found it where she'd said, and helped her spread it out and cover up with it. When she'd gotten it arranged to her satisfaction, she reached over, and pulled my hand and forearm under it, laying them across her lower belly. Then, hidden by the comforter, unbuttoned her blouse, and pulling my hand up to hold her breast. As we watched the movie, she would sometimes squeeze my hand, indicating to me that she wanted me to play with her breasts and nipples; always a gentleman, I readily complied.