As it developed, Liv and I were very loud, and I’d managed to coax three or four climaxes out of her Wednesday night by going down on her very slowly and gently, four weeks ahead of schedule, and she had loved it. Her joyous cries were an echo of Carla’s, and I ignored that and kept making love to her all evening. Still quivering from her orgasms, Liv had clutched me to her, telling me again how much she loved me.
When I pulled the Crown Vic into Liv’s garage the following evening, Carla’s Bug was in its usual spot. I went into the house, and found the two of them, mother and daughter, chatting. Carla had ended up staying at my apartment all three nights, and headed over while I was in the office to spend some time with her mother. They both looked happy and carefree, no sign of the tension I had expected to see between them over sharing me.
Carla looked up and came over to me with a grin, hugging me hello. Liv looked fine with that, too, and remained on the couch in her sexy mom jeans and t-shirt. I could make out her bra straps under her top, and she was completely relaxed, one arm over the back of the couch. “So glad you’re back, Cody.” Her smile was completely open, and looked untarnished by jealousy or guilt, or even any desire.
Leaving Carla for a moment, I leaned in and kissed Liv hello. Both women giggled exactly the same pitch and duration; it was eerie and sexy at the same time. Liv spoke again, rising from the couch. “Okay, I’m going upstairs to get some sleep. Carla’s going to grab her overnight bag, and the two of you are heading back over to your apartment for the weekend.” She looked very satisfied with her decision.
“Liv, you sure?” This was once again bordering on the surreal, Liv’s willingness to let me take Carla back to the apartment was still unnerving.
“I discussed it with Carla, without, mind you, any specifics. I’m very fine with you leaving me here until Sunday night. I’ll be fine, and you can always call me if either of you are concerned. Also, leave a message on the machine if I don’t pick up. I might be out just enjoying being out.”
I fished the keys to the Crown Vic out and put them in her hand, curling my fingers around hers to close it. “You sure?” It was hard to fathom, but Liv stood up and put her arms around me, kissing me on the lips.
“I’m sure, Cody. I can do without you for a couple of days, and you’ve both earned it.”
I grabbed my suitcase and filled it with clean clothes from our room, and Carla did much the same from her room, happy to have me to herself again for a few days. We said goodbye, and got into the VW, which was much less luxurious than the Crown Vic, but that was Liv’s car, and she was home again.
Carla drove, and for the first time I was her passenger, not the other way around. It gave me some time to think about, or rather try futilely to ignore entirely, the conundrum I was faced with. I’m in love with Liv and I’m in love with Carla. What happens when it comes down to choosing one or the other? Their love for me, a couple of porn tropes notwithstanding, sharing a mother and daughter had to end at some point, didn’t it? It wouldn’t end with a joyous threesome, either; one of them had to win in the end.
At the apartment, we rode the elevator to the eighth floor. I hadn’t been there for more than a few hours at a time in the past month, and hoped there was something still left to eat in the fridge, or something not crusted over with freezer burn in the top part. I also hoped Carla had changed the sheets.
We stepped inside, and Carla tossed her bag to the side, then nearly slammed the door, turning to kiss me with fervor equal to Liv’s on Monday and the rest of the week. I pulled back an inch or so, all she would grant me. “We need some food first, Carla.”
She looked hungry, too. “No, we need some fucking first!” Just inside the door, she quickly stripped out of everything she had worn, and I saw with a thrill she hadn’t included panties in her ensemble. Carla grabbed me and started pulling my coat and shirt off, slowing down enough not to tear the latter. I helped her with my pants, belt and shoes, and we kissed naked together for the first time since last weekend. I noticed my drapes were open, and like Liv the first time in the empty apartment, was fine with anyone seeing us.
Laying her down on the carpet right there, I started kissing quickly down between her pale tits, over her tanned stomach and straight to her bush, eager to start her off with an order of the finest cunnilingus in the house. She cried out in surprise when my lips descended to her bush and I started tonguing her swollen clit. “Cody! What about foreplay?” She squealed and wriggled sensuously to let me know she wasn’t that concerned about it, and I paused for a few seconds.
“Your reward for being patient, my love.” I lowered my face once again, burying it in her thick black bush, tasting her sweet, musky juices for the first time in what felt like forever. Carla spread her legs wide, eager to have me lavishing my oral skills on every square inch of her. Sucking on her clit with every third pass of my lips on her pussy, I had Carla’s back arching very soon.
On my stomach on the fresh carpet, I slipped two fingers into her sodden pussy, all the way in, and turned my hand, curling my fingers just behind her clit, rubbing in a small oval there, while still licking and sucking on her clit. Her voice dropped two octaves, a delicious, sultry moan. “Oh, God, Cody…” She reached down her body and grabbed my head ferociously, pushing her hips up into my face, bathing me in her juices, and she came loudly. As her tremors subsided, her fingers set me free, and she just lay there, arms spread out from her sides, quivering as I continued.
She had been very patient, and deserved much more, everything I could give her. Shifting my tongue away from her clit, I withdrew my fingers from her twat, and started running the tip of my tongue up and down, just inside her pussy. Carla was instantly wetter, and small spurts of juices bathed my tongue when I pushed it all the way inside her. Her pubes were a rough cushion for my mouth as I opened it wide, giving my tongue as much room to penetrate her as I could.
Another groan overtook her, her belly tensing just like Liv’s when she came. “Aah…aah…Oh, God, Cody, don’t…stop…” Her fingers returned, and wound themselves tightly into my hair once more, immobilizing my head, and I didn’t care. Her next moan rose to a scream, my face pinned to the lovely roughness and fragrance of her cunt, lapping at her juices.
Carla let go of me, and brought her knees up to her chest, holding them there with her hands, spreading her thighs to tighten and expose the entirety of her pussy to me. Set free, I started bobbing my head, pulling and pushing my rigid tongue into her hole, which was slicker and wetter with each pass, each intrusion into the hot gates there.
“God, fuck, Cody, I love you baby…” Her voice was quieter now, but I knew it was the calm before the erotic storm, and reached with one hand to play my index finger and thumb on her clit. She was so slippery and hot, and I tried to synchronize my fingers with my tongue fucking her pussy, but lost track very quickly, and just kept rubbing and licking her, never mind the timing of it.
Without warning, my cock erupted onto the carpet, spitting thick white cum into the fibers even as I kept licking Carla. I moaned with the release, and she arched her back one last time, her climax filling the living room. Panting, she let her legs down slowly, her whole body shaking like mine was, for the same reason.
“Cody, that was… Loved when you moaned into my pussy. Made me cum so hard. Loved it…” When I moved next to her, she reached for my cock and felt the semen still pulsing out of it. “Fuck, baby, you came while eating my pussy! So hot… So fucking hot, Cody…”
After we lay there recovering, we pulled ourselves into each other and kissed, then kissed some more. “I can’t believe you fucking came, baby! You ever do that with my mom?”
That should have broken the mood right there, but it didn’t at all. I wanted to tell her, wanted her to know it all. I told her about the one time I almost did. “I’ve never come close to that since…”
She looked very flattered, and actually blushed when I told her. “So, my pussy is so hot, so good for you to eat, that it made you cum too… I love you very, very much.” She sighed feelingly, one hand reaching down to stroke my ass, kissed me again with a look of supreme accomplishment.
We lay together on the rug for a while, before rousing ourselves and cleaning up the mess, and then getting dressed to go out for some food. We returned for extra helpings of dessert, on into early Friday morning.
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Carla’s first Saturday morning with me in the apartment, I intended to introduce to what had been my weekend routine with Liv, but she struck first. While I was still asleep, mostly, she started caressing my semi-hard-on to full wakefulness, then kissed and passed her tongue along the length of my shaft and balls, paying special mind to the head of it. My cock-head never went past her lips this time, and her loving mouth was great foreplay.
When I gasped, near the edge, she rolled on top of me and slid my cock inside her, then raised herself up, squatting over me, and lowered her twat down far enough that I felt her bush against mine. Hands braced on her knees, Carla started raising and lowering her pussy on my dick, those two parts of our anatomy the only things touching for now.