Angela stepped closer to the bed and said, “It’s the biggest one I’ve ever seen.”
Joyce was slamming herself on and off my cock to compensate for my half hearted effort. She said, “Alright girls. You’ve seen enough. Go back outside.”
Angela huffed and puffed and harrumphed and leaned closer and whispered through gritted teeth, “When do I get mine?” Then she turned to see if Divi had heard what she’d said but Divi was already gone. Angela stamped her feet on the carpet like a petulant child and stormed out.
I heard the sliding glass door slam shut and we got back to business. My orgasm, which was closing in when Angela and Divi arrived, was gone now and Joyce was frantically trying to get hers back. We went through the motions for another several minutes but the passion we had when we started was irretrievably interrupted. “God damn it,” she said as she continued. She was getting tired and my cock was softening in spite of the sensation of her pussy sliding on and off. My cock finally went soft enough to fall from her pussy. She yelled out, “Fuck. I was so close.” I bent down and kissed her. She returned the kiss trying hard to regain the passion.
We showered together as I thought, ‘This is where I left off with Priya this morning.’ Joyce was still fuming when she stepped out on the deck dressed in the clothes she arrived in. Angela knew immediately that she was in a lot of trouble. Angela looked over at me to see if I was angry too. I wasn’t. I noticed that Angela had a glass of the blue drink in her hand and so did Divi. Both of their eyes seemed glazed over.
Joyce announced that they had to go and directed Angela to get dressed. After all the sex, I had to piss like a racehorse. I excused myself and went to the bathroom. As I was walking away I heard Joyce begin her interrogation of Divi. If I didn’t have to piss so badly, I would have cut Joyce off at the pass. Poor Divi didn’t stand a chance.
With her mother distracted by Divi, Angela saw her opportunity. I was standing at the toilet; back to the door, shaking my dick, when Angela barged in. She grabbed up a wad of toilet paper and daubed the tip of my dick and then reached into the shower and turned the water on. She had her bikini top in her hand and set it down on the sink top and went down to her knees as she said, “We don’t have much time.”
Angela turned me around and grabbed my flaccid cock from my hand and pushed her lips over my glans and started jerking me off as I sat down on the toilet seat. She was pulling an incredible suction on my knob and both hands worked in unison to get me back up again. To my surprise, my cock was responding. She grinned up at me; obviously pleased with herself. She pulled her lips back and kissed her way down the underside of my shaft to my balls, sucked each one into her mouth and licked her way back up to the glans. Her eyes grinned at me the whole time.
Before pushing her lips over the velvety crown again, she said, “Fuck my face, Uncle Jack.” She pushed back on again and I began rocking forward and back as she held her position with her hands on my thighs to stop me if I pushed in too far. I put my hands lightly on the back of her head and ramped up my pace. As I pushed in deeper, Angela opened her lips wide and the resultant sounds of “AAWWK… AWWK… AWWWK.” filled the room. I pushed in deeper until she pushed back with her hands. Tears streamed from her eyes as she stared up at me. I was pummeling her mouth and my orgasm crushed me. My knees buckled and I steadied myself against her. My eyes began examining the ceiling as I pulsed my hips into her face with each cum-shot. Cum flooded her mouth and she gagged hard and pulled off as cum pushed out and drooled to her chin and then to her tits. She coughed and swallowed and coughed some more to clear her throat. I sat down on the toilet to offer any aid that I could. I knew there was nothing I could do except offer support.