I awoke about five-thirty and had to go to the washroom so I extricated myself from between the two nude ladies on either side, trying very hard not to wake them. Once I was finished my business and had washed my face, hands and other bits, I went back out only to see the two of them snuggled up tight, kissing and whispering to each other. I stood there for a moment enjoying that most erotic view; presently April noticed me leering and said, “So, you like to watch, do you?” I nodded, unable to speak. Unbelievably, even though I’d had more sex in the past two days than I had experienced in the previous five years, I started to get another erection.
“It appears that he does,” said Maeve, “shall we give him a show?” She licked her lips and winked at April.
“I think one of us should,” she replied. “Tell me, Stuart, do you watch porn?”
“Sometimes. Not all that often,” I answered somewhat truthfully.
“Okay,” she said, “tell me honestly, what kind of porn do you watch?”
I thought for a moment and said, “Mostly women masturbating, sometimes lesbians or group sex.”
April grinned. “These women you like to watch masturbating, do they use toys or just their fingers?”
“Both, but I prefer toys,” I answered, “not real big ones though, that looks painful.”
“You are in luck!” she said, reaching for the nightstand. She pulled out two toys, one about eight inches long and straight, the other shorter with a curved tip. “Now then, which of us would you like to see fuck ourselves with these?”
I hesitated, not wanting to offend either of them. “Don’t worry,” Maeve said, “it doesn’t matter to us. Remember, this is just fantasy without attachment or jealousy.” I was still having a tough time wrapping my head around that concept.
“All right then, if you insist,” I said, pointing at Maeve. To be honest, in spite of April’s near absence of inhibition, her looks and her wonderful body, I was more attracted to Maeve than I was to April. “I can’t resist a natural redhead,” I shrugged.
April pouted for a second, then laughed. “You go get ready, Maeve, and I’ll get things set up out here.” I was curious what she meant by that but I was getting to the point where I was expecting the unexpected from her.
Maeve gathered her underthings and the toys and disappeared into the washroom. “Better clean these up first, you never know where they’ve been!”
“You know exactly where they’ve been, you saucy bitch!” April exclaimed. “Stuart, stay here while I go into the other room and get things ready.”
Curiouser and curiouser, I thought. April went to the closet and grabbed two robes, throwing one at me and putting the other on herself. Then she took out a small suitcase and disappeared into the other room of the suite.
As I sat there, all sorts of naughty things went through my head as I thought about what Maeve was doing to get ready and what April had to set up in the other room. About ten minutes later she came back in with her tablet and said, “Can I show you something?” I nodded as she turned it towards me to see a video of her and Maeve and two guys, fucking like they needed to save the world. “Maeve and I like to keep a few memories of our time together. This one was taken on my last visit.” April was on her back, her knees by her shoulders, her cunt getting pounded by a cock significantly larger than mine. Maeve was on all fours, getting hammered from the rear. Both girls were moaning loudly as the guys fucked them.
“Wow,” was all I could get out.
Just then Maeve called from the washroom, “I’m ready for my closeup!” The door opened and she was dressed in her bra, panties, stockings and garter from before. They were a kelly green, which stood out incredibly against her pale, freckled skin and red hair. She was perfectly made up; in fact, her makeup was much more prominent than it had been earlier, her eye makeup darker and smoky, rouge on her cheeks and she had applied a brighter shade of red lipstick. She noticed me staring and said, “Shows up better on camera,” as she sauntered past me to the other room.
I followed her out to see that April had two cameras, one in either hand. She also had on all the room lights, “It’s a shame we can’t open the curtains, natural light is best.” She handed one camera to me, “You can use this one to focus on whatever you like, I’ll use the other one. I’ll edit up the two videos and send it to you next week.” Maeve pouted. “Yes, of course I’ll send it to you as well!”
April giggled. She steered me to the loveseat as Maeve settled into a wingback chair positioned about six feet in front of it. The chair was covered in a small blanket and April had placed a towel on the seat. Maeve crossed her legs demurely as April fetched us each a glass of wine plus a glass of water with ice cubes which she set on a small end table beside the chair. Then she sat beside me on the loveseat, snuggling into me as though we were about to watch a classic film.
Once we were all seated, April pointed her camera towards Maeve and said, “Once we start recording, we shouldn’t make any sound if possible.” I knew that was going to be a big ask but I flashed her a thumbs-up. “Good. Are we sitting comfortably? Then we’ll begin!” She pressed the button on her camera and I did likewise.
Maeve stared into my camera, licked her lips and smiled. She brought one finger to her lips, licked it and moved her hand underneath one cup of her bra, fondling it, feeling its weight before rubbing her moistened finger around her nipple. She repeated the maneuver with her other hand before pushing her bra up, exposing her breasts. Did I mention before that she has the most beautiful breasts? Full and round and heavy, capped with these little pink nipples that were now turgid from her excitement. She continued to caress her tits as April got up and, being careful to stay out of the frame, moved towards Maeve, pointing the camera at her face. Taking her cue, I continued to focus on her hands as she rubbed her breasts. She reached into the water glass, taking an ice cube and trailing it across her breasts, pausing to make one, then the other nipple go fully erect, standing out proudly. Then Maeve looked at me and wiggled her fingers at the camera, sliding them down her belly to the top of her thong. Unlike April’s nearly flat belly, Maeve’s was fuller, a round softness to it. Like April, she had a jewel piercing but hers was silver instead of gold, with sparkly gems that looked very much like diamonds.
Maeve flicked the jewel with her finger as her other hand passed over it, smiling directly at my camera, her ruby lips parted just enough to see her even white teeth. Cupping her left hand over her pussy from outside her panties, her other hand, still holding what was left of the ice cube. slid underneath, rubbing in small circles the spot where I knew her sensitive little love button to be. She inhaled sharply as the ice contacted her clit, her eyes were now closed and her head laid back against the chair back as she got into pleasuring herself. Her hand went a little deeper; I imagined she now had a finger or two inside herself as she took in a sharp breath and released it with a soft sigh. April backed away from her face and moved the camera so it was pointing at Maeve’s hands. A few more minutes of this and Maeve’s left hand came off her pussy to reach beside her on the chair and take up the shorter of the two toys.
I followed her hand with the toy as she brought it to her lips, kissing it lightly and licking it up its length. She popped the end of it in her mouth to wet it before taking the small bottle of lubricant and applying some to the toy. She then switched hands, her right taking the toy and her left pulling aside her thong to expose her now obviously wet and freshly shaven pussy. I have to admit, I was a bit disappointed by that; I find a neatly trimmed pussy, especially one with fine red hair, more appealing than a clean-shaven one. She positioned the head of the toy at her lower lips and, using the fingers of her other hand to open herself up, slipped the head of the toy inside her. She held just the head of it inside her, rotating it slowly one way then the other, the fingers of her left hand now stimulating her clitoris.
April nudged me gently. I looked at her and she pointed to herself and then to Maeve’s face, then pointing at me and then to Maeve’s pussy. I nodded.
Maeve then spoke for the first time. “You want to see a magic trick?” She asked. “Watch me make this dildo disappear!” She slid the toy about halfway in and then, placing the tip of her right forefinger against the end of it, pushed it slowly inside her until it was completely out of sight. Maeve moaned, her legs opened to show me that the toy was indeed invisible so I got down on my knees between her feet to get a close-up view. She started rubbing herself with more vigor and then she shifted her hips and, voila! the toy appeared again. She pushed it back inside herself and popped it out again several times before taking the end of it in her fingers and rotating it before grasping the base with both hands and rotating it. I hadn’t realized it was a vibrator until I heard a barely perceptible hum. She must have found her G-spot with its tip because she inhaled sharply before letting a soft ‘Yesss,” escape from her lips.
She continued pleasuring herself for a few more moments until I could see her pussy lips were engorged and slick with her fluid. Then she suddenly stopped, looked right at April’s camera and said, “And now, ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the main event of the evening!” She extracted the vibrator from inside her pussy and, laying it on her tummy, lifted her hips and removed her now-soaked thong. Then she reached beside her and picked up the longer toy. It was thicker than I had first thought, much thicker than my own cock but only a little longer. Maeve tapped me with her foot to get my attention and said, “I don’t think we’re going to need any lubrication with this one, are we?” and she placed its head against her pussy lips. Again, placing the tip of one finger against the opposite end, she positioned it and with a single stroke, pushed it inside herself, more rapidly this time until only enough remained exposed so she could get a grip on it with her fingers. Taking the vibrator and setting the curved tip of it against her clit, she began sliding the larger toy out and in, slowly at first but quickly increasing the tempo until sliding became thrusting became pounding.
I was enthralled at this sight. I had seen videos like this but most are poorly done with the lighting too low to see much detail. Seeing it up close and in person was definitely the way to go. Trying my best to keep the camera focused on Maeve, I reached down and started stroking myself. April noticed immediately and poked me, shaking her head and pointing at Maeve. I got the hint and let go of my cock. From my vantage point I could see Maeve’s pussy and hips but not much else. I raised myself up a little until her face came into view and I backed off enough so the camera’s auto-focus wouldn’t continually shift from one spot on her body to another. Maeve continued fucking herself, her thrusts becoming deeper and harder as she started moaning louder.
“Oh God! Fuck! Fuck FUCK! FUCK!” almost shouting. Her strokes then became short and quick as her climax approached; only a moment later she pulled the toy from her pussy and a clear stream of liquid shot from her, accompanied by a loud “OOOHHH!” Back into her pussy the toy went for another dozen or so short strokes and moaning until she suddenly pulled it out again and another smaller stream shot from her. “Oh, my fucking God, YES! YES!” she shouted, full-throated this time, not holding anything back. As her excitement faded, she dropped the larger toy and slipped the smaller toy back inside her for some softer strokes, caressing her outer lips. Finally, she removed the toy from inside her, licked it clean and looking directly at the still-running camera, said, “It’s fun when someone watches, don’t you think?”
April turned off the camera and told me to do likewise, then she snuck up behind me and whispered, “She wants you to clean her up. You mind if I record that?” I looked at her, surprised, and she motioned with her head toward Maeve, reaching out to take the camera from me. I shrugged and moved forward. I heard the beep from the camera as April started a new recording. I took the end of the towel that was underneath Maeve’s full and round bottom, and with it and my mouth, began licking up and wiping away as much of her juices as I could.
After a few minutes I slid up beside her and whispered, “That was amazing, thank you so much,” as I kissed her softly, pulling her to me.
She returned my embrace and then stood up and said, “Look at poor Stuart, his cock is rock hard and he doesn’t know what to do with it!”
Knowing what Maeve had in mind, April moved behind the chair and said from behind the camera, “Do you know what to do with it, Maeve?”
Maeve replied, “I think I do!” and she got onto her knees in front of me and plunged her mouth down onto me. I looked down at those deep red lips sliding up and down over my cock; the sight of it was such a turn on I didn’t last more than half a minute before I pushed my hips forward and grunted. Maeve took her mouth off me and wrapped her hand around me, closing her eyes pointing my cock at her face so that I spurted my semen all over her face. When she felt my cock stop twitching, she opened her eyes and looked right at the camera as she licked my come from her lips and using her fingers, gathered up the rest from her face with her fingers.
Handing the camera to me, she said, “Let me help you with that!” and she knelt down beside Maeve and started licking the semen from her beautiful face. Once they had gotten most of it off Maeve’s face, they kissed and looked straight at the camera, both smiling their killer smiles before kissing each other passionately. I switched off the camera and slumped back in the chair, completely sated and wrung out from the exertions of the past two days. I took a deep breath and exhaled loudly, leaning my head back and closing my eyes.
“Oh, look, Maeve, you’ve worn poor Stuart completely out!” laughed April.
I looked at them both still kneeling before me, trying to count in my head the number of orgasms I’d had in the past two days; I stopped at five. “You both have worn me out, but you won’t hear me complaining! We do have a little problem here, though,” I said.
“Oh, what’s that?” Asked Maeve.
“Well, you and I have both had earth-shattering orgasms this evening but poor April here has not. She must be so frustrated right now!” We all laughed.
“I’m good, you guys, Stuart is not the only one who’s worn out,” she said. “Can I get a rain check?” Maeve and I looked at each other and nodded.
“I think so,” she said. “You guys are here until the end of the week, I’m sure we can figure something out!”
“Awesome!” said April, “Looking forward to it. For now, how about we call it a night.”
“You say so,” said Maeve. “How am I getting home?”
“I’ll drive you,” I volunteered, winking at April.
“Like you drove my ass last night?” she asked.
“Oh, my God, you let him fuck your ass?” Maeve exclaimed. “You are a lucky man, she only lets people she really likes do that!”
“Oh?” I asked, “You know this from personal experience?”
“Well,” Maeve replied, “you know that video she showed you? Both those guys wanted to do anal but they both left disappointed in that regard. We have done a little backdoor play with toys but I never seen her get butt-fucked. I can tell you it’s not something I’ve ever done. Not that I wouldn’t,” she winked at me, “I just haven’t.”
April moved in beside her and rubbed her hands across Maeve’s backside. “Something for later in the week perhaps?”
“Perhaps,” said Maeve, not committing to anything. She went back into the washroom to get dressed, April went back into the bedroom to do the same. After a few minutes Maeve came out dressed as she had been when we met earlier in the day except she had her thong in her hand, still soaked from the evening’s fun. “Can’t wear this home!” she giggled, holding it out to me.
I took her hand and pulled it toward my face, inhaling her scent. “Looking very much toward that scent later in the week!” I spoke. I gathered up my scattered clothes and went into the washroom to get dressed. When I came out, April was sitting in Maeve’s lap on the chair; they were snuggling and sharing soft kisses.
“You guys start that again we’ll be here all night!” I said sternly.
They both looked at me sheepishly and Maeve pouted, “Yes, Dad,” before they both burst into giggles. It was then that I realized I might be old enough to be Maeve’s dad, but I decided not to dwell on it. She was a grown woman with a mind of her own; if she wanted to fuck this middle-aged man into oblivion, I wasn’t about to argue.
April stood up and came over to me, wrapping her arms around me. “Thank you for a lovely, erotic, ecstatic weekend,” she purred softly. “I’m really having a good time.”
Maeve came over to join us. “Yes, thank you both for an amazing day. That was the most fun I’ve had since your last visit, April.” She kissed her, then me.
“So,” I said to April, “remember the toast you gave last night in my room?” April nodded. “Was the reality as good as the fantasy?”
She nodded her head and pulled Maeve and me in tight. “It surely was!” she whispered. A few more kisses, some rubs and tugs and we parted. “Until next time,” she breathed. Maeve and I just nodded and let out a deep breath as one. I took her hand and we left. “No funny business on the way home!” April called and we just laughed.
I went around the passenger side to open the door and let her in before climbing in the driver’s side. “One thing about newer cars I don’t like,” she said, “bucket seats. It’s hard to snuggle up while you drive in these things. She reached out and held my hand as she gave me directions to her place.
When we arrived, I got out and went around to open her door. “Such a gentleman,” she purred as I took her hand to help her out. I walked her to her door and as we stood on the step; I kissed her goodnight. This kiss was different from the hot, erotic ones we had shared earlier in the day; this one was soft, like a warm hug, no probing of tongues, just the pressure of her lips on mine. It was a kiss that held a great deal of promise; I hoped she felt the same.
