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Fucks Her In Vegas: #4

"Speaking of the boy toy," Ellie said, her tone not about flattery.

"Ladies," I said, trying to be suave.

"Go get dressed sexy, we're going out for supper and a show," Miranda said.

I asked. "And which room is mine?"

"Our room is the first on the left," Miranda said.

"Cool," I said casually. I left the ladies, rolled my luggage into the room and got dressed.

Strangely, the rest of the evening proceeded completely uneventfully. I learned later that during their brief girls' only time they'd agreed there would be no sexual conversation, flirting, not even word play for the remainder of the evening. In some ways this was good news as I was a bit worn out by the constant sexual tension between Ellie and Mom that had her so stressed out.

Supper was amazing, the show, a Cirque de Soleil, was stupendous and a late-night walk along the brightly-lit Strip was the coolest thing ever. By the time we got back to our penthouse suite we were all wiped and we all crashed rather quickly. Miranda and I got a room together, while both mom and Ellie had separate rooms, although Ellie stressed they'd be sharing one room before the weekend was over.

Miranda and I shared silent nods of agreement. That sharing was an agreed-upon portion of our master plan for the weekend, albeit the most risky portion.

After Ellie had retired, Mom snuck in for the good fucking I'd promised her for tonight, and she rode me to completion while Miranda rode her ass with a strap-on. In addition to it being over-the-top sex for all three of us, it was yet another layer of our three-way emotional bond which Miranda and I knew Mom needed to have in place as strongly as possible.

The next morning started amazingly as I was woken up the best way possible, with a blowjob. Opening my eyes, I saw Miranda bobbing up and down leisurely on my cock. Seeing me awake, she smiled, "Good morning, sleepyhead."

"Good morning, beautiful," I replied.

"I bet you say that to all the girls who wake you up this way," she teased, returning to my cock.

"Now that you mention it, that's true," I agreed, thinking of the many times recently Mom had awakened me the same way.

briefly taking my cock out of her

worse things to be

that was so naughty," Miranda commented, as she returned to

her gentle reprimand, "I didn't think she would go

later the conversation continued after I had shot cum down my beautiful girlfriend. "Your mom kept the cum on her face the whole time we were in the bar." "Really?" I asked, surprised by mom's full

it was so fucking hot," Miranda said,

it was," I

in a city where no one knows her gives her the freedom to cut loose without any worry of consequences," Miranda explained. "Like the last time you two were in Vegas for example," I

she

I smiled, "I think it's time I return

purred, "You treat me so

all the eighteen-year-olds you

the sweet intimacy that came from licking their pussies. I loved hearing their

baby," and "Oh God, you're getting me so fucking wet," only enhances my eagerness to

my time enjoying the slow build of Miranda's orgasm. Finally, ten minutes later give or take, her moans had escalated and I knew she was near the

legs around my head and quaked, her pussy juice

her sweetness as her body continued trembling... all because

she finally released me from her leg embrace/leglock, I crawled up her body

few seconds later she smiled, "Fuck,

hear

This time the kiss had a tenderness I'd never felt from her before. This wasn't the same intense urgency it often was, nor

a brief moment there was only us, and nothing else mattered. Finally my dream woman affirmed the words she'd said the other night at the TV station that had prompted my long,

name and I was speechless. I knew that fifty years from now if she repeated them again I'd still be thrilled to hear them. I knew that, but apparently my new but

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a boy and we haven't known each other long even though I've told you before," she continued between sweet kisses. "And