“Yeah, and it seems like you two are too,” I laughed.
“Well, what can I say?” she happily patted the head of the subservient girl licking her out, then leaned in closer to me to whisper, “She’s got to earn the gift I gave her.” I arched an eyebrow, not that she could see that through my mask. After I didn’t respond she made her point more clear. “I mean it’s not every day you get to pimp out your boyfriend to pop her little sister’s cherry.”
“And he was great!” the ghost-girl that I suddenly realized was Samantha said looking up from her sister’s slobbery cunt to shoot me those same finger guns she had the day before.
“Hey, did I say you could stop?” Jessica sassed her sister, who dropped back down to continue tonguing her twat. “I’ve heard lots of compliments on your blowjob’s, but your carpet munching is still subpar at best.”
I was stunned into terrified silence, realizing now that wasn’t Jess I’d just fucked, but Sam. My first thoughts were that I was done for and about to be murdered, but then I realized that they clearly had this planned and I’d been set up for this, and more importantly, neither seemed upset that I’d gone through with it. And the fact they were publicly lezzing out in front of everyone made everything else just so bizarre.
“Honestly, I’m just glad you held out through Mom’s customary first test drive,” she laughed. Before she said that I thought that it would have been impossible to be even more shocked then I already was. Now I was just dumbfounded by how wrong I had been.
“That was your Mom?” I groaned, remembering the wonderful feeling of her strong and experienced cunt gripping me. I wouldn’t have put her over forty by how it felt, but not being able to see much of her I was flabbergasted knowing that she was at almost sixty, easily twice my age. “Are you sure?” I asked, unable to believe it.
You guys were literally fucking right in front of me,” she laughed, “So yeah, I’m sure.”
“So you were…” I thought, trying to place which ghost she was in the room since I hadn’t a clue any of them had been her.
“I was in the middle, behind the couch having a contest with two of my friends to see which of us has the tightest pussy,” she admitted nonchalantly. I couldn’t believe how brazenly she just admitted to cheating on me with no less than three other guys, but what bothered me the most was I was pretty sure one of those guys had been her own father.
“Umm,” I began, unsure how to broach that topic, but almost worried that she probably already knew.
“Of course, Daddy is biased, but Jen gave birth only three months ago so her pussy is still a gaping cavern, so her boo gave me his load also, meaning I won again this year.” That sealed it, she was a total father-fucking slut. I was jealous as all hell, but knowing I’d cheated on her twice already tonight as well really prevented me from getting that bent out of shape. “Though they made me promise to have you in our competition next year.”
“So that whole anonymity thing…?” I asked, seeing as how she seemed to know exactly who was who.