Mary sat next to Shari on the couch. I went to the kitchen and got the third drink off the counter and brought it to Mary. I went back to the kitchen and prepared another martini shaker for us. The girls were sitting on the couch watching Food Network. Bobby Flay was marinating some lamb with garlic, basil and olive oil.
"Speaking of basil," Mary said. "Where is all the whiskey?"
"We drank it, Mary." I replied. I poured her a full drink as she held up the empty glass. I filled Shari's and topped off mine as well.
I set the martini shaker down on the round table and walked across the room to sit in my recliner. I kicked back and stretched out to enjoy the show.
I passed out.
When I woke up, Paula Dean was making chicken and dumplings. The girls were nowhere to be seen. The bedroom door was wide open and all the lights were turned off. There was a candle burning in the corner that illuminated my empty glass that was sitting on the coffee table.
I heard the front door open. The girls came through like a pack of hyenas. They were both laughing and giggling. They had gone to the store to get beer before they drank the rest of the Vodka. I turned and looked as Shari opened a bottle of beer.
"You're awake!" Mary shouted.
"We have beer," Shari said in her little sarcastic voice. "Just for you."
Shari handed me the beer as I started to wake up a bit.
"You can have this," she said. "I get the rest of the vodka."
I was okay with that. Shari didn't drink beer and as long as she stayed drinking we would all have some more fun. Shari's phone rang and she went outside to talk.
Mary had a beer in her hand as she approached me.
"Steven," she said calmly. "Shari and I talked. We want you to fuck us at the same time."
She could barely stand without swaying back and forth. I had already cum about an hour ago, so I was ready for some good hard fucking for a while. She leaned over the armrest and gave me a little kiss on the lips. Then she pried my mouth open with her tongue and slipped me a garlic stuffed olive. I chewed on it as she licked my lips. Her right hand slipped into my pajama bottoms. She rubbed my cock with the palm of her tiny hand as the front door opened.
Shari returned and tossed her phone into the side pocket of her backpack. She mixed herself another martini as Mary caressed my balls.
Shari sat on the couch and watched as Mary slid my pj's down to my knees. My cock stood straight up in the air and the tip was throbbing with purple goodness. She licked the tip of it and put half of it inside her mouth.
