Author: Pescador del Valle
Title: Boy Meets Girl Meets Girl
Part: Chapter 24 of 25
Universe: PdV's Boy Meets Girl Meets Girl
Summary: A romantic view of the unusual erotic encounters
of three older teenagers
Keywords: mfF, oral, rom
Language: English
Copyright: 2003
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Cilla, Sonia and I had been involved in an unlikely and
highly erotic three-way relationship which appeared to be
lasting the test of time. We were finally about to set
up house.
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It was about six months earlier when I first started
seriously thinking about finding a place for the three of
us.
Initially, my thoughts naturally centred around our
sleeping arrangements. Cilla and Sonia had shared
Sonia's king single bed overnight on a few occasions but
the cramped conditions were something they endured rather
than enjoyed. I had not had any opportunity at all since
our trip away some months earlier again.
Fitting three people in even a king size double would be
just as cramped. Fortunately through my work contacts I
knew where I could get a customised bed and mattress
made, admittedly at a premium. The problem would then be
finding a place with enough room for such a massive bed.
In anticipation of ultimate success in that endeavour I
placed the orders without telling the others, keeping it
as a surprise.
Cilla and I were both working full time and Sonia had a
part time position with me in my father's firm so there
was plenty of money coming in between the three of us to
allow us to move out without any financial worries.
And so I went to have a talk with a couple of local
letting agents to find out if there was anything suitable
on their books.
At the time none of the residences meeting our
requirements were available but two weeks ago one of the
agents finally got back to advise a tenant wanted to
terminate his lease and to ask if I was still interested.
Of course I said "Yes" and he gave me the address and we
arranged a time to look at the property.
I rang Cilla at work.
"Cilla Farrier here. How can I help you."
"It's Glyn, Love. I made some enquiries about units a
while back and one has become available. I've been
thinking about moving out if I can find some flatmates.
Do you think you might be interested?"
"Oh sweetheart! Of course. I might even know someone
else who would be interested."
I arranged to pick her up and we both took a little time
off to meet the agent for an inspection. I could hardly
wait for Sonia to turn up at work after school.
---
It was a time of revelations. Sonia had broken the news
to her mother who had taken it quite well, considering.
Utterly fantastic in fact.
She still welcomed Cilla and I, in fact we both now got
big hugs as befitted "family" which was nice, if
potentially a little embarrassing at times. Hell, she
was an attractive woman and I would defy any male to
resist her charms; if I had to discretely rearrange my
trousers from time to time it was more a compliment to
her rather than any sign I loved my pair any less.
Cilla was taking her own revelations one step at a time.
For now she was copping a little flack for daring to move
into a unit with me before there were a couple of
signatures on a piece of paper.
We didn't mention that she already had a band of gold on
her finger - that had been there a while like its mates
on Sonia's and my hands.
No, the added information that she was also lovers with
the girl living across the street was a bit too much fuel
to add to the already furious fire.
My own revelation didn't need to be introduced in stages.
I was almost 18, almost legally an adult, and found
myself financially stable if not well off at present.
Being the only heir interested in my father's business
(at least for the present) and having shown some aptitude
and a willingness to succeed there I had, to use an old-
fashioned term, "expectations".
While my siblings would certainly share in any
inheritance, I was hoping to have reached a true
managerial role well before that was necessary, and to
have done my part to increase the value of the
inheritance for all of us.
I had taken Cilla to look at the unit and she had agreed
on its suitability which was important as, at 19, she
would have to be the leaseholder being the only adult on
our "team". We had managed to show Sonia the outside
later and she was happy with the idea, though a little
quiet initially.
"Can I have a word?" I asked my parents.
"Sure." My father put the paper down and Mum turned down
the volume of the TV.
"I realise that I'm still young and that you may not
consider me ready yet, but I've been thinking of moving
out for a while now.
"I'm not unhappy here", I forestalled my mother's
comment. "I just think I will be happier in a unit and
we've found one that's suitable. I've been on the
lookout for something and this one has just come up now
and we've decided to get it even though I'm not 18 for a
few weeks."
"We?" asked my father on both their behalves.
"I'll be moving in with Cilla."
"Cilla?" he began. "But I thought you and Sonia ...?"
"That's a bit different. Sonia is still finishing High
School. She needs to be able to concentrate on her exams
so she will be staying with her mother until they're out
of the way.
My parents looked at each other with blank stares.
"Sorry. I'm missing something. Do you mean Sonia is
moving in at the end of the year too or what?"
"Yes. That's right."
"So you're sharing with Cilla but Sonia IS your
girlfriend?" My mother was trying to get it straight as
well.
"Sonia is my girlfriend", I confirmed. Then I dropped
the second bombshell; the big one.
"Cilla is my girlfriend too."
"WHAT?" they chorused.
"We know it's a bit unusual", I offered.
"A bit!" said Mum.
They were by no means stupid and realised I had probably
been, shall we say, "more than friendly" with Sonia but
hadn't suspected I was similarly involved with Cilla.
"How on Earth do they feel about sharing your
affections?" she added. My father was quietly thinking
more along the lines of "a chip off the old block" even
though it was far beyond any of his sexual endeavours.
Bombs away!
"It's no different for me really. I have to share their
affections too. They are lovers as well, Mum."
She sat back in the lounge while that sank in. You
didn't normally have your 17 year old son describe his
girlfriend as a lover, it was something both sides
usually tried to treat as not happening for as long as
possible.
When the relationship in question then turned out to be
well outside any accepted view of the "norm", it was
enough to leave her speechless. Where did she start in
trying to make sense of it, let alone in making a
comment.
Eventually Mum got up and walked silently into the
kitchen where she filled the kettle. She needed some
serious thinking time and the semi-automatic actions of
making a cuppa allowed her brain to deal with cerebral
matters.
Brenda (Mum) had always had a liberal attitude to the
human body and sex. She had brought us up to be
comfortable with nudity to such an extent that swimsuits
were often an optional accessory at our pool parties.
She and Vince (Dad) had a varied, if monogamous, sex
life. She had tried, and liked a wide range of
activities (though she would have been surprised, no
shocked, by some of ours) and gave her children ample
leeway once of an age to start "exploring".
But this! It was something you read about in the
magazines' sealed sections or watched on the TV in your
bedroom once the youngsters were asleep. It wasn't
something your son just surprised you with.
Brenda liked both girls and indeed had expected that
Sonia might one day become her daughter-in-law, an idea
she had not found displeasing.
Even the idea of Cilla as a daughter-in-law wasn't the
least bit objectionable.
So why did she find the idea of having both girls in that
role so disturbing? She felt like wringing my neck!
Vince was a little more relaxed with the idea. Males
tend to fantasize about making it with two women so
actually hearing that his son was living the fantasy
tended to be stimulating rather than upsetting. It was
easy for my father to see himself in my place.
When Mum called out from the kitchen we both accepted
coffee and she soon returned with three cups on a tray.
I thanked her and she sat down, still without a word in
response.
We blew on our drinks, waiting for her to say her piece.
Finally, "I really don't know whether to be happy, sad,
mad or just worried."
She continued, "You know I've liked both girls but you
have to admit it's not the sort of relationship that you
expect to last. I want to see you happy and all I can
think about is ways you could end up splitting up."
"Couples split up too", I argued.
"I know, and that's what I told myself; nothing is
certain in life and you may just outlast lots of
'conventional' couples. Your first statement that you
are young is true and couples, or rather people, who
start out together when they are young often fall out
fairly soon. There are a lot of pressures, financial and
social, that you don't realise and it takes time to get
to know yourself, let alone each other, really well.
Sometimes that means you find you just don't belong
together and that can be hard on you if one of you
doesn't want the other to part or if you stay together
for the wrong reasons." She drew a breath and took a sip
to collect her thoughts again.
"Having said all that, I do have to add that I realise I
wasn't much older when I got married and I haven't
regretted it myself. There ARE added pressures on young
people but that doesn't mean they won't make a success of
things.
Until a few minutes ago I would have said you three were
all level-headed and if it were just you and Cilla or you
and Sonia, though she is younger again, I wouldn't feel
quite as apprehensive. I don't think it's a good
decision but I do think you are old enough that I
shouldn't try to stop you; I certainly wouldn't do
anything to try to cause problems where there aren't
any."
She concluded her monologue as my father and I sat
silently, "I do sincerely hope you are all happy together
and you know you can call on me for anything."
I got up and gave her a hug and a kiss. "Thanks Mum."
My father now got his chance. "It is going to be a big
responsibility for all of you. How much thought have you
put into your finances?"
"Cilla and I are both working full time and we have quite
a bit saved up between us. If one of us were put off (I
smiled at him to suggest perhaps HE would be giving me
the sack) we would still be able to afford the rent and
groceries.
I've got my studies to finish but that's a commitment in
time rather than expense and Sonia's got probably three
years of Uni which is covered by a trust fund. If she
continues working part-time that's extra income available
to us. There is not much difference from three students
sharing a unit, we will just be a lot closer."
"I'm certainly happy with your work and with Sonia's too
so I think you can be confident that those jobs will be
as safe as I can make them. We can work around Sonia's
study hours; I'd rather see less of her now and have a
successful accountant on staff in three years time.
Three years after that she'll probably be managing the
financial side of the business if she is at all
competent, I'm nothing if not nepotistic and it looks
like the family has increased by two."
I had been nodding my understanding of his comments and
he paused to think for a bit. "Financially you seem to
be okay. Socially I don't know. I'd suggest keeping it,
not hidden as such, but not too widely known especially
at work. Until Sonia has her qualifications I would like
to avoid any suggestion of favouritism."
"Who does know about the three of you?" asked Mum.
I ticked them off in my head. Easiest to go through each
person's family.
"There is Cilla's sister and her boyfriend. Can I ask
you not to say anything to her parents just yet? She had
told them about me but they won't like being told about
Sonia so she has to pick her moment."
They nodded in turn.
"Let's see, Sonia told her mother last night. She's
being supportive like you. I don't think anyone else
knows there. Then, let's see, Rick and Renate, oh and
Uncle Frank, probably Aunt Maeve."
"Frank? But you haven't seen him since your last
birthday have you? Oh! You mean it's been that long?"
"A little longer actually."
"You could have spoken to us. We would have, well I
suppose we would have, understood."
"I know but it is not the sort of thing you normally talk
to your parents about and well, with the three of us ..."
I left the rest unspoken and they had no trouble
appreciating the difficulties.
"I must say that this helps make a lot more sense of some
of the funny things that have been going on over the last
year." My father's mind then turned to his next youngest
son. Yes, he could see the signs there too; Rick and
Renate were sleeping together or close to it.
"So when are you moving out? You're going to need quite
a few things."
"Sonia and Cilla went shopping together today and we are
all going tomorrow after we, or rather Cilla, signs the
lease. I have actually got some furniture together
already; a bed, a dining table and chairs and a lounge
suite. We've been putting them in a lock up as we've
found them at a good price."
Our enterprise surprised my parents. This obviously
wasn't a sudden decision.
"We planned to move in on Saturday; it's my weekend off
and we should have plenty of time to set things up."
"Will you need a hand with the furniture? I can help;
things are slow enough that I can disappear for the day."
"Probably. That would be good."
"If you don't feel I'm interfering, I can help too", said
my mother.
"I'm sure we would all appreciate it."
---
When Dad and Rick saw the size of our bed and mattress
they were amazed. I explained where I had had it made
and when they saw the practicality, the extra cost seemed
worthwhile.
Stimulated by our relationship Rick had had his own
fantasies for a while now but they were of he and Renate
in various temporary threesomes rather than of our
"menagerie", as he sometimes called it.
The actual physics of bed time hadn't occurred to them
whereas I knew what it was like and wanted sufficient
room for all three of us to be able to roll over without
disturbing the others.
We had hired a self-drive truck for the day and soon had
it loaded. We headed back to where we had dropped Mum
and Renate to help Cilla and Sonia.
Mum had greeted them, even Renate, like new daughters and
they had set out together to give the place a good spring
clean before we started filling it up. The previous
tenants had done a reasonable job when they had moved out
but you always felt better doing it yourself.
Dad and Rick hadn't gone inside yet and took the time for
a tour of our new abode before we started to unload.
In addition to the usual kitchen, laundry and lounge
there were two smaller rooms that could serve as bedroom,
storage or study; a bathroom, and then the piece de
resistance, a master bedroom with walk in robe and
ensuite that was designed with a private lounge that the
letting agent had labelled as a "parent's retreat".
Knowing the size of our new bed, I had specified a room
with dimensions similar to that we now surveyed when I
had approached the agent.
Dad went down the stairs and looked doubtfully at the
doorways between the front of the house and the master
bedroom. I grinned and beckoned him back upstairs.
Opening the curtains (a ghastly colour which would have
to go!) I opened the double doors that led to a wide
balcony.
"We do have to lift the mattress up. It shouldn't be too
hard though."
We returned and started moving things into our new home.
The refrigerator proved the most difficult while the bed,
in pieces, was easy and its assembly only required a
spanner.
Then it was simply a case of dropping a rope over the
balcony, tying it in a sling around the mattress and
having some people lift while Sonia shortened and secured
the rope.
Up on the balcony again, we all hauled it up in stages
until we could finally manhandle it over the edge. From
there it was relatively simple to put it in place and in
no time at all the special sheets and quilt were added
and six pillows placed into position. If nothing else we
had a place to lay our heads.
With utmost discretion, no-one mentioned any other
purposes to which the room would be put.
Finally boxes of clothes were brought up and we left the
distaff members of our households (plural now!) to
organise things while we returned the truck.
Sonia's mother Diane had let Cilla and I know of Sonia's
concerns about being squeezed out and, though she wasn't
moving much of her things in yet, we made sure that her
part of the available wardrobe area was clearly
identified. I hope it helped ease her mind a little.
Dad asked whether we should get anything for lunch but I
told him that it had been arranged. Instead we simply
collected some drinks including a couple of bottles of
celebratory champagne which approximately half of us were
not legally supposed to consume.
Sonia's mother turned up soon after we got back and we
were once again drafted into moving things from car to
house.
This time the delicious aroma sped us on and the dining
table was soon spread with her housewarming present to
us. It certainly beat take away or nuked instant meals.
With more people than chairs we grabbed what we could
hold and ate where we could find a spot; Jean and Trevor
turned up in time for the toasts.
We were wished well, no mention being made of the unusual
nature of our household, and we responded in turn with an
expression of thanks for the support shown and help
given.
We had moved in!
---
Our visitors left an hour or so later and we took the
opportunity to visit the supermarket to stock up our
pantry.
Things felt rather different now. It was one thing to go
for a meal at each other's home or to grab some junk food
or even to go to a restaurant together but now we had to
come to grips with each other's preferences.
Fortunately none of us could be considered fussy eaters
though over time we were to find a number of items that
one out of three was happy to forgo. In my case it was
boiled carrots, though I quite like them roasted; Sonia
didn't like pork except in sweet and sour and Cilla found
fish bones an anathema.
We started at the cleaning products end and decided we
could probably use two trolleys after half filling our
first in the first aisle. It wasn't too bad in the end
because we decided we didn't really have to get
EVERYTHING in one go.
What do you forgo for a week though? If you leave the
broom how do you clean up? Deodorant, soap, shampoo,
toothpaste and detergent all seem to be high on the must
haves - none of us had felt it was right to raid our
parents' supplies.
The one thing deemed not to be a luxury was a large block
of chocolate.
But the bill!
We were feeling quite domesticated when we got home.
HOME! OURS!
We got home (HOME! again) and unpacked the car, dumping
everything on and around the just cleared table before
trying to work out where everything should go.
A word of warning to other males. Do NOT! (unless you
are a master chef who is god in his kitchen) attempt to
interfere with even one female attempting to set "their"
new kitchen to rights.
Even if you are the one who will be cooking and your S.O.
can't boil water you risk life and limb by putting
something away where it doesn't go.
It doesn't matter that a shelf can be bare. It really
seemed like Cilla and Sonia had some instinctive
understanding of domestic product placement. Maybe I was
away the day that was covered at school.
We got settled in and sat down in the lounge to rest a
bit in front of the TV. Cilla and I sat on the lounge
with Sonia sitting between our legs on the floor.
Now that we had the privacy to do whatever we wanted, we
all seemed to need to show that our sex lives weren't the
main reason we were together. It had been a fairly
hectic day and a bit of relaxation first would possibly
give us more energy for later.
Besides, if we had any further callers it might be a bit
embarrassing to have them surprise us in a bit of
"afternoon delight".
Cilla's parents had been given a walkthrough before we
had signed the lease and had then not shown any further
interest. We didn't expect them to ease up for a while
which was probably fortunate as the large bed would only
raise more questions and make things harder for Cilla.
Still Jean might bring the other Farrier offspring around
to see their big sister's new house. It would happen
sometime soon so maybe bedtime for them was a good time
for us as well.
--
The afternoon came to an end without further incursions
and we prepared pasta for dinner; simple - just boil some
water, heat up a jar of pasta sauce, cook the pasta and
serve.
Considering how little attention it needed there was
plenty of fooling around in the kitchen. We took turns
stirring the saucepans while whoever was free stirred the
fires a little. I watched my loves lock lips (when I
should have been watching the stove - but hey, you hold
the handle and turn the spoon - do you really have to
look at the food?) and then took over from Sonia when she
took over from me.
Cilla attacked me with a passion, albeit a brief one,
before leaving me for the cooking. Sonia consoled me
before once again it was my turn to make sure things
didn't burn.
It might not have been efficient but it was fun.
We ate quickly and washed the dishes even faster. Then
it was time to think about how we would like to spend the
evening.
It came as some surprise (not!) that we had all come up
with the same idea. Doors were checked, curtains closed
and clothes shucked.
The ensuite was a little small for three but the main
bathroom had ample room in the shower stall.
I ran through the lounge in pursuit of two sets of
swaying cheeks and joined them as the water heated. We
were all a bit sweaty from the days efforts and it was a
pleasure to rid ourselves of the "whiff"; with three in
together it would always be a pleasure.
I found myself pushed back against the cold tiles as the
two ladies positioned themselves to avoid getting their
hair wet.
I had no choice therefore but to move as close to them as
possible. What other motive could I have had?
I grabbed the soap and started on Sonia; Cilla had
another cake and turned slightly to work on me.
I lathered up Sonia's back, my fingers sliding down
between her ass cheeks as I worked from top to literal
bottom. She pressed her butt back against my hand and
turned over her shoulder for a kiss. I gave her one, as
did Cilla when we finished, then I turned her around to
rinse off her back before starting on her front.
Her small breasts were triangular peaks and I soaped up
my hands and applied the suds carefully to both at once.
Sonia in turn was playing "handies" with Cilla. Their
fingers intertwined, writhing like a pit of mating
snakes. I would like to be able to extend the analogy
further by mentioning the boa constrictor that was in the
middle of that soapy tangle but unfortunately my worldly
endowments aren't boa constrictor size.
With four hands all grasping for my flesh I'm afraid my
one-eyed trouser snake couldn't even be seen.
I wasn't interested in looking anyway and I deliberately
leaned back against the tiles; straightening my elbows
while retaining my own soapy contact with Sonia's breasts
I tried to give the girls as much room to work in as
possible.
Sonia changed position to cup and lather my balls while
Cilla made sure that there was no possibility of my penis
being dirty.
She was stroking with both hands at once, fingers linked
and thumbs crossed on the other side of my erection, the
soap providing all the lubrication required.
Sonia moved closer to me, getting her hair wet after all,
and reached under my scrotum to slide a soapy finger
between my ass cheeks from below.
As she wriggled it against my asshole, Cilla's
manipulation had an effect that was only to be expected
and a white fluid rope shot across to land on Sonia's
belly. A second pulse, with less force, only made it to
her thigh and a third landed next to her foot.
She tickled my ass and I jerked my hips forward in
response. The remaining semen oozed to congeal in the
suds on Cilla's hands, turning a rubbery cheese-like mess
as the proteins coagulated. Cilla held them to the spray
to wash both the lather and the remains of my spent cum
away.
Sonia turned to the spray as well and I rubbed my hand
over her shining skin to help rinse the globs away.
I was partially clean and Sonia and Cilla went to work to
finish back, armpits and, with Sonia kneeling and
ignoring her wet hair completely now, legs.
Then it was Cilla's turn and Sonia won the right to wash
her front while I got the back. I didn't complain though
Sonia told me off when my hands snuck under Cilla's arms
to hold her magnificent tits.
"Hey! I've already done there. You're getting them all
soapy again. Keep to your own side."
I don't think Cilla minded since she ground her butt
against my not quite limp cock and squirmed back against
me as I massaged her chest.
Still! It wouldn't do to get the ladies offside.
I reluctantly went back to my assigned duties and again
got into trouble when my fingers found Sonia's as we both
washed between Cilla's legs. It was an interesting place
for a demarcation dispute!
"If I get a mouthful of soapsuds later you are in big
trouble buster!" I had been told!
With suds washed away, water off and towels expertly
applied we left the bathroom hand in hand in hand as we
went to christen our new bed. I had found it okay to sit
on but we wouldn't really know how comfortable it was
until we had slept in it.
A new bed can take some getting used to and it did feel
like we had shrunk down as we climbed under the covers.
The bed was the standard length for a king size but was
50% wider. The frame was partially custom built with
additional reinforcement across the wide span.
We hadn't discussed who got which side; as we all slept
alone there were no habitual preferences. It turned out
we simply climbed across in the order we came through the
door.
This meant I was on the right (looking down at our toes),
Cilla ended up in the middle and Sonia was on the other
"edge". I say edge but it would take quite a bit of
rolling over to fall out of this bed.
We snuggled into each other. Cilla lay on her back and
Sonia and I fitted ourselves under her armpits, our heads
resting on her upper arms and shoulders and our faces
against her luscious breasts.
With only the subdued lighting of a single bedside lamp,
the mixture of light and shadow over Cilla's body
emphasised the little bulges on the tops of each mounded
tit, the covers having only been pulled up to just below
her breasts leaving them exposed for us to look upon with
delight.
My hand found Sonia's over the triangular patch of red
hair that covered Cilla's pubes and we ran our fingers
through the soft springy mass. Cilla's hand caressed my
back, and, I assume, Sonia's as well.
We had had the opportunity for slow relaxed loving in the
past though the occasions were few when all three of us
could be involved and certainly they had tended to be in
less comfortable surroundings.
Most of the time it had been in a semi-public situation
or with the expectation we would be interrupted. At
times this provided an extra thrill but it also
unfortunately tended to hasten the proceedings.
Tonight we had as much time as we wanted and, with my
earlier release, I personally was under no pressure for
the immediate future; I could see to the others' needs
while I rebuilt my reserves.
The foreplay was slow, loving and gentle. Sonia and I
concentrated on Cilla, letting things build gradually.
I could look into Sonia's face as we both reached with
our tongues to lick at Cilla's nipples. I lifted my body
slightly so I was nearer her face and kissed her gently
on the lips as she briefly released the teat.
"I love you", I told her and settled back to show Cilla
the same applied to her.
We had found through our months together that it wasn't
important to immediately tell the third person they were
loved when one of our trio spoke those words to another.
The words meant more when they arose from some particular
situation which stirred the emotions. "I love you both"
was a better expression and was usually accompanied by a
group hug.
I kissed my way down Cilla's abdomen and across the furry
patch where I found Sonia's fingers. This necessitated
my kneeling and Cilla took the opportunity to slide her
hand under my belly as I eased her legs apart. The angle
wasn't as good as I would have liked but it was pleasant
to feel her fondling my prick and balls as my mouth made
contact with her sweet-scented pussy.
Oh that tasted good. And if Sonia dined here as well she
would have no cause to complain of soap.
Cilla spread her legs to give me more access and my
tongue dipped deeper. I battled to contain the floods
that threatened to engulf my face. My cheeks were wet as
I scooped the thick sweet mess from between her lips in
the darkness under the blankets.
My chin rested from time to time on Cilla's pubic bone,
her bush tickling my neck. This allowed me to lick
across her clit and then down deep within her secret
furrow to the source of all those juice; I rolled my
tongue into a makeshift straw and slurped the fluids
before returning to the lump under my bottom lip.
Cilla's push-button clit stood up as she enjoyed our
ministrations and it was fun to play with it. Between my
lips it seemed bigger than it was and I liked to make
Cilla squirm and shudder as I gently sucked it back and
forth, my own little blowjob.
It was a combination of things that brought it to an end;
my tongue grew tired and the air grew stale - at least
Cilla hadn't farted while my head was deep under the
blankets. I surfaced and lay back next to Cilla to
recover for a while.
She hugged me while I watched Sonia as she nuzzled
Cilla's neck.
"That was beautiful, I love you both. Can I have you
inside me Glyn?" I moved to comply, Cilla's desires
matching mine.
"Please use a condom. I want you to last and I want to
stay fresher. For later."
Oh! Greedy was she? I only hoped I had enough stamina.
I reached across to the middle drawer in the cabinet on
what was currently my side of the bed. With some
forethought, I had left some condoms in the drawers on
each side so it didn't matter where we ended up - there
would be some handy.
It is normal for the bedroom furniture to get divided up
geographically but there only two sides to a bed and that
causes some logistical problems if there are three
occupants and the sleeping arrangements are going to
change. So rather than a left/right split we had divided
the drawers on a top to bottom arrangement (reversed on
the other side of the bed for fairer access) and I drew
the middle of the three on each side.
Sonia offered to help me and got me to lay on my back
while she stretched across Cilla. She covered the head
of my prick with the rubber as it stood exposed, the
covers pulled down around my knees. She leaned over it
and closed her mouth around my penis, her teeth meeting
my covered flesh just above the ring of rolled latex.
Cilla watched as Sonia carefully used her teeth to edge
the condom down over my prick. It was a slow passage and
I fought not to push myself up into her mouth.
When it was as far on as she could orally manage she used
a hand to finish the job while she gave me a quick peck
on the bulbous reservoir at the end of the mini-tower
(Note to Editor : emphasis on "tower" not "mini")
"There you are, all ready."
I moved into position over Cilla's body and between her
thighs. As I eased myself into her I noticed and
welcomed the reduced sensations; though I had come in the
shower I was ready again but didn't want to finish too
soon. Riding bareback did feel more exciting but given
the choice of 10 to 15 minutes of exquisite torture and
30 to 60 seconds of wham bam I could only concur with
Cilla's request that I try to last.
Once again I found myself looking at the back of Sonia's
head as she kissed Cilla, one hand resting on her breast
and a dangling (barely) tit in one of Cilla's hands.
I gave her a peck on the back of her head. "Don't I get
one?" I asked and Sonia broke off her kiss to turn and
ask "From who?"
"Whom!" I corrected and added "Why both of you of
course!"
Sonia turned for a kiss and then moved out of the way to
give me access to Cilla's mouth as well.
Both kisses held a passion and a promise from me to them
which was also returned. We loved each other, we wanted
each other and, for now and as long as possible, we had
each other.
I lifted the upper part of my body on outstretched arms
and looked down on the elder of the two young women I was
privileged to love. Her face and body I found beautiful,
her breasts aroused me and the squeezing pressure she
asserted on my penis buried in her vagina stimulated me
into motion.
Sonia sat cross-legged next to us under the tented
blankets and quilt. One hand on my back, the other was
between her own legs as she watched her lovers pleasuring
each other.
Cilla noticed and smiled at the younger teen; she put her
hand on top of Sonia's wrist and felt the movements of
Sonia's fingers rubbing her pussy in time with the
rocking of my hips as I quietly thrust repeatedly into
Cilla's body.
The gentle touch as she held Sonia's wrist changed to a
tighter grip. The idea of her lover watching and
masturbating as she herself was being fucked was an added
turn on.
I felt her increased tension and tried to drive myself
deeper into her, my need rising with her climax. As my
need rose I also strove to hold off, wanting to know she
had come before I experience my own release.
I was successful and even managed to calm myself down as
the tide of her emotions peaked and slowly ebbed away.
I lay down over her, supporting most of my weight and
kissing her tenderly as I eased my prick out without
losing the sheath.
I lay beside Cilla as she recovered and watched Sonia for
a little while until she noticed the lump under the
sheet.
"Is that still loaded?" she asked.
"I suppose you could put it that way."
"Then why am I frigging myself when you could be fucking
me?"
"I really can't say. You just seemed to be enjoying
yourself so much..."
Sonia turned to Cilla. "Excuse me."
She climbed over her and sat herself down over my legs.
The blankets fell down her back as she straightened
leaving Cilla half-uncovered beside us.
While Sonia checked the condom and lowered herself onto
my cock Cilla lay her head on my chest and pulled the
blanket up over her back. She was looking directly at
Sonia's pubic hair and, as Sonia lifted her body up,
Cilla could see my prick pointing vertically in the brief
periods before Sonia swallowed it up in her wet pussy.
I put my arm around Cilla as I looked up into Sonia's
face. She was blissful, my cock massaging the insides of
her cunt and her clit bumping my pubic bone as she
bottomed out and ground herself against me.
Cilla reached a hand up from under herself and extended
it palm up across my belly so her fingertips made contact
with Sonia as she descended. Sonia put her hand out to
brush Cilla's cheek and Cilla turned and began to suck on
the pussy-flavoured fingers.
With her other hand Sonia began to play with her own
breasts and the pace picked up. It was thrilling to
watch and combined with the bumping of Cilla's fingers
between Sonia's clit and my pubes the sight was enough to
spur on my delayed release.
Cilla had made me yearn for ejaculation; Sonia had made
it impossible for me not to come.
I felt the pressure build and was unable to stop it as
she rocked backwards and forwards against Cilla's
tickling digits.
The rubber caught and trapped the life-giving liquid,
destined instead for disposal, and deprived Sonia of any
sensation of its release inside her body.
Cilla was aware of my arm tightening around her and my
abdomen tensing; I tried to lift my hips in the effort to
bury myself inside the young woman sitting astride me.
Spent, I still stayed hard long enough for Sonia to get
off though I think it had more to do with two of Cilla's
fingers spread either side of Sonia's hooded clit.
Regardless of who was entitled to the credit, Sonia came
with a loud gasp and, sated, she leaned forward on me to
rest her head near Cilla's.
I was going to reach down to hold the condom in place but
Cilla simply slipped her hand a bit further between
Sonia's thighs and pinched the base of my cock as Sonia
slipped off.
I shrank inside my "overcoat" while the girls nuzzled
each other (without a serious attempt to start any
further fires going) until I finally had to suggest they
move so I could tidy up.
They hadn't wanted leaky pussies and were quite compliant
in the circumstances.
I quickly stepped through to the ensuite where I dropped
it in the bin and washed myself, powdering lightly to
stop my belly and legs feeling damp. Squeaky clean again
I returned to the bed to find the girls cuddling each
other, tits squashed flat against each others.
They were in the centre of the wide bed which gave me a
choice of sides. I decided it was better to return to my
starting position even though the girls had swapped over.
This put Sonia in the middle and I spooned in behind her.
I slid my left arm around behind the pillows where I
could move it if necessary without disturbing them and my
right hand initially was on Cilla's side though I later
slipped it between their bellies. I could nuzzle Sonia's
ear or neck from where I was laying though my knees were
halfway down her calves.
My prick, limp as it was, found a nice warm bum to rest
against and I looked over at Cilla as she gave Sonia a
sweet kiss.
I probably should have turned off the light when I came
back from the bathroom. Leastways, two bossy women told
me that it was my job and no suggestions on my part that
Cilla only had to turn around were going to be
considered.
"We've just got comfortable here", said Sonia. "You only
have to lean across."
I gave up, slipped my arm back out, let go of them with
the other and knelt up in the bed to reach right across
them. I was stretched out, precariously balanced on my
hand so I didn't crush them when Cilla reached up to grab
my cock just as the light was extinguished.
Suspended there I was helpless as Sonia turned her head
and seized my sack between her teeth. She bit the skin
gently without touching the sensitive contents but
tightened her bite as I tried to sit back on my side of
the mattress.
Cilla too resisted my escape, taking the end of my cock
in her mouth and sucking it quickly in and out between
her lips while maintaining a firm grip around the base.
I must admit that after my first surprised attempt to get
into a more comfortable position I decided that I was as
comfortable as I could wish to be.
The surprise attack was compounded by my surprise that
their oral caresses were actually having an effect and
Cilla found the flaccid noodle hardening in her hand and
with more cock in her mouth with each passing second.
They did eventually let me go, Cilla first so Sonia's
teeth stretched my skin until I straightened enough to
tug the sack from her bulldog-like jaws.
I sat back on my heels and viewed the shapes in the
darkened room.
If I hadn't just come for the second time I would have
been eager for more but now, while not refusing to
perform if my ladies sought further pleasure, I was happy
to be on the receiving end of an occasional loving grope
while being allowed to let my fingers roam a little.
I lay back down and found my prick was now poking at
Sonia rather than simply lying against her. It seemed to
fit snugly between her cheeks and she responded to its
presence by pushing back against me.
The tip wasn't directed towards her pussy but instead was
further up her lower back and as she wiggled her hips it
brushed by and then pushed against her rosebud asshole.
I knew of anal sex but hadn't considered it. With four
convenient and normally readily available locations to
"park" my prick I hadn't bothered to explore any further
and hadn't received any requests for a visit.
I didn't know what the girls really thought about the
subject though I did know Sonia liked to rub her ass with
a vibrator.
I supposed my prick resting there wasn't much different
and if she found it pleasant to tease that little ring
against me I certainly had no objections.
Sonia did ease up the backwards pressure after a while
though she had been kissing Cilla a little more
vigorously while stretching the entrance against the tip
of my prick. Cilla turned over and I put my hand over
Sonia's as she wrapped it around Cilla's stomach.
Sonia was snug between us. This turned out to be one of
the best position when the weather turned colder. No
need for hot water bottles, electric blankets or reverse
cycle heaters; just duck under the quilt with two warm
lovers around you and laugh at the winter.
Tonight it was warmer and I had to roll over myself.
Having been given Nature's best soporific (a good come) I
was feeling drowsy but I was awake enough to feel Sonia
put her head on my chest and, a little later, Cilla
turned back and reached over Sonia to grab my prick only
to find it safely in Sonia's possession.
I felt her knuckles brush across my belly as she made do
with a sweet little tit instead before I, and they,
drifted off to sleep.
-----
It was light out and I had to piss. The clock said it
was early and I would rather have stayed in bed.
I stood and drew the covers over my sleeping partners and
looked down at Cilla with her head on Sonia's chest.
Though tempted to misbehave I had more urgent matters to
consider and I didn't really want to disturb their rest
and crossed to the ensuite.
I relieved myself and figured I could freshen up and get
them breakfast in bed. (I've since learned, like
countless mothers on Mother's Day, that this idea is
nowhere as attractive as it is made out to be - still it
is supposed to be the thought that counts isn't it?)
I turned on the shower and got under once it had warmed
up. My fingers were spreading the lather through my hair
when the water pressure dropped briefly and I felt the
glass panel open behind me.
Two arms encircled me; from the nature of the two orbs
pressed against my wet back and the height of the cheek
resting between my shoulder blades I realised Cilla had
left Sonia to join me when she heard the shower start.
A little one on one contact was a welcome start to the
day and I grew hard with the movement of her hands over
my nipples.
I reached down behind me and found an access to her
pussy, sliding my finger below the lush growth of red
curls. Cilla was damp and the shower had nothing to do
with it.
I coated my finger with her juices, worked it back and
forth between her lips and felt her clitoris grow in
response.
Cilla was blessed with a prominent clit; I suppose it was
a blessing since we hadn't found any reason to consider
it a curse.
Where I could guess my fingers were rubbing in the right
place based on Sonia's reactions, and a general
understanding of anatomy, Cilla presented a tactile
confirmation that made us all certain.
I was delighted not to be the only one sporting an
erection when feeling horny even if hers was only the
size of the last joint of my little finger.
Though I enjoyed sucking on it the opportunity to play
with it while standing under the warm spray was a change
I appreciated. I appreciated it more when Cilla's hands
moved down to hold me at hip level.
She cupped my balls with one hand while stoking me with
the other. "Mmm. don't ever let me shower alone again."
"You're hitting the spot too", she replied. "You think
you can make love standing up?"
I had no idea but I was certainly willing to try.
I turned to her, the spray briefly splashing her in the
chest and face and contemplated both her beauty and the
problem.
The difference in our heights wasn't much and I should be
able to bend my knees slightly; angle shouldn't be a
problem since my prick was sticking out and up. I WAS a
little concerned about slipping but the floor seemed safe
enough and if I leaned against the tiles... Hmm!
I took Cilla in my arms and hugged her to me. We looked
at each other with a smile and kissed. I could see many
mornings like this stretching out ahead of me, and liked
the idea.
I lifted one of Cilla's legs to my hip, exposing her
pussy, and I manoeuvred myself into position. With a
helping hand round peg found round hole and I was able to
ease myself in.
"Mmm. You feel good." Cilla took the words out of my
mouth. I lowered her leg a little and, finding we were
still securely united, let her put it back on the floor.
Cilla's waist had dropped relative to mine which meant my
penis was now closer to horizontal while her vagina was
still approximately vertical. This caused a number of
interesting sensations in both of us though it did limit
the scope of our movements.
Cilla found the head of my penis rubbing firmly against
the back of her vagina, the contact far more obvious than
when our organs glided past while we were laying
together. In addition her clit was now firmly in contact
with the shaft rather than only being bumped by my pubic
bone as I pressed into her.
I however felt my penis was going to be broken in half
and bent my knees a little to ease the strain slightly.
Though this was not pleasant, the minor pain was masked
by the squeezing grip Cilla exerted on the head.
It was a position which favoured the distaff partner but
it certainly didn't ruin my enjoyment.
We found a gentle rocking motion that allowed us to feel
really, really good and stood kissing each other with our
left hands behind each other's back and our right hands
free to play with each other's chest. I was glad my
nipples were sensitive!
I was young enough that I don't need a lot of stimulation
before coming, indeed it is often very hard not too.
Cilla also seems to have a short wick or maybe it's just
the places I light it.
We ground ourselves together with increasing force, the
pressure and pleasure building. We tried to fuck in and
out but I slipped out of her and instead lay horizontal
along the furrow of her vulva.
With my prick covered in her juices and more flowing
forth it could not be termed a dry fuck though Cilla
squeezed her legs together, trapping me against her pussy
and more importantly against her sensitive clit.
That was all she needed and it was her additional thrusts
along the shaft that caused my cum to shoot out through
her legs to splatter on the tiled wall behind her.
She hugged me to her and bit my chest as the force of her
orgasm seized her. I shot again and again, my expended
jism sliding down her legs to be washed down the drain.
We stood together holding each other while we recovered,
panting a little and simply enjoying a shared love and
the afterglow of its physical expression.
"I need to wash my hair love." I stood aside and Cilla
bent forward under the shower while I grabbed the
shampoo; I applied it to her now sopping hair, kneading
her scalp and spreading the lather through the long red
tresses that had first attracted me to her.
She rinsed and I applied conditioner; its thick, creamy,
almost slimy, feel and its pale colour resembling the
fluid so recently washed from her legs.
She rinsed again and we cuddled once more before turning
the water off. As we stood there dripping I kissed her
and said, "You may never really know just how much I love
you but I plan to spend the rest of my life trying to
show you."
I think we had dripped dry before she let me go.
-----
Putting the tray down quietly we crept under the covers
from both sides and simultaneously began rubbing our
protruding tongues over Sonia's nipples as she lay on her
back, silently sleeping. The flat surfaces began to rise
and Sonia stirred slightly as the sensations began to
register.
You may have noticed how you can generate a whole dream
sequence that leads to a real incident; the nightmare
where you seem to spend hours reaching the point in the
story where the car crashing outside your window fits
perfectly.
Sonia told us later she found herself in a very amorous
and very, very public adventure with us in the exam hall
as she was supposed to be answering the questions to
allow her to graduate.
She was under pressure to deal with the paper on the desk
in front of her but for some reason Cilla and I persisted
in trying to take her blouse off.
After unbuttoning it as she struggled to read the
question we drew the front apart. For some reason she
was braless and her breasts were now exposed to
everyone's view.
Sonia was now torn between a need to cover her chest to
stop the supervisor staring at her and a need to hold the
paper with one hand while she wrote her answers with the
other.
Sonia couldn't understand why we were there or why he let
us carry on when she had to do her exam. It got worse
when we knelt beside her and began sucking on her tits.
She looked around but the other students were too busy
with their own papers to notice. That is until Renate
saw us.
"Hi Glyn, Cilla. Hey Rick, your brother's here."
Now she spotted my brother looking at her and he called
over to the other side of the room.
"Jean! Cilla's here."
As each of our friends and relatives called out the
students around them began to stare and point.
Sonia was feeling good things happening to her but we
were disrupting the exam. Every one was staring and
shouting now and the teachers could be seen coming toward
us from all sides of the room.
It was then that she opened her eyes and glanced around
with a sense of profound relief. She could put up with
this type of alarm clock but she wondered if we could
skip the dream next time.
-----
Cilla and I were devouring some toast and coffee while
Sonia had to make a trip to the bathroom. She saw the
shower had been used and decided to quickly get through
herself. When she came out she was interested in
something other than her stomach.
I was sitting naked on the side of the bed a hand
casually laying on Cilla's breast as she lay behind me.
Our musings on what we could do for the rest of the day
were interrupted by Sonia's return.
She grabbed a piece of toast and sat down on my lap with
her tits in my face then kissed my forehead and said, "I
know what I want to do first!" before biting the toast
and grinding her bare pussy onto my crotch.
I won't make puerile jokes about discussing the first
thing that popped up - Damn I just did!
Her pelvic movements DID have that effect on me. Not
being one to complain I tried to ease myself into her but
had acted a bit too soon.
Sonia (okay it applies to both my lovely, delicious
women) may have been a sexpot but that doesn't mean you
don't have to prime the pump. (Those in the audience who
are too young to understand this should ask their great-
grandparents.)
I had released my hold on Cilla and now put one arm
behind Sonia to hold her as she leaned a little back to
give me room to kiss her nipple. I took the other breast
in my free hand and gently squeezed the firm flesh behind
and around the aureole as I sucked and licked its mate.
Cilla had turned around in the bed and was sucking on
Sonia's big toe where she had her feet crossed behind my
back. This tickled and Sonia was squirming around trying
to free her foot with the unfortunate consequences that
my prick was similarly sliding around and through the
valley at the top of her thighs.
I was lucky somewhere along the line and found that
between the two of us we had somehow gotten Sonia damp
enough that when my cock head lodged in the entrance to
her cunt it was lubricated enough that a single push had
her sliding over me until I could feel the warmth of her
body surrounding the base of my now buried prick.
Since Cilla hadn't stopped her teasing Sonia was still
squirming with a highly enjoyable effect on me.
With a careful push away and a rapid retrieval of her
foot (incidentally kicking her heel into me just above my
kidneys) Sonia finally broke free of Cilla's grasp.
"Can I have some more toast please?"
"How romantic", I complained.
"Well I'm hungry. Thanks." She took the piece from
Cilla and munched on it while our joined parts were put
on hold.
It felt rather nice at first to sit there without moving.
Sonia's body gave little twitches and squeezes as she sat
there and I seemed to feel every one in a pleasurable
way. It built up and my body wanted motion; the strain
of sitting still became an annoyance that perversely was
stimulating in its own right.
"I might be hungry too", I protested and Sonia fed me the
remains of the crust before getting another piece from
Cilla.
"I know", said my diminutive raven haired beauty. "Lie
back."
I had to wait while she changed from a sitting position
to kneeling. This involved her pussy going up and down a
couple of times as she put each leg under her. Perhaps I
could get her to reconsider and put her legs back again.
In position and still holding her breakfast she leaned
onto me and pushed me down onto the bed.
"Come on Cilla, give him something to eat."
Cilla didn't waste any time suspending her pussy over my
face. She and Sonia shared a long finger of toast,
munching from each end to meet in a buttery kiss.
Then Sonia put her arms around Cilla and started to
wriggle again as they hugged. Breast rubbing against
breast, they kissed with crumbs in their mouths. I too
was kissing Cilla and I tried to ply my tongue in an
effective manner while being distracted by the feelings
of my prick in Sonia's tight cunt.
Cilla's hips began swaying, forming rough circles over my
face but, though she did like what my tongue was doing,
it was through trying to keep her mouth aligned with
Sonia's as Sonia began to get a little friskier.
Getting your nose blocked, and occasionally mashed, by a
pudendum kind of detracts from the nice feelings caused
when a rapidly moving vagina massages your penis!
Overcoming any concern for my bruised proboscis I
focussed on the young lady coming over my hips and the
pending eruption as she ground herself against me.
Cilla was barely providing me with enough air and I was
gasping with the intensity of my orgasm. Sonia too kept
riding me hard until she too had to gasp for air.
Her motions slowed and eventually ceased. Then she
kissed Cilla again as if to thank HER! I wasn't aware as
I was busy trying to find the right spot to make Cilla
come. It wasn't easy; she had already come not long
before and needed more stimulation than my tired tongue
could provide. She noticed my fading efforts and climbed
off of my face.
"Sorry", I apologised.
"It's all right. It was nice."
Sonia had stood by the bed to ease her legs where the
circulation had been cut off; she considered for a second
and told Cilla to lie beside me.
Cilla sat on the edge and did as she was told. I took
her hand in mine as Sonia, my cum oozing down her legs,
knelt again, this time between Cilla's pale thighs.
Sonia took over where I had left off, missing out on what
we considered a real treat - the sweet musky fluids
emitted by a loving woman - since I had already devoured
most of Cilla's juices. That made little difference to
the satisfaction she got from giving pleasure to a loved
one.
As a secondary participant, kissing and cuddling the end
not being devoured, I too felt that satisfaction though I
ended up with a bitten lip from a later apologetic Cilla.
As I told her when she apologised, kissing it better, I
was just thankful I wasn't getting a blowjob at the time.
Cilla's jaw had clamped down as a strong spasm hit her.
Normally she would be more inclined to grunt (I don't
think you could call it a moan - it was more guttural and
primitive); this time her body reacted unexpectedly to
the pleasure washing over her.
Sonia had good reason to be proud of herself as she
joined us for a cuddle before disappearing to wash
herself.
-----
Sonia was a bit teary when we dropped her home but at
least we could both kiss her openly in front of her
mother now, although Diane blushed when she saw me
watching her as Cilla kissed her daughter goodbye. Sonia
had made it a passionate farewell and Diane had been
absorbed by the sight.
I have to admit I found her quite a sight too. Damn!
Are you supposed to find your mother-not-quite-in-law
attractive? Perhaps I was just over-sexed and
unsatisfied?
No. The first might be appropriate but I was definitely
satisfied with my lot.
As the door closed behind us and the sound of the car
driving off faded in the distance Diane held a bereft
Sonia as she sobbed. It was hard to be in love
sometimes.
-----
Cilla and I were both comfortable together and yet, in
contradiction, on edge. The dynamics were subtly
different when Sonia was present; though we missed her
and wanted her with us it was also somehow a more
intimate setting. And so, unreasonably, we felt guilty.
We all realised that we would need to have some one on
one time occasionally, not rejecting the third person but
reinforcing our individual love as well, but there is
often a difference between the theory and the practice.
We had eaten before Sonia left but had put the dishes to
one side to be able to spend the precious moments with
her. We didn't realise at the time that simple shared
domestic tasks were also precious moments and ones that
bonded her with us while she had to be absent.
It was a delight to act like newlyweds, getting a cuddle
while reaching for another dish to dry or simply while
standing washing; for the person vacuuming to get a kiss
as another person returned from putting out the trash;
from just being together and knowing in your heart it
just had to be forever because you couldn't imagine it
any other way.
That night was special, like innumerable others in their
own way. We didn't do anything we hadn't done before
with one exception - we slept together as man and wife
alone for the first time.
We had been quite proper in the shower we shared, a touch
up here and there but knowing there would be other times
for exploration and adventure; we sensed tonight was for
love.
There hadn't been a mad dash for the bedroom either.
when the kitchen was again tidy we sat together on the
lounge watching Sunday evening TV. Cilla snuggled under
my arm with her feet up and her head on my lap.
I had my hand under her top most of the time but spent
more of it simply rubbing my fingertips over her stomach
than over the mounds on her chest. She in turn kissed my
leg from time to time and turned for a proper kiss during
the adverts.
We didn't have to rush. We were alone together, for the
whole night, expecting to be uninterrupted, and
unaccountable to no-one.
When Sonia joined us the following Friday she noticed the
subtle difference and thought at first we had grown
aloof. Her welcome was however adequately demonstrated
when we bedded her later and she too came to appreciate
the waiting.
Admittedly the wait was never TOO long and we were always
willing to throw in a bit of spontaneous shagging on the
shag pile. We no longer had to take advantage of
opportunities that could be too far apart.
When Cilla and I did retire for our second night in the
new unit the bed seemed terribly large without Sonia's
presence and we cuddled together for comfort like little
kids. Fortunately little kids wouldn't have gotten up to
the same antics as us.
Cilla had been holding my penis, gently stroking her hand
up and down the firmness of my prick while I kissed her
and cupped a breast. She pushed back the covers and slid
an arm under my leg, signalling she wanted me to bend my
knee slightly.
Her breath was hot against the knob and the slight touch
of just the tip of her tongue was tantalising.
I lay there silently begging for her to engulf me but
masochistically enjoyed the punishing agony of having to
wait.
When the wait ended it was definitely worth it. My
heightened senses allowed me to feel every touch of lip,
tooth and tongue as I was swallowed by her gaping maw.
I felt a bit selfish lying there enjoying Cilla's mouth
on my prick without returning the favour. Normally we
formed a chain with the link in the middle both giving
and receiving or occasionally there would be two giving
and one receiving (that lucky person luxuriating in the
bombardment of their senses).
It seemed Cilla was there for ages. She kept me just on
the boil though there was one moment when I was clenching
my teeth to keep from coming. I knew Cilla would have
taken it in her stride but she obviously was trying to
keep me from coming as long as possible and I didn't want
to miss a single second.
She eventually did come up for air and lay over me as we
kissed. "That was the best ever, Love. Thank you."
"Roll over and love me", was her only reply.
Rolling over was easy - we could have turned cartwheels
without falling out. Cilla lay on her back with my body
resting on top; she was aroused and didn't want anything
but to feel me inside her - softly, sweetly, slow and
prolonged; really making love rather than quenching
passions.
I slid inside her then leaned down to kiss her while
otherwise remaining still.
My presence filled her and her warmth enveloped me. I
began to move slowly and Cilla responded. I found it
extremely hard but I resisted the impulse to increase my
pace and each stroke was an exquisite agony. I HAD to
drive deeper, my body's instinctive effort to plant my
seed with the greatest certainty of result.
The cause was immaterial, the sensations intense. I held
myself steady, as deep as I could get and leaving Cilla
feeling as full as my physical attributes could make her.
This was what she wanted and she let me know in a number
of ways.
I was hugged and kissed; she tightly held my head as she
pressed my mouth against hers; she caressed and tormented
my nipples - and then let me watch from above as she
repeated the actions with her own; and finally she threw
her legs around me to tilt her inner cavity and to keep
us close together as she pleaded, "Faster now".
I increased my speed but tried to keep to a smooth glide,
rather than pounding back into her pussy. As our spirits
soared and I was overcome by the surging pulses I could
no longer resist and drove in hard and deep, and then
again, and waited, buried deep, for the spasms to end.
Cilla gripped my arms hard enough for eight little
bruises to be seen the following morning and each painful
brush against the tender spots over the next few days
brought back the likewise tender memory of their origin.
-----
Sonia was fantastic. No, not in bed (or out of it for
that matter) - that we already knew.
She passed, and passed well, though it was some weeks
before we found out she had actually led her class in two
of her final five subjects and did well enough in the
others to secure her choice of university placements.
Her spirits once each exam was over lifted with her
confidence that she had done as well as she could have
and with the knowledge that she was another day closer to
leaving the nest and joining us.
When that day finally arrived I had to work back.
Fortunately Cilla now had her licence and was able to
pick Sonia up without me.
She had turned up at Sonia's as soon as she could after
work and they had loaded yet another pile of boxes into
our car.
For a while Sonia had been sorting her things into four
piles: those things that would go to the dump or for
recycling, those that she would need over the last month
at her mother's (currently filling the car or waiting on
her bed for the next trip), those which she wouldn't need
this season (which had already found their way to her
share of the wardrobe space) and, finally, those things
that were of sentimental value to her mother which would
adorn her room once she had gone.
Diane greeted Cilla warmly when she in turn got home
though she tried to hold back the tears when she realised
her baby was really going this time.
The three of them sat down for the meal Cilla had helped
Sonia prepare and then it was time to go.
"I'd better call in at home", said Cilla. "You can wait
here for me if you like."
Sonia had already given her mother an emotional hug and
didn't think either of them could go through it again
without bawling.
"No, I'll come with you. Bye for now Mum." They hugged
again and Diane kissed Cilla as well with an instruction
that she "look after her". She closed the door behind
her departing daughter and watched her cross the street
to Cilla's parents' house as she drew the curtains across
the lounge window.
Cilla knocked on the back door as she opened it. "Hello
Mum".
"Hello Cilla. Oh, Hello Sonia."
"I've just come to pick Sonia up so we decided to call in
for a while."
"Where are you off to then?"
"Nowhere. Just back to the unit."
"Where's Glyn tonight?" Cilla's mother thought and then
remembered. "Oh Thursday - still working. At least he's
got a good job".
"And how are you Sonia? Your exams finished yet? Jean
has got one more to go."
As if at the mention of her name, Cilla's sister Jean
joined them in the kitchen. "Hello there."
"Hi"
"Hi Sis"
Sonia answered Ruby's questions. "Fine thanks. I had my
last one today. It's all over now."
"And do you know what you plan to do next year yet?"
"I think I've done well enough to get into an Accounting
Degree course. That will keep me busy for the next three
years but I'll still have some hours at the store so I
won't be short of cash."
"We'd make sure you had plenty anyway" Cilla reassured
her.
Ruby was perplexed. "Why would it be your concern?" she
wondered.
"So you're sharing the unit too. I thought it would be
too big for just the two of you. I couldn't understand
why you didn't wait and find something smaller."
"We were looking for something for the three of us all
along. Sonia just had to finish High School first."
"That will be nice for you all then. At least you won't
be far from your mother if you have to come home."
"I will be home" was the small girl's reply to Ruby.
"I don't understand why Sonia's finances should be your
concern though" she finally asked.
"Well you and Dad look after each, don't you?" Cilla had
been trying to lead the conversation in this direction on
a couple of previous occasions and this was the first
time she had been successful. She reached out and took
Sonia's hand in hers as her mother was framing her reply.
"Yes but we're ..." She looked from one young woman to
the other.
"And so are we Mum."
Ruby didn't know what to say at first. "But what about
Glyn?"
"Him too." It seemed easy to say it now.
"Are you serious?"
"Yes Mum. We all love each other."
Ruby sank into a chair and turned to Jean. "Get your
father." Her voice was barely a whisper.
"Are you alright Mum?"
"Don't you 'Mum' me! Of course I'm not alright. How do
you think I'd be. First you tell me you're going to be
living with a boy - then this. It's too much!"
Cilla was rather taken back by the reception though it
wasn't all that different from some scenarios she had
imagined.
Ron came into the room at the end of the tirade, Jean in
his tracks. "What on Earth's the matter?"
"You tell him!" said Ruby. "Just stand there and tell
him what you've told me."
Ron looked expectantly at Cilla barely noticing the other
girl beside her.
Sonia took her hand again; Cilla needed to know someone
in the room was standing by her.
"I just said that Sonia was moving in with us...", Cilla
started.
"Tell him why", her mother commanded.
"Because we love her and she loves us."
Ron was stunned. He let it sink in for a few seconds.
"That's not funny."
"I wasn't joking. We, all three of us, ... are ... in
... love." She slipped an arm around Sonia which may
have been the wrong thing to do right at that moment.
"I think you'd better go." He felt sick.
"Dad ...", started Jean.
He turned on her crossly. "Stay out of this." He looked
back at his eldest daughter. "Get out now. Both of
you."
With tears in her eyes Cilla turned and opened the door,
pushing Sonia through it before closing it behind her.
"For the last time?" she wondered as she fled to the car
with Sonia in her wake.
Cilla was definitely upset, but it was mainly an anger at
her parents attitude rather than hurt at their rejection.
"In this day and age", she muttered as she opened the
door, "I thought they would at least discuss things a bit
longer before deciding they couldn't handle the
situation."
Neither young woman wanted to inflict their current
troubles on Diane though Sonia felt Cilla's driving might
have benefited from the time to cool down. But, though
neither said it, they were also worried that had they
gone in Cilla's parents may have followed.
Sometimes a hasty withdrawal is a sign of common sense
rather than of cowardice.
When they got home Cilla finally lost it and sobbed as
though her heart was broken. Sonia, seated next to her
in the car didn't feel much better but it was worse when
your own parents rejected you than when someone else's
did.
Sonia tried her best to console her lover but found in
the end it was easier to just get her moving out of the
car and inside.
She made Cilla sit at the dining table and put on the
kettle, standing behind her while it boiled. With her
arms around her body and her cheek resting on the top of
Cilla's head she finally felt Cilla's heaving chest
subside. Kissing Cilla's crown she left her briefly to
make their coffee.
"This was supposed to be a happy day for us and now I've
spoiled it."
"You haven't spoiled anything love. You know we didn't
expect them to be happy about me and you. It's just
their reactions were a bit strong. Who knows, in a week
they may have gotten over it and all will be well. Now
drink up and I'll run you a relaxing bubble bath."
Sonia helped Cilla undress, not that she needed
assistance, and with all the hugging and kissing going on
it took far longer than necessary.
Cilla let herself be mothered by the younger woman and
Sonia knelt by the side of the foam-filled bath as Cilla
reclined. She watched the curly red triangle disappear
as Cilla eased herself into the hot water. It differed
substantially from her own patch and the thought of what
lay hidden beyond made her mouth water with the desire to
taste it's sweetness.
Cilla's breasts made large circles in the white bubbles
as she lay right back, knees up to allow her to immerse
her head with just her flushed face rising above the
water. With her distressed eyes closed she tried to
forget her worries, and her hearing muffled by the
surrounding water, she was surprised by the tender touch
of Sonia's lips against her own.
She kept her eyes closed and parted her lips, letting the
tip of her tongue poke against the other girl's soft
lips. Sonia's copied the action and they let the
sensitive organs brush sensuously against each other.
Cilla opened her eyes and looked directly into those of
the woman she loved. "Bugger my parents", she thought,
"This is what's important and WE know it's right."
She raised a wet arm and brought Sonia's head back for a
more passionate kiss. "I love you", she said.
The water from her arm soaked into Sonia's top; Cilla
noticed it and said "You're getting wet. You'd better
take your clothes off."
Sonia didn't mind the dampness in the least. If Cilla
was thinking amorously she must have put the earlier
incident behind her. That was good.
Her clothes ended up in a jumble on the lid of the
toilet; she would sort through wet and dry later.
For now she was happy, if a little cold, just to sit
naked on the bathmat next to her lover.
"You're shivering. Why not climb in here with me?"
"There's not enough room."
The main bathroom had a shower that could hold four or
five people (friendly ones considering the close
quarters) but the bath must have been the smallest
available that missed out on being a wash basin.
Cilla could sit in it or she could bend her knees and
slide her bum down to her ankles so she could submerge
her head. Sonia couldn't see two people fitting in
there.
Cliche time though : where there's a will there's a way.
Cilla was more than willing. She sat up and put a leg
along each side of the bath. Yes, with knees under her
chin Sonia probably could fit. She stepped into the
space provided and sat, bouncing her ass in and out of
the water as she got used to a temperature that no longer
worried the pink-skinned Cilla.
When she had settled, Cilla dropped her feet back down
into Sonia's lap. Sonia hadn't had to keep her knees
under her chin after all. She leaned back against
Cilla's soft buffers and Cilla's arms surrounded her,
drawing her closer.
There wasn't room to fool around although Cilla was able
to play with Sonia's breasts and to nibble and blow into
her ear. It certainly was enough to make them forget
their woes.
-----
It was dark when I got home, far later than I had
expected although I had phoned to let the girls know I
was held up. It wasn't quite how I had wanted to help
welcome Sonia to her new home. I was also worried that
by the time I got there they would be shagged out.
I needn't have worried; they had apparently decided to
wait for me and were seated in front of the television
with Sonia's head in Cilla's lap in imitation of the
position Cilla normally took with me.
I kissed them both and was told to freshen up then join
them. I stripped off in the bathroom and had a hasty
shower.
I returned to the lounge but it was in darkness and the
TV was off. I checked carefully - no lovers - and went
back to the bedroom - no-one there either.
I was about to call out to them when the curtain blew in
and I realised the doors to the balcony were open. I
slid through the gap in the curtain to join the two naked
women seated on the garden lounge we had installed at one
end.
"Just stand over there for now." I did as I was told and
watched as they both sat there with their hands active at
their own pussies.
They had worked out their plan for the evening. Events
were going to start with a show and it HAD been a while
since I had witnessed them playing with themselves rather
than each other.
I wondered if I was supposed to copy them.
A description of the balcony is probably in order. There
were a number of two storey buildings along the street
but we were located at one end and so, while we had a
pleasant view from the balcony off our upstairs bedroom,
none of the other buildings were visible from it.
Each of the four apartments in the building had their own
balcony facing in a different direction. One did have a
window looking out in the same direction as ours but
unless the owners poked their heads out of it they
couldn't see anyone present there.
As for our other single-storeyed neighbour, his view was
blocked by a row of Poplar trees unless he stood right by
the fence; late at night this was unlikely and it was a
rather uncomfortable proposition considering the razor-
edged Pampas Grass on his side.
The street lighting left the corner where Cilla and Sonia
were seated in darkness, the brickwork reflecting just
enough for me to see them twiddling their twats.
I must have been showing my eagerness to become involved
for I was commanded to kneel before them and taste the
nectar on their fingers. Such hard task masters! (or is
it mistresses?)
Cilla took my head once their fingers were clean and
pulled it gently but insistently between her legs. She
didn't have to insist very hard but before my eyes were
buried by her pale thighs I noted that I had wasted my
time cleaning Sonia's fingers.
Cilla didn't want me to make her come just yet; I was
supposed to raise her level of excitement for the next
phase and I must have done so adequately as she soon
passed me on to Sonia.
Both my women were in fine flavour tonight - one sweet
and one musky as usual. They made a fine supper.
I was occupied eating Sonia for a much longer period than
Cilla had required and she didn't take long before she
slid down on the lounge as she tried to grind her pussy
against my face and the invading tongue. This gave me a
clearer target and I poked and probed time after time
trying to give her an orgasmic release.
But once again Cilla interrupted and instructed me to
cease and desist so with a parting slurp that made Sonia
shudder, I obeyed.
We all stood on Cilla's instruction and followed her over
to where the brickwork provided a little ledge under the
small window lighting the staircase.
She plonked her ass cheeks on it then quickly
straightened. Grabbing a rug from the lounge she covered
the cold brickwork and sat again.
Comfortable now, it was Sonia's turn to get into position
and she stood before Cilla, facing away. Cilla lifted
her and she was able to sit on Cilla's slight lap while
Cilla supported most of her weight.
"Well get over here and show her you love her, you dope!
I can't hold her all night." Cilla was eager to be the
bread in Sonia's sandwich fuck and became cheeky in her
impatience.
I stood before Sonia and kissed her. "Welcome home
Love."
She returned the kiss with added heat and reached down to
pull me closer using the one handle I wasn't likely to
ignore. She positioned me and then let go, grabbing my
waist instead to pull me into her warm body.
She was wet and she was slippery and I had no trouble
sliding up inside her. She released my waist and clasped
her hands behind my neck instead while leaning back into
Cilla and wrapping her slender legs around me.
Cilla still had her hands under Sonia's thighs and I
could feel her fingers brushing against me each time I
thrust forward. She leaned back against the glass blocks
which comprised the window and felt my thrusts pass
through Sonia's body to echo in hers as well.
The glass was too thick to break but it acted as a
springboard for each compression of her body.
I would thrust into Sonia's delightful snatch and she
would be cushioned by Cilla. As I eased back Cilla would
rebound and Sonia would be forced, briefly, back onto my
retreating prick. It was an unusual double thrust which
reminded me of my earliest music lessons when we had to
clap out the beat - strong, weak, medium, weak.
Sonia in the middle of things certainly enjoyed it and
the flat fingers behind my neck became claw-like as she
began to boil.
Cilla, fucked by proxy, was finding the whole experience
rather exciting too. Apparently it isn't just young men
who can get off by watching as well as by doing.
She didn't share the orgasmic high Sonia achieved nor the
intense release I "suffered" but did notice a pelvis-
warming glow as she finally let Sonia down after my
sticky penis had been ejected from her tight cunt.
Sonia and I cuddled and kissed as Cilla wrapped her arms
around the pair of us. I leaned past Sonia's cheek and
Cilla met my open lips for her own passionate kiss.
It was as we stood there hugging as we slowly recovered
that we heard the footsteps suddenly moving away from us
down the street and wondered just how hidden we had
really been.
It didn't matter; others had witnessed our loving in the
past. Still we decided, with such a lovely bed waiting
for us, perhaps we should continue Sonia's welcome
inside.
I took a lovely lady under each arm and escorted them
into our boudoir where Cilla started warming the bed
while Sonia and I cleaned up.
And then ...
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* CAVEAT : *
* If you do share lovers it's *
* best NOT to share the condom *
* as well. This is fiction! *
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