Saturday, May 11, 7:30 am
I slept OK, I guess, but how deep a sleep can you get with two naked teenagers in your bed, particularly as they were waiting for you to respond to their frequent touches, kisses and caresses. Actually, my prick woke up before I did. It was nestled in a warm soft place and liked it. I opened one eye and looked into the top of Alya’s curly head. Her taut ass was snuggled into me, – a hand between her thighs had a gentle grip on my cock, holding it nestled against her pussy while she rubbed herself along its rapidly growing length and girth. I glanced behind me for Sandy, but then I saw her head on the other side of Alya, busy kissing and sucking on Alya’s perky nipple. She looked up at me, let go of the nipple and gave me a bright smile, with a hint of mischief.
“We got too impatient to wait for you to wake up,” she said, “so I came over on this side.”
“We have just been doing some warm-ups,” said Alya, turning her head to look back at me. The hand on my prick gave me a little squeeze, then wandered up to fondle the curly pussy for a bit. I could feel the fingers slip along the slit, dipping in for some moisture before sliding back caressing both pussy and dick with the same motion. Alya held up her hands, – “Look Pa – No hands,” she giggled.
The hand wormed under my balls for a tickle. “Sandy, you little minx!” I said in a mock stern voice. “Didn’t you get enough of him yesterday and last night?”
“NEVER!” she exclaimed, looking at me defiantly. I gave up, reached around to hold Alya’s breasts, and the two of us just laid there, snuggled together under the cover, enjoying the attention from Sandy’s busy little hand.
“John’s gone! And his bed is cold, – he must have been up for hours.” Karen and Alex had burst into the bedroom.
“About 5 minutes, actually,” laughed Sandy, looking up from the covers, “but if we take our time, it might be hours.” Karen noticed me first and her face took on a strange expression; ‘a soft smile, tinged with envy’, is the closest description I could get.
“I see,” said Alex in an unhappy voice, looking over Karen’s shoulder, “It’s like that, is it?”
Sandy jumped out of bed, stark naked, ran to Alex and put her arms around her. “Don’t be mad, Alex,” she pleaded, – “it’s just… She trailed off, knowing there was no explanation that would satisfy these two.
I got up too. “Look,” I said, but before I could finish the sentence, they all did just that. My dick made a fine sight, bobbing in the morning air. Alex’s expression softened. “Don’t you just love it?” she said with a little laugh. The crisis seemed to be over.
“Let’s get some breakfast,” I said, “and then we’ll talk about what to do about everything.” Alya pouted, feeling cheated once again, but she didn’t have a hope of getting her way.
I got dressed in my bathrobe, brushed my teeth and went into the big room. The girls were dressed and had started making breakfast. Everything seemed back to normal, and I felt a great relief. I didn’t want to hurt any of these precious girls, and I couldn’t see how I could avoid it, if we kept going with the sexual tension of the past 12 hours. Superman might have been able to, but not a mere mortal like me. I had a cup of coffee while the girls got everything ready. It was shaping up to a hearty meal, bacon, eggs, hash browns, beans, toast, OJ, fruit, – good thing I was well stocked up. I did notice that Karen was wearing one of my t-shirts again, instead of her own top. She noticed me looking. “Mine’s dirty,” she explained with a commendable economy of words.
“What have you got on under that bathrobe?” asked Alya suddenly.
I was taken aback and a little flustered. “Eh, – actually, – nothing,” I admitted sheepishly, but I’ll go get dressed now.”
“No No!” came the chorus from the girls, – “we have made a new rule for this place, – no underwear!” I jumped to attention, mentally and physically.
“And may I remind you that you are still obliged to follow our rules?” said Alex sternly, but with a smile in her voice.
I relaxed and laughed. “I’ll regret that promise yet,” I said, “although I admit it hasn’t been a real problem up to now”. I did try for a sneak peek up Alex’s shorts, but I couldn’t tell if she was following the rule herself. On balance I would bet on it though.
Breakfast was great! We chatted away about this that and everything, – carefully avoiding any mention of the night before. I knew they were on the same cheerleading squad, from Austin, Texas, as it turned out. “You’re a long way from home,” I said. “What are you doing all the way up here in Minnesota?”
“We have three weeks until we need to be back at our own college cheerleading camp,” said Sandy, “and we come from different places, so we decided to take this trip together. There’s this cheerleading camp in Canada, that teaches some really cool stuff that we wanted to learn and bring back to our squad. We’ll be there for 10 days, then we have to start driving back, – oh – I forgot about the car.” Her face fell.
“Let’s not talk about that yet,” I said quickly, let’s just eat out breakfast and get to know each other a bit better. They relaxed again, and the conversation flowed once more.
Alya tuned out to have a Jamaican mother. “Ya mon,” she said with a grin, as she told me. “That’s how come I have this great tan all year. Don’t you love it?” She ran her hands down over her breasts, pulling open the neckline of her top and showing off the beautiful soft creamy-brown skin on her neck and upper chest.
“Oh yes, I do,” I responded sincerely. “You are very lovely.”
She laughed again, her bubbly personality evident. “And when I am on TV, I’ll be famous!”
“Is that what you want to do,” I asked, my interest showing.
“Not as an actress, I guess, but I am very interested in the media, and TV is where it’s at, I think.” She had obviously thought about it, and her mind was made up.
“How about you, Karen,” I asked. “Are you going to be famous, too?”
“Yep, – youngest female CEO in the country, that’s me in a few years!” she said. “I have been talking a lot with my dad, and worked in his company since I was 12, so I know what it takes and how hard it will be, – but I know I can do it!”
“What kind of business are you interested in,” I asked interestedly. This was unexpected from a cheerleader.
“I guess it really doesn’t matter,” she replied, “as long as it is something I can enjoy.”
I nodded agreement. “You’ve got that right. There are few things more important than finding a job you really enjoy, money can’t make up for a boring or just bad job. You will need to get along with people as well. You may think you can do what you want when you’re the boss, but the most important thing is to be a leader! Be someone that people want to follow, the person with the ideas and the clearest sense of where to go.”
She nodded thoughtfully. “I’ll keep that in mind,” she said. “I have to make it to the top on my own as well, no one just gives it to you. I wouldn’t want anything just given to me anyway,” she said with such determination that I had to smile.
“Just don’t take yourself too seriously,” I said. “You have to be able to laugh at yourself as well.”
She smiled back. “I’ll get plenty of chances to do that, I guess.”
“What business were you in, John,” asked Alex.
“Well, – I was very lucky,” I said. “I pretty much fell into it. I was president of the computer club in High School and did a lot of work with the school computer setup and network and things. Then this big company was recruiting interns, and had me come work for them while I went to College. I got more and more interested in networking, and I had some ideas. But I didn’t want the big company to just get the benefits, so I quit and formed my own company.”
“Wait a minute,” said Karen. “It’s not that easy. You can’t just take with you the work you did for the company and form your own. It’s their intellectual property, you know. And where did you get finance and legal representation and design and production facilities and all that stuff?”
“Whoa girl,” I said. “My dad helped me find the right contacts, which was a big help, but I sold the thing to the investors all on my own. I used the same legal firm that my dad did, but paid for all of it myself with the investment money. The design was all in my head, and yes, miss know-it-all, it was MY intellectual property. I did none of the work on it on company time, and used none of their ideas for my own work, – they were lagging behind anyway. Most of what I learned there was what not to do, but they paid me well and gave me the opportunity, so I was thankful for that.”
“Wow, that’s quite a story,” said Karen enviously. “I don’t think that’s the way for me, I am not an engineer, I am more interested in marketing and sales.”
“Good way to go,” I replied. “Lots of opportunities in sales and marketing, and a good way to the top. That, legal and finance are the three most common CEO backgrounds, you know. Technical comes a long way behind.”
“So what happened to your company,” asked Karen, clearly fascinated with my story.
“Well, – it took us a couple of years, but we came up with a good product in the broadband networking field. We made and sold a fair few, but we didn’t have a lot of money exactly. Most of our wealth was in equity, which you can’t buy a cup of coffee with, but we did manage to pay back most of the investment and expand a little. We offered our people future stock options and a modest salary, so we got people who were willing to invest of themselves and believed in the business. We went public, and were paper millionaires overnight.
“The whole Internet thing cooled down quite a bit, but the company did OK, even if our share prices dropped with everyone else. Then Cisco came out of the blue and offered us a deal we just couldn’t refuse, even if it hurt to give up our baby to the big guy. So now I am doing what I feel like, but I still keep in touch with the industry, and Cisco has me on a consultancy contract, so I can work as little or as much as I want.”
“Wait a minute,” said Karen. “What was the name of your company?”
I laughed. “Well, – we were young and nerdy and full of ourselves, so we called it Lightning. Kinda dumb, but we were stuck with it when we started to get a reputation.”
“Lightning?” Karen asked incredulously. “You owned Lightning?! They had a great product! My dad said his company ought to buy you guys, but I don’t think they were ready to fight Cisco at that price. He said you had more good stuff coming out, too. I guess Cisco has all that now?”
“Not all of it,” I said. “A few of us guys still tinker with some of the things we didn’t give Cisco. What company does you father work for, anyway? I’m surprised you have even heard of us.”
“Broadlink,” she replied.
I whistled. “No shit? – pardon my French, – does he really? What is his job, maybe I could get him interested in some of what we’re working on.”
Sandy and Alex giggled. “Oh,” said Sandy, “he’s just the Chairman of the Board.”
“You’re Karen Phelps?” I said, equally surprised. “George Phelps is your dad? Well, – you should not have any problem getting into business with that background. Now I understand your comment about earning your way. Good for you. Don’t be too proud to accept his help, though!”
Karen smiled, -“Oh wow, Lightning, – wait till Dad hears about this. He won’t worry about the car then, that’s for sure.” The girls all lit up at that comment, I guessed it had been on their minds.
“That reminds me,” I said. “We’d better take a look at the car and get all your stuff. The weather is good, and we can carry it back here in no time.”
“Can I borrow your shorts again, John,” asked Sandy, “I don’t want to get these pants dirty.
I gave her a dirty grin, – we both remembered what she had done the night before. “Fine by me,” I said. A quick change, and off we trundled, through the woods. The car looked a bit forlorn, sitting under the tree, but an inspection shower remarkably little damage. A few dents, one broken mirror and a broken headlight. “You were lucky,” I said. “A few yards either way and you would have hit either those boulders or the trunk of that tree head on. As it is, your biggest problem is getting the car pulled out. It is well and truly stuck on those rocks. You may have some undercarriage damage too, we won’t know until we get it out. And – as I told you, that won’t be until Monday at the earliest. – But let’s get your stuff, then we can go back to the cabin and figure out what to do.”
Saturday, May 11, 10:00 am
Everything had been brought back, I had had my shower, the girls had changed clothes and all was as well as could be under the circumstances. Interestingly, only Alex had her own skirt on, the others were back in my shorts again. “Oh-Oh,” I thought to myself, – “Another interesting day.” Karen still wore my t-shirt, Alex wore a tight-fitting, low-cut top and Alya wore a loose cut-off t-shirt, ending just below her breasts. Sandy took the prize; she had somehow stitched together the neckline of the t-shirt she had ripped the night before, but not the rips themselves, and her fabulous breasts were back doing their peekaboo trick. My shorts were suddenly inadequate, considering I had no underwear on, and I just knew I would be watched carefully the whole day. A very interesting day indeed!
“Here’s what I think, girls,” I said. “You need to tell them at the camp that you will be late, and you should tell your folks what has happened and where you are, so they don’t find out from the camp. They need to hear it from you and to know you’re OK.’
“I agree,” said Sandy.
“You’re right,” said Karen. “I might as well tell dad and get it over with.”
I nodded. “I can take you to a motel later, or to the bus stop where you can get transportation if you want, or you can have someone come and pick you up, – I’ll give them directions.”
“Better than Sandy’s,” quipped Alya.
“Oh drop it Alya,” said Alex. “I didn’t notice you having any better ideas where we were.”
They looked at each other. “Do we have to leave,” Sandy and Alex said, almost in unison.
“I don’t want to go to a stupid motel,” said Alya.
“Me neither,” said Karen wistfully. “Can’t we just stay here?”
I laughed. “OK with me, but your parents may have other ideas about the whole thing. I think I might, in their situation. It’s one thing to accept emergency shelter overnight; – Having four nubile young ladies stay with a dirty old man voluntarily is something else entirely.”
“So if it’s OK with them, it’s OK with you?” Alya again, straight to the point as usual.
“Well, sure, – you should know that by now. But you also know that I’m not all that safe, soooo…”
They laughed. “Safe enough,” said Sandy, “and you will follow our rules, so we should be OK.”
Karen shrugged and grabbed the telephone. “Well, – lets get it over with. I’ll call first; it’s my car and my accident. ‘Hello, Elizabeth, it’s Karen. Can I talk to my dad? It’s kinda important.’ – OK, I’ll hold.
“Dad, – it’s Karen, – no we’re not at the camp yet, we got as far as Minnesota. Yes, we’re fine, but Dad, – I had a little accident… yes, we’re fine, really – no – no one is hurt, Dad are you listening to me?!! Well, the car looks ok, but we can’t get it towed until Monday at the earliest, and I didn’t want you to call camp and just find out we weren’t there. The others will be calling their parents as well. I don’t know if we can drive it, we won’t find out until someone can get a good look underneath, and we need to get a new headlight, but it looks fine.
“Yes, Dad, – I’m telling you we’re all fine. We stayed with this guy last night, – no Dad, – listen. We are way out in the boonies, and he was very nice and offered to put us up, because there’s nowhere around to go. – Well’ he’s about 30 some, I guess, and he’s semi-retired. You might know him actually. John Hobson, – yeah, the guy from Lightning, – I told him you would remember. And Dad, he said you might want to talk to him about some things that they never sold Cisco. – Dad, Dad, he’s just a nice guy who helped us out in a pinch, OK? – Dad, — Dad!! —Oh hell, Dad, I’ll call you back when you are ready to listen to me.”
She hung up and made a face. “I guess I blew that one,” she said unhappily.
“You did fine,” I said, “but you have to understand that he is worried about you. First the news of the accident, and then the news about staying with a strange man in the middle of the woods, – he’s just worried because he loves you. Call him back, and let him talk.”
She sighed. “I know, – but he can be so impossible sometimes, he could at least have listened.”
“Now I know where you got that from,” said Alya. “Sounds just like you sometimes. Go on, call him back.”
Karen reached for the phone just as it rang. I picked it up. “This is John,” I said.
“Do you have my daughter there?” said a worried voice in my ear. ‘You must be George Phelps,” I said, “and how did you get this number so fast?”
“Well,” he said, some humour returning to his voice, “I don’t have a networking company for nothing. I would like to talk to you, but can I talk to her first, please?”
I handed Karen the phone. “Dad, – I’m sorry I hung…Yes Dad, I love you too, but don’t worry about us OK, We’re fine, and John is a very nice man who has been a perfect gentleman, always doing what we asked him.” She made a face and shook her head at Alya when she let out a small giggle. “Yes, Dad, – yes Dad, you’re right, but it really wasn’t my fault, this animal just appeared out of nowhere. – Well, we were a bit lost actually, we didn’t mean to go so far off the beaten track.”
She put her hand over the phone and smiled. “He’s calming down,” she whispered. “Yes Dad. Well, we could do that, but the car won’t get out until Monday at the earliest, because we need Sam’s big tow truck from all the way over in Lawrence, and Sam can’t come until Monday, because he’s off with his missus this weekend.” She laughed. “Yes, it is funny, but that’s how it is up here in the woods, you know. John has offered to take us to a motel, or to a bus station, but he is prepared to put us up here until we get the car out. He has plenty of room, and he doesn’t mind, really.
“Yes Dad, I understand, but there are four of us here, and we’re not exactly helpless. – Yes Dad. – Yes, but Dad, – it’s got to be a hundred miles to the nearest place, and it’s bound to be a fleapit full of local hooligans, – yes I know I’m exaggerating, but what makes you think it’s safer than right here, with someone you know? – OK, someone you know of, then, but still…” She smiled and handed me the phone. “He wants to talk to you.”
“Yes George, what can I do for you?”
His voice sounded cautious over the line. “So you are prepared to put up with those four for a few days, are you, John?”
“Yes,” I said simply. “They won’t be any trouble, – and I don’t remember when I last had such a good breakfast.
“Look, George,” I said. “I am a man of my word, and I promise I will take good care of them and not let them come to any harm. I have already agreed to let them set the rules, – after all, I am not used to having four beautiful girls in the house, but I’m pretty flexible and I’m sure we won’t get in each others’ way for just the few days until the car is ready”.
“I guess I trust you not to hurt them or let them get into trouble, and they are good girls, no doubt about that,” he said, “but I am just as worried about them hurting you. Even one of them is a handful, and when they are all here they take over the house. I am banished to my office.”
“I’m prepared to risk it, George, if you are,” I said. “It will be fun, actually, to have so much energy around the place.”
“OK, if you say so,” he replied. “Let them stay. I’ll call the other parents, give them your phone number and explain the situation. Maybe with my endorsement you won’t have to go through this grilling again. Be prepared for some calls in quick order, though. They also love their daughters, you know”.
“No problem,” I said. “I’ll let the girls answer the phone for a while. Let them do the talking.” He didn’t seem convinced that it would work, but he couldn’t argue with the approach.
“Now, John, while I have you on the line, what is this my daughter tells me about your new product line? Are you back in business, and what can I do to get a look at what you have going on?”
“Let’s set something up, George, in a week or so. I’ll have the last details wrapped up then, and we can see if there’s a match for your needs. I’ll call you on the 22nd, a week from Monday. OK?”
“I’ll come to you,” he said, “just say the word. Are you talking to anyone else?”
“Not yet,” I said, “but I suspect there are some others that might be interested.”
“If it’s anything as good as the Lightning, I dare say you’re right,” he said, “but give me a chance first, OK?”
“OK, George,” I laughed, and we hung up, each of us very satisfied with the outcome.
“Men!” said Sandy and shook her head. “He went from a concerned parent to a greedy tycoon in a heartbeat, didn’t he?”
“No, Sandy, that’s not true,” said Karen. “It’s just that he knows John’s reputation, and after he had talked to him, he was OK with it. And you can’t blame him for wanting to pick up on the best tip he has had in a long time.” She turned to me. “My dad is going to call the others, did I get that right?” Karen asked. I nodded. “That’s cool,” she said, “he’ll make them listen and agree. He is very persuasive when he wants something.”
“We’ll see,” I replied. “You girls can answer the phone and deal with your parents. I’ll talk to them if they really want to, but I am sure you girls can deal with it.” Of course the phone rang, and of course Sandy’s mom wanted to hear everything from me. She kept saying, “Yes that’s what George said.”
The same thing happened with Alex’s dad. Only Alya’s mother was satisfied with talking to her daughter. “She learned to trust my instincts a long time ago,” explained Alya. Finally, the deal was done, and everyone took a deep breath.
Saturday, May 11, 11:30 am
The girls were very happy, and came to hug me, all at once. “I want a proper kiss,” said Alya. “If you don’t know how, I’ll show you.” I kissed her. She made a face. “‘I meant a real kiss,” she said, and proceeded to show me how. Her tongue was busy duelling with mine and she applied a toe-curling combination of soft lip pressure and suction at the same time. I reacted instantly, dragging her to me and giving it some serious attention. She moulded her body to mine and moaned into my mouth. She noticed my dick getting interested and ground her hips into mine, feeling every inch of its hardness against her tummy.
We came up for breath. “Better,” she nodded with a smug look, but her rapid breathing gave her away. She had felt it too, that’s for sure.
“Me too, me too, me too.”
“Girls, girls! Let’s not get into the me too routine, it makes me feel like a bowl of ice cream and four kids.” They had to laugh, and quietened down. “That’s better,” I said. “I am ready to kiss you now. Line up here.”
“Yes daddy,” said Karen, and drew in a quick breath as she realized what she had said.
I smiled at her. “Oh yeah, I’ll show you ‘daddy’.” That kiss was just as fantastic, and gave my growing erection a nice little boost. Alex came for hers, and I moved my hands under her skirt to her naked ass as I held her tight and kissed her. She squeezed back and looked disappointed when it was over. Sandy flowed into my arms, making sure her breasts were free from the t-shirt and stabbing me in the chest. She also breathed quicker when we separated.
“That was nice,” said Alex, “and we have two more days of this, right?”
“We sure do,” said Karen, “but John, – you were skirting awfully close to the truth when you made those promises to my father, weren’t you? I was so scared you would promise not to touch us, because you would either be lying or we’d go back to being nice proper girls and back on with the underwear. I know you wouldn’t break your promise and I hated the alternative. It would have ruined everything.”
“He is very clever, our John,” said Alex, smiling. “He sounded so sincere and yet he was sneaking peeks at our breasts while he was sweet-talking your dad, and went right back to our bodies after he had hung up.”
“I was sincere,” I protested. “I meant everything I said, and I suspect your father understood more than you give him credit for, Karen. I even sensed a little envy when I said that thing about having four beautiful girls in the house.” She blushed (again).
“Do you really think he knew what we had been doing? – and still agreed that we could stay?”
“Not exactly what we had been doing, but I think he understands about men and women and that things can happen, and that you are very beautiful and I am only a man, – and who knows. But he does trust you and he does trust me to show some common sense and not to do anything you will be ashamed of and regret afterwards.”
They were thoughtful and silent for a while. “Actually,” said Alex hesitatingly, “now that you say that, I got some of that from my dad as well. Like he was wishing me well, somehow and that he loved me. Wow!”
Sandy nodded thoughtfully. “Yeees,” she said slowly. “Yeees.”
“So now that we have that settled, what’s for lunch,” I said brightly, breaking the serious mood.
“Me!” said Alya. “Please John, can I be your lunch?”
I couldn’t have resisted her on my own, but I looked questioningly at the other girls. “Any thoughts on the menu, girls? Does that sound good to you? I don’t want anyone to be hurt or feel left out…”
“I just wish I had thought of it first,” said Karen reluctantly, “but I know how Alya feels. Besides she missed out this morning, and I know she was disappointed. You go enjoy your lunch. We’ll manage in here.”
With a happy grin and a flush of excitement, Alya grabbed my hand and dragged me back in the bedroom, closing the door. “You’re not backing out this time,” she said in a serious but playful voice. “I have wanted this so bad, ever since last night.” She slipped off her top and shorts and stood there naked, glowing with the healthy energy of the young.
“Come on,” she said impatiently, lying down on the bed. “Let’s do it.”
I just stood there. “I’m all yours,” I said, “but you have to unwrap your own lunch.” She lit up like a Christmas tree and scurried out of the bed again. She unbuttoned my shirt and pulled off, planting little kisses on my chest as she went downwards. She grabbed my belt and pulled me to her, then sank to her knees and unbuckled it.
“Easy does it,” I said. “He scares quickly.” She nodded, suddenly serious. She slid her hand up under my shorts, grasped my balls with a soft touch and fondled them, before moving her hand to my stiff dick. With her other hand she unzipped my shorts slowly and gently, carefully keeping my dick away from the fabric and the zipper. As they fell to the floor, she kissed my dick softly and took it in her mouth.
Sucking and fondling, she abandoned herself to the worship. Little noises communicated her excitement. I started to feel the sap rise, and stopped her.
“Not so fast,” I said gently and lifted her up. She was light as a feather in my arms as I laid her on top of the bed. She looked me uncertainly. I sensed some tension, and just held her and kissed and fondled her while she calmed down and started responding again.
“Are you a virgin, Alya,” I asked, not sure about where to take this, and remembering what Sandy had said. She shook her head. “No, I have had sex before, but it wasn’t very good. What we did yesterday was waaaay better.” He was rough and too fast and it hurt like hell. I have been too afraid to try it again, and to be honest; there hasn’t been anyone I wanted to do it with either. Not until yesterday. I really wanted to do it yesterday.”
“And today?” I asked.
“Yes, today too,” she smiled. “Will you show me how to do it right, please John? I’m on the pill, so there’s nothing to worry about with that.”
I kissed her, “Let’s just take it as it comes,” I said and started kissing my way down her neck and shoulders. Soon she was writhing on the bed, and grasping for my head and pulling me downwards. I moved to her breasts and sucked hard on her dark, hard nipples. She curved her back up to meet me, gasping and moaning. I added my hands to the play, starting on her thighs, slowly working my way between her legs.
As soon as my hand made contact with her curly bush, she came. She shook all over, and bit her lips trying to keep quiet. “Let it out,” I whispered. “It doesn’t matter if they can hear you. They know what’s going on. You didn’t worry about that yesterday.”
“They were right there yesterday,” she protested, “not listening at the door.” I had to smile; there was a certain twisted logic in it.
I went back to her breast again, gently nibbling at her nipples with my teeth, careful not to bite down. “Aaahh,” she moaned, “they are so sensitive. I feel every touch right down to my pussy.” My hands were on the move again, stroking and fondling, and burrowing into the spreading and secreting lips of her pussy. She pushed against my hand again and again, humping as if making love for real. I kissed down her stomach and blew gently on her red and hard clitoris, standing like a lighthouse beacon in her black curly thatch. I kissed it, and she came again, grabbing my head.
“Come inside me, please!” she pleaded. “I need you inside me!” I continued to kiss her pussy, and pushed a finger deep inside.
She was very tight, but the plentiful lubrication helped. She tensed a bit, but relaxed again as the discomfort went away. “Please,” she pleaded again. “Make love to me!” I smeared some of my pre-cum on my steel hard dick and put it at her entrance. She reached and held herself open, then pushed her hips up against me, forcing me inside.
She gasped, and froze. “You are so big,” she explained. “I don’t know if this will work.” Actually, I wasn’t too sure myself; She was not a big girl, and she was very tight. I was careful not to cause her pain, so I moved very slowly and gently, pushed in a little, then withdrew some, before moving forward again. Little by little she opened up, and began responding again, coming back at me in the motions and helping me move inward.
“Its so good,” she panted. “Do it harder, I can take it.” But I kept up the slow gentle rhythm, easing my way in almost imperceptibly. Along the way she came again, noisier and happier this time.
I kept going without a letup, slowly and gently, in, out, in some more. My prick felt the firm grip of her pussy walls as a hot soft glove and I balanced precariously on the knife’s edge a few times. Somehow I managed to hold back and kept going, slowly, in the same steady deliberate rhythm.
“You’re driving me crazy,” she hissed. “Fuck me, dammit. Just fuck me!” I ignored her pleas, and kept going. It was becoming much easier to move in her, and I increased the stroke, still keeping the same slow pace. She moved with me, getting into longer strokes and more vigorous action. I was till not all the way in when I felt myself hitting bottom.
“Aiii,” she said. “Easy! You’re too big, I knew it.”
“There’s more,” I said teasingly, and kept on stroking. She came again; her orgasms were coming more quickly.
“You’re fucking me to death,” she gasped, “please don’t stop.”
I was just about all the way in now, and started stroking faster, little by little. With each stroke she rose to meet me, giving herself up to her body’s needs and desires, not thinking, just one big bundle of erotic tension. She didn’t care that I was hitting bottom any more, she just grunted with every stroke. I couldn’t hold it any more; her intensity and the long build-up had me going for real. As I finally burst in her she went over the top as well, in a great cry of joy and ecstasy. No doubt they could hear her in Texas, let alone in the next room.
I wasn’t silent either, venting my intense feelings in something incoherent. I kept coming, and she responded to each spurt with a spasm of her own. We kept moving gently as we both came down to earth, – prolonging the sweet intensity as much as we could, not wanting the moment to end. She held me tightly and whispered my name. “John? Is it always this good with you?”
“No, it’s not,” I said truthfully. “This one was special.”
“Good!” she said, reminding me suddenly of Sandy in her tone of complete satisfaction.
“Are you still hungry,” – Sandy said from the door, “or have you had enough to eat?”
“Don’t be cheeky,” I said.
“You should talk,” quipped Alex, peering past Sandy at my bare ass in the air.
“That was quite something,” added Karen. “We knew exactly how many times you enjoyed that Alya, and we knew when it was over, that’s for sure. So we gave you a few more minutes, but now it’s time for real lunch. We waited for you.” My dick was still not completely soft, and Alya still had me in a tight grip. I had to give it some effort, and I pulled out of Alya with an audible plop, making Alya wince and Sandy grin.
“You two need a wash,” said Sandy. “We can do that, – just stay there, and don’t get any of that on the sheets.” We lay there side by side while Sandy and Alex got the washcloths and towels.
Karen knelt by the bed, looking at us both with big eyes. “I envy you, Alya,” she said wistfully. “It must have been incredible. Can I have some of that too?” Without waiting for an answer, she gave my dick a kiss, then leaned over and scooped some of my cum from Alya’s cunt and brought it too her mouth. “Mmmm, still tastes good. You do too, Alya!” She lay down on my stomach and kissed Alya’s pussy, licking up my cum, mixed with Alya’s.
Alya lifted her head and looked down at Karen, stunned. “Karen?” she said uncertainly. “Do you…” She left the sentence unfinished, laid her head back and closed her eyes. I could feel her pulse beating faster again.
Karen was into it now, licking and sucking and probing deep with her tongue. “Mmmmm.” I reached down, pulled up Karen’s t-shirt and felt her huge breasts caressing my dick, which showed new signs of life with this unexpected development. Karen moved one hand to my balls while she kept licking Alya.
“You can’t leave them alone for a second,” laughed Sandy when they came back and found us in that position. “But Karen?” She was as stunned as the rest of us. Alya moaned and started meeting Karen with small thrusts again, building to another climax.
I reached down further, found Karen’s ass under the wide shorts, and tickled her asshole. I licked my finger and probed gently. Karen stiffened and came. So did Alya, with another uncontrollable groan. “God!” said Alex. “I can’t deal with this any more”. She lifted her skirt and moved her hand to her pussy.
“Let me,” said Sandy, moving her hand to Alex’s moist slit. Alex tore open Sandy’s shorts and reached for her pussy in return. Heads thrown back, they masturbated each other furiously for almost a minute, then collapsed in orgasm, side by side.
They slowly got back up, kissed each other and remembered the washing. “We all need a wash,” I said. “How about a shower?”
“I wonder how many that shower holds,” mused Alya. “Let’s find out…” We wandered into the bathroom, feeling pretty loose and comfortable with each other. Those of us that had any clothes on dropped them on the floor with no further ado, and we took stock of the shower stall. “I think it will hold us,” said Karen dubiously, “but it will be very cosy. Let’s give it a try.”
We were crowding in when I had a sudden thought. “Hold it,” I said. “We need one of us to get the water temperature right before we all get in there, That first bit of water will be a real shock if we’re all there and can’t get out of the way.”
“Good point, John! You do it!” Why was I not surprised?
With the warm water streaming down, we jockeyed for position under the twin showerheads. It worked pretty well, but we had to get close. No one seemed to mind, and we all rubbed out slick bodies together in a big group grope. I grabbed the shampoo and started on Alya’s hair. She hummed and lent against my chest as I lathered and massaged her hair and scalp. “That’s so nice, where did you learn to do that?”
“Oh, I have had good teachers for many things.”
“Why don’t you show me what you have learned about washing someone? That way we get two for one.”
“What about us?” came a plaintive voice.
“Why don’t you wash each other? It’s a lot more fun than washing yourselves.”
“I guess, – but we want to wash you!”
“Yeah, and you wash us!”
“Girls, girls, – I am sure we can work this out. With the organizational talent and cooperation I have seen so far, this should be a piece of cake.” I could literally see them thinking, frowning in concentration.
“I think you would need to be in the middle,” Sandy said in the end, “and the four of us around you.”
“Good start,” I said approvingly. “Then what?”
“We could all get to you then,” said Alex thoughtfully, “but we would just be fighting about who gets the good bits.”
“Yes, and you couldn’t reach all of us. – Unless we moved around!” – Karen suddenly cheered up. “We could move around you and take turns.”
“How about he moves around,” said Alya, as if I was just an object to be managed. “We stand around him; he turns around. We wash the side that is in front of us and he washes whoever is in front of him.”
I had to laugh. “There’s nothing simple any more, I guess – but what the heck, let’s give it a shot. Everyone got a bar of soap?” I went to the middle, the girls crowded in around me. So far, so good. We began the circular washing cycle. Karen was in front of me, and she grinned as she started, going directly for my dick. I was a bit too apprehensive to have a hard-on, but it had just that almost-erection that thickened it and offered some resistance to bending.
It felt good, and I enthusiastically attacked Karen’s breasts, kneading and pinching while I sent my soapy hands gliding over the hefty globes. I made sure I let a fingertip or a nail catch just an edge of her nipples as I caressed and washed them, and they stiffened quickly. I let one hand drift down and onto her pussy, teasing her clit gently as I washed. The other girls had a go at their allocated side, but they all started in the same general area of my body, so it got crowded with hands there.
My ass was washed and my hips, with the hands from the sides wandering off limits and warring with the others. I let it ride for now, and enjoyed snuggling up to Karen and the feel of the eight tits and four slippery bodies rubbing against me, all over. Behind me, Sandy made a determined assault on my ass. Her soapy hands pulled my ass cheeks apart and went exploring down the widening crack. I am a sucker for having my ass caressed, and Sandy was getting me back for last night.
Alya’s hand was also on my ass. She felt what Sandy was doing, and joined in. helping to keep the cheeks apart while Sandy’s finger went lower and found my sensitive rectum. Gently, she probed and the tip of her finger slipped inside. Alya’s fingers came down to feel what was going on, and helped tickle around the opening and down under my balls. Sandy probed deeper. Karen could tell something was going on; – my dick was jerking and my hands tightened on her breasts.
I gave Karen a long, deep kiss, which she returned with excited fervour. Then I let go of her pussy and magnificent breasts and made a quarter turn. I looked into Alex’s flushed face. She kissed me and started going for my dick as well, only to find that Karen hadn’t let go. Alex frowned, but decided not to make scene, and just joined in washing my dick.
“What’s good for the goose…” I thought to myself and went for Alex’s breasts as well.
I felt their warm, wet bodies pressing against me while their hands were touching my dick and my ass. Their breasts were digging into my body from all sides, and although it didn’t seem possible, I was acutely aware of them all at the same time. I loved them all, and each set was perfect in its way, but I had to admit to myself that Alex’s breasts were closest to my ideal. I loved lifting them gently and moving them around, they were so full and heavy, but still not sagging, just hanging on her chest instead of sticking out.
Alex put one hand around my neck and kissed me, – a deep passionate kiss, her tongue seeking mine, as we stood pressed together. I found room between us to get my hand down, down to her pussy lips and teased her little nubbin gently as well, making her shudder. I felt Sandy’s finger leave my ass, to be replaced by another. Alya was a quick learner, and had her finger buried deep in my ass while Sandy continued paying attention to the rest of my backside.
Alex broke the kiss, smiled and let me go, as I made another quarter turn.
Sandy also kissed me as soon as she was facing me, – her lips were incredibly soft as her tongue teased my mouth. The she grinned and turned around, grinding her ass into my stiff dick, still held by Alex. Karen had finally given up on my cock and had joined with Alya on my ass, getting her own lesson in rectal invasion. It didn’t take her long to evict Alya and claim my ass for her own, sliding her finger in and out, finger-fucking me gently.
Alex pushed my dick down and guided it underneath Sandy’s firm ass, tucking it into the wet furrow underneath. I could feel her use her fingers to open Sandy’s slit while she held my dick. I bent my knees slightly and Alex placed my cock head at Sandy’s pussy opening. Sandy lifted her body on tiptoes and arched her back, giving me easier access to her opening. I pushed gently and started sliding in, but Alex pulled me back out again
“Nah-ah,” she whispered in my ear. “Naught, naughty! Sandy had her turn. There are two others to take care of first. Stay on the outside, or I’ll pull you back up again.” Her clever hand stayed in place monitoring my behaviour. It was frustrating, but funny too. I smiled at her and nodded.
I reached around and grabbed Sandy’s firm breasts from behind. She gave a deep moan of satisfaction and stopped wiggling and trying to get my cock back in her pussy. I soaped in her big breasts and gave them a vigorous washing, paying special attention to her tight little nipples. She reached behind her, slid her hands between the tight bodies and held me around the waist, pulling us even closer together. I moved one hand down her body to her pussy, twirling her fine curls in my finger and probing for her clit. She jerked as I touched it and squeezed me harder.
Impatient for her turn, Alya had reached around my front and was burrowing in between my groin and Sandy’s ass. She followed my dick down and underneath Sandy, and finding Alex’s hand there, she pushed Alex’s fingers off my dick and took over the job.
“Don’t let him get inside,” mouthed Alex, and Alya nodded, with a wicked grin. Reluctantly, I gave up my grip on Sandy’s firm body and turned again. Alya smiled at me as she extricated my dick from between Sandy’s legs. She pulled my head down and kissed me as well, every bit as passionately as the rest, her soft lips mashed against mine. Then she let go and turned around, and still holding my prick, moved her hand down between her legs as she also tiptoed and arched her back. But Sandy was vigilant, and quickly reached down to join the fray, keeping me out of Alya’s still wet and memorable pussy. She wasn’t going to let one slip by when she had to wait.
Behind me, I could feel Karen grab Alex’s hand and lead it between the cheeks of my ass, letting Alex feel the finger still fucking my ass. She pulled her own finger out and put Alex’s at the opening. Alex hesitated, but Karen took her hand and pushed. Alex briefly resisted, but then started pushing her finger inside me. Karen pulled it outwards and pushed it back in again, and Alex got the message. She took over as Karen withdrew. I reached around for Alya’s breasts as well, and grabbed her hard nipples. I pinched hard and Alya responded. Once again, I moved one hand to fondle a warm willing pussy.
“Girls,” I said. “I guess some parts of me are now VERY clean, as are some parts of you, let’s get the rest done as well, shall we? Same process, but doing the whole body this time.” We started again. It was still a very interesting shower, particularly as I knelt down to wash their legs and made use of the opportunity for using my mouth. Each pussy got kissed and at my direction, each asshole as well, as I made them bend over to give me access.
They too took the opportunity when they got down to do my legs. Thankfully it gradually became less intense, as we slowly relaxed under the cascading warm water. Finally, it started to run cool, and we quickly turned the shower off. We towelled each other dry, adding some more enjoyment to the day. “Now I REALLY need some food,” I said.
Saturday, May 11, 1:00 pm
We sat around the table, eating with great appetite. None of us had bothered to put any clothes back on, and it felt amazingly natural. My dick twitched a little from time to time, as one or the other stretched for something, or inadvertently touched themselves. Every now and then I would get a quick glance as well, to see if I was still relaxed or getting interested once again. But no one did anything overtly sexy, and the meal passed amicably.
I learned quite a bit more about the girls as they chatted away about college and their friends. They were remarkably open with each other, unafraid to say exactly what they thought, and yet not taking offence. They were clearly very close friends and had a lot of respect and love for each other. One thing that surprised me was how critical they were of boys, and none of them seemed to have a boyfriend. “Aren’t you a little rough on these boys?” I asked. “I think you expect too much of them.”
They turned on me as one. “Rough on them!? They are all dorks! They always try to get us to have sex, and it’s like we’re trophies or something, another tick in the yearbook. It’s disgusting!”
I laughed. “It’s not that easy to be a young man either, you know. Your hormones are raging, and your sex-drive is at its lifetime peak. You want to know and try everything, but don’t know how to go about it. Your friends all pretend that they have all the experience in the world and you are the only one who hasn’t got laid, so it becomes the only thing you think about after a while.”
“But all they care about is themselves, and they are so crude and rough!”
“I guess cheerleaders still hang out with the football team, right?”
“Well- yeah, but not only with them.”
“I wouldn’t expect the football players to be the most caring, sensitive group around; being tough and hard is drummed into them from day one, and that whole scene reeks of male hormones and old stereotype gender roles.”
It felt odd to have a serious discussion with four naked teenage girls. Their bodies teased me unconsciously, even if their minds were on the subject of discussion. I didn’t complain! “You mean like they believe that’s how boys, – eh, men are supposed to be,” Karen said.
“You bet! – Who is going to teach them something else? Do you girls ever talk to them about what you like in a relationship?”
They had become very quiet and thoughtful. “Well, – yes, – sometimes,” said Sandy a little uncertainly, – “but they don’t listen and they don’t want to talk about it, so we’re back to the old push and shove again.”
“How do you tell them?” I asked. “Do you ask them how they feel about this stuff and sound like you really want to have a reasonable talk about it, or do you get mad and blame them for being such idiots and not caring about you?”
They looked at each other, not very comfortable with the turn of the discussion. Alex got defensive. “Well, do you blame us for getting mad, when they behave like that?”
“No, I understand your reaction,” I said, – “but it won’t help the situation, and both parties suffer from it. After all, you both want the same thing,”
“What!?!” Alex objected.
“I haven’t noticed any aversion to some good healthy sex in any of you,” I countered. “It’s just that you want more than just wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am, a tick in the black book and then finding your name on the bathroom wall. Boys do too, you know, but they need help getting there, because they aren’t taught that by anyone, certainly not in the football team. Next time, don’t get mad, boys don’t like getting grief. Have some patience and keep letting them know, but be nice about it. Give them a kiss when you say it and smile and tell them you like them, but… You’ll be surprised at how quickly they’ll get the message”‘.
“So how did you learn all this, John? Were you just as bad?”
“Well, I wasn’t much of a jock so I didn’t start with quite that attitude. But I met a very smart woman, six years older than me, and she put me straight in no time. We had a great relationship for three years, parted the best of friends, and I still see her now and then.”
“She was a good teacher,” said Alya. “And she must have been very experienced.”
“Actually we learned a lot together,” I said, smiling at find memories. “Once I got the idea, I learned lots of things every time I was with a woman. Everyone is different, and all have something to teach me.”
“So what did you learn from us, then?” asked Karen, with a glint in her eye.
“I have never been with four girls at the same time before,” I said. “I have had a couple of threesomes, but even if they were very exciting, they weren’t all that successful, because some form of competition and jealousy always snuck in there and made me uncomfortable. But you girls are such good friends and trust each other and care for each other enough that you actually enjoy seeing one of your friends get pleasure in your presence.
“I am VERY impressed, and some of your sharing techniques have been innovative, to say the least.” My dick gave an involuntary twitch when I thought about the things we had done, and it wasn’t lost on the girls.
They all smiled with satisfaction, and nodded their heads. “You’re right, we haven’t minded sharing at all,” said Karen, “but we’re not always like that, it’s just that you’re so patient and accommodating, we know it will be our turn, and we have been getting our own pleasure too, you know, even if only Sandy and Alya have had their ‘real turn’ yet.”
Sandy turned to Karen in surprise. “How did you know I had – eh – had my turn,” she asked a little uncertainly.”
“You made enough noise to wake an elephant’ laughed Alex. There was no question you hit the high note.”
“And I thought I was so quiet.”
“Yeah, right!”
“But we didn’t, I mean, I am still, – eh – a virgin,” Sandy said, and the eyebrows shot up around the table.
“No way!” said Alya. “I heard you, and I saw you afterwards. You had been well and truly fucked, my girl. Don’t give me that.”
“Well, – kinda,” said Sandy.
“OK, genius,” said Alya, “how can you be ‘kinda’ fucked and still be a virgin?”
Sandy squirmed a bit. “Eh, – he didn’t fuck my pussy,” she said in a low voice.
“You mean, – he fucked you in the ass?” asked Alya. “That’s … that’s.. wild!”
“Didn’t it hurt? Why did you do it that way? Did you like it?” The girls all spoke at once.
It was uncomfortable at first,” said Sandy, feeling a little more at ease with the discussion. “But John was so gentle and careful, and it was really hot in the end. I came like nobody’s business.”
“Yeah, we all knew that, but it must have been John who wanted to do it that way, right?”
“Yes it was. – I was ready to do the thing, but he didn’t want to, -said I should take my time and be really sure and find someone really special.”
“That is sooo sweet,” said Alex.
“Yes, but I really wanted it to be him, protested Sandy. “I just know it would have been awesome.”
I wanted to explain why I didn’t think it was right, but I also felt they understood, even Sandy, so I kept quiet. The girls were quietly thoughtful for a change. “What about us, then?” said Alex, – speaking for herself and Karen. “Are you going to fuck us in the ass, too?”
“Whatever you would like to do,” I replied, “but why don’t we find that out if or when we get to that point. There’s nothing that says we have to do anything. I’ll let you take the lead, then we’ll see, OK?”
“OK,” said Karen briskly. “When do we start?”
“Let’s leave the subject alone for a while and let things develop naturally? I don’t enjoy it when it’s all planned and laid out, like a script.” I smiled and stood up. “Do you guys want to see the rest of the place?” They jumped up, a little relieved to get off the topic, it seemed.
“Let’s go!”
“I’d love to….”
Saturday, May 11, 3:00 pm
It was a nice sunny day, but still too cool to go touring stark naked, so we got back into our by now ‘normal’ attire, Shorts (mine), skirt (Alex), tops (including Sandy’s ripped one), and of course, – no underwear. Interestingly, things became more erotic as we got dressed, – the mind is a funny thing! I took them on the short tour, a 3-mile hike around the homestead. They ooh’ed and ah’ed at the fields, the well, the old hay barn, the chicken coop, the lake and the dock, the little sailboat, – even the old privy.
“This is a big property you have here’, said Alya. Not by Texas standards, I would guess,” I replied, “but if you count the 2000 acres of woods as well, I guess it adds up.”
“We’re not going to walk around all of that, too, are we?!”
“No, I’ll spare you that trip,” I said, – “but maybe tomorrow…”
Walking with them was fun; they were alive and interested in everything. Walking behind them was even more interesting, particularly up steps and ladders. I took the opportunity to get my hand up their shorts legs every now and then, which always brought the climbing to a stop, so they could let me have a good feel. With Alex in her skirt it was even easier to get a feel, and of course she would flash me at every opportunity, flipping up her skirt in the back or the front to give me a good view. Being in front was nice too, as I found out when Alya reached up my shorts leg and copped a feel. I loved the playing, and so did the girls. I had a half a hard-on the whole time, and the pussies were always nice and moist.
It was cooling down again, so we headed back inside. “Any more wine in the house, John?”
“Only 300 bottles or so,” I laughed. “What would you like? How about some bubbly?” Judging from their pleased expressions it was a popular choice, so we started on the bubbly. We spent the afternoon and early evening chatting, playing cards, reading and just enjoying each other’s company. It felt incredibly comfortable, like we were old friends. We lit the fire as the light faded and it started getting cold outside, and soon it was cosy and warm inside, with light from the flames flickering over the walls and the bodies inside.
We made and ate a simple meal, – no one was very hungry. The wine and the activities of the day were starting to take their toll. Each of us dozed on and off, until we decided it was time to hit the sack. I got a long kiss from each of the girls, but no one made a move to initiate anything more, somewhat to my disappointment. They went to the bedrooms and I went to the couch, quietly waited for sleep to come and get me.
Saturday, May 11, 11:30 pm
Instead it was Karen who came and got me. Just as I had decided that I was going to get a good night’s uninterrupted sleep, she came on tiptoes, bent over me and kissed me lightly. “Hello, Sailor,” she whispered. “What’s a girl to do to get some attention around here?” I reached up and pulled her down on the couch, and kissed her, demonstrating that her approach had worked. She kissed me back, and then got back up, grabbing my hand and pulling me up.
“Come on,” she said, “our bed is much more comfortable.” – Where had I heard that before?
“What about Alex,” I whispered.
“It was her idea,” said Karen. “She hated the idea of listening to us enjoying ourselves in the other room.”
Hand-in-hand we wandered into the guest bedroom. Alex was buried under the covers, – with just her eyes and the top of her head peeking out. Karen pulled the cover off and pushed me into the bed almost on top of Alex, and then dropped in after me, covering us all back up again.
“I know how you feel about taking someone’s cherry,” said Karen, “and we love you for being so concerned about how we feel.”
“Yes, it’s very sweet,” added Alex, “but we have discussed it and we both want you to be the first. We can’t imagine anyone else who we would trust to make this a special occasion. I know we’ll remember this only with joy and love and caring.”
“That’s how I feel, too,” said Karen. “I know you won’t be rough and ignorant, and leave us with just pain and disappointment, – well I mean, – I know there will be pain, but that’s not what I’ll remember … Will you do that for us, please, John?”
I kissed them both gently. “I would be honoured to be your first, I said, and I know I will always remember this. I do want to talk about birth control first, though. None of us want any unexpected pregnancy, right?”
“I’m on the pill,” they both said simultaneously, then laughed.
“My mom thought it would be the right thing to do. She said two years ago that I was getting to the age when anything could happen.”
“Mine too,” said Alex. “I wonder if they talked? I guess that’s why they were OK with us staying here, huh.”
“Parents aren’t always so dumb, you know,” I chipped in.
“We couldn’t figure out how to do this,” said Karen. “We both wanted to be together when it happened, but we know we can’t actually do it at the same time, and we really don’t mind who’s first, so what do you think we should do? Do you mind if we do this together? You haven’t seemed to mind before, so…?” They both looked at me a little uncertainly.
I smiled tenderly. “Maybe there is a way….”
“Why don’t you lie down side by side,” I said gently, taking our covers off and climbing out of bed. They were still young, of course, but they were every bit a woman, both of them, with generous hips, large firm breasts and soft lips. They were so beautiful lying there, close together, holding hands, – with such conflicting emotions on their faces. Love, uncertainty, caring for each other…one after another the expressions passed across their faces.
I got on the bed, kneeling down over them with one knee between each pair of legs. I bent over them and kissed them in order. Their free hand came up to hold my head and pull me close, one from each side. I kissed them some more, going from gentle pecks to more lingering kisses, still soft, but introducing some tentative tongue duels. Their joined hands suddenly came up from between them and took hold of my rampant dick.
“Nicely nicely, girls,” I said softly. “Don’t be rough and don’t be impatient. We have lots of time.”
They loosened their grips, but continued to stroke the whole length, with exquisite softness. I moaned a little, – it was oh so nice. My arms were getting tired, so I lowered myself until I was resting equally on both their bodies. Their breasts made wonderful cushions, soft, yet firm, and with hardening nipples like bullets against my skin. The kissing continued, all three heads in constant contact, until we were locked in a three-way kiss. Our lips and tongues were moving from one mouth to the other, in every combination, getting more and more insistent, until I had to come up for air.
“Wow!” said Alex, catching her breath. “You have some great ideas, John.”
I sat up again, and kissed Karen’s right breast, nipping her nipple and sucking it deep in my mouth. She gasped. “Aaaahhh, I feel that all the way through my body!”
I switched to Alex’s left breast, right next to Karen’s, giving it the same treatment. “Ooohh!” Same reaction. Back to Karen, other breast this time, then Alex, switching back and forth, the girls lifting their breasts to my mouth when they knew their turn was coming. Alex reached over and caressed Karen’s breast, Karen returned the favour. They turned slightly towards each other, but still giving me access. Now I felt breasts in the back of my head as I kissed the other.
The girls were starting to breathe heavier, as was I. I was still maintaining control, but it was getting harder to do, as the girls had not stopped caressing my dick the whole time. “OK, ladies, you need to give him a break now, or you know what is going to happen.”
They giggled happily, and protested half-heartedly, but they stopped moving their hands, even if they didn’t let go. I was fine with this compromise, their hands still felt great, and it gave me some time to simmer down. My arms were getting tired again, and I sat up.
“Let’s switch,” said Karen. “John, you lie down, and we’ll be on top.” That wasn’t a bad idea either, – the girls sat astride one leg each, their breasts sticking out proudly from their chests, just in perfect reach of my hands. I wasted no time to start holding and squeezing them, tweaking their nipples and fondling their heavy full globes as they hung down over my face. We kissed again, – long triple kisses which slowly and steadily excited us all.
Their now moist pussies were rubbing against my thighs. Obviously enjoying it, the girls increased the rubbing, – up and down my leg, their juices flowing over my legs. I reached down and inserted a finger under each pussy, conveniently putting me right on their stiffening little nubbins. It was fascinating to see them react in tandem, almost as puppets on the same string. Their chests and faces flushed and their breathing became more ragged.
“Oh GOD! I have never been so horny,” gasped Karen, unable to bear it any more in silence. “I need you to fuck me right now!”
“Yes, John, – now – PLEASE – we need it now!” (Alex).
“Lie back down again,” I said, “and relax. There is lots of time and we’re going to do this right!”
They lay down on their backs again, and I spread their legs, lifting Karen’s leg so it was lying across Alex’ stomach. Their two pussies were looking at me, side by side; Karen’s neatly trimmed auburn bush, contrasting excitingly with Alex’s russet arrow. Both sets of lips were open, showing the deep pink interior, and each with a red clitoris standing to attention, – so different, and yet so familiar somehow.
I let my hand start exploring Karen, while I put my lips to Alex’s bush, kissing and sucking her outer lips, while letting my tongue explore her depth. She bucked, clenching her teeth and gasping for air. “Oh John! Yes, Yes, – ohmygod, ohmygod, aaaaaaah!”
Karen was having her own reaction to my fingers, but she was reaching for my head, as if feeling it was her turn. I swapped over; savouring Karen’s clean fresh taste, similar, but subtly different to Alex’s, while my fingers continued stimulating Alex. The two bodies twitched as if out of control, their hands clasping my head, but without competing, just conveying their desire and excitement.
Their openings were tight, and my finger didn’t get far in before the hymen stopped progress. I pushed a little and used two fingers after a while, gently opening them up as much as I could without causing discomfort. My efforts were appreciated, – each time I switched from hand to mouth, I had a fresh supply of excretions to enjoy.
I moved Karen’s hips on top of Alex’s, while their upper bodies were lying side by side, and moved up between them. With an effort I bent my throbbing prick down flat against Karen’s pussy and pushed it down between her lips until it touched Alex’s pussy lips below. Both pussies radiated intense heat and their lubrication made the passage very easy between the two sets of lips. Each clit got its share of stimulation, as did my dick as it slid up and down in the slick channel formed by the two pussies.
They were ready, and eager for the final step and gaspingly told me so. “Now John, for Christ’s sake,” panted Alex, twitching with lust.
“I can’t take this any longer,” moaned Karen. “PLEASE do me now!”
I pulled back a little and aimed at Alex’s passage. Immediately, both girls’ hands were there to help me to the target. I slid into Alex about two inches before meeting the expected obstacle. “YesYesYesYes!” Alex pushed up against me, lifting Karen in the process. Karen helped by lifting as well and pushing on my ass with her free hand. I burst through just as Alex came, the pain was but a quick grimace before she lost it completely, – shouting and crying and cumming and cumming while clasping me inside her.
Karen waited all of a minute before she pulled me out of Alex and unceremoniously stuffed me into her own passage and pushed up to meet me. I had no time to prepare and be gentle, – I went through her maidenhead like an express train, bottoming in a heartbeat. Karen exploded in a loud and intense orgasm as well, just as Alex was in the aftermath of hers. I managed to control my own, – God knows how. I kept my dick in Karen, continuing my strokes for a little, then pulled out and went back to give Alex some more strokes. Both of them shuddered and shivered, as they slowed down and finally lay there as in a faint, seemingly unable to move or speak.
I slowed down as well, and withdrew. I stood up and placed them side-by-side. They were like sacks of flour to move, – with no reaction to my manipulation at all.
I bent down and kissed their pussies again, one after the other. I couldn’t resist nibbling and sucking as well. There was a little blood in both of them from the ravaging of their virginities, but their wonderful tastes made that irrelevant. This time I could get deep in their pussies, with my fingers as well as my tongue, and I settled down to my own enjoyment of these two wonderful bodies After a while they started stirring again, moving their hips to give me better access. Between my fingers and my mouth I slowly but steadily brought them back up to a new high. Almost simultaneously they came once more, with more cries of joy and abandon.
They both reached for me and made room for me between them. I lay on my back, my dick waving in the wind with one satisfied ex-virgin in each arm. They held me tight, showering me with kisses. After a while, they calmed down enough to talk.
Alex was the first to find her voice. “I never imagined it could be like this,” she said almost timidly. “Everyone says it really hurts and it doesn’t feel good at all. But I feel wonderful! It was just fantastic! Thank you thank you thank you for making me feel like this!”
“Yes, John,” said Karen with a happy smile. “How can anyone think that something this good is an awful experience, – but that’s what my friend Simone said it was. I have never felt this good in my life! There was a little pain, sure, but it was nothing. And when you filled me up completely, I felt like…. I don’t know even how to express it!”
“Exactly,” said Alex. “Having you all inside me was just incredible. Please can we do it again, John, – can we?”
They suddenly discovered my prick standing to attention between them, and grabbed it, then just as quickly relaxed to a gentle grip. “Sorry,” they said in unison, – they had obviously figured it out by this time. “Gently, right?”
“You got it,” I said. “We sure do,” laughed Karen. “And we’re going to use it some more, right Alex?” They both looked at me smilingly, then moved their heads into position and kissed up and down the length of my cock.
“He’s as good as new,” smiled Alex and swallowed my dick to the hilt in one smooth motion. Karen looked at her enviously. “Oh all right, – here!”‘ said Alex after coming up for air and handed it over. Karen made a determined effort, but couldn’t get it very deep, so she went back to gentle sucking, accompanied by hand movements from both girls.
I revelled in the amazing sensations for a while, before I stopped them. “Girls,” I said. “Let’s fuck some more.” They laughed happily at my terse invitation.
“How should we do it?” asked Karen. “Can you do us both again?” I didn’t respond, I just lay back and helped Karen up on top. She sat across my hips, her still wet pussy inches from my dick.
Alex smiled and reached out a hand to help. “Lift up, Karen,” she said and carefully placed my stiff dick at Karen’s waiting opening.
Karen slid down with a rush of exhalation until she was bottomed out. She made a grimace. “This is much deeper than before,” she said uncertainly. “I am not sure I can take all this.”
“Well, you are in the perfect position to control that,” I smiled. “Just take as much as feels good, and we’ll see how it goes.”
Alex still had her hand underneath Karen’s pussy, and I could feel her starting to stroke and tickle Karen’s clit. Karen gave a jerk and raised herself up, then slid right down again, but not all the way down this time. “Oh that feels sooo good!” she exclaimed in a bewildered voice. “This is even better than before, how can that even be possible?”
I kissed her and smiled. “This is how it should always be,” I said gently. “Nothing but pleasure and love, – no pain, no doubt no uncertainty, – just float away and let yourself go. Take your time, we have plenty!”
Karen started fucking me in earnest, and I responded in kind. I reached up and pulled her upper body tight against me, her huge firm breasts squashed against my chest, and her trim and powerful hips and ass doing all the work. Alex had pulled back a little, but when she saw Karen’s position, she moved behind her and started stroking the globes of Karen’s ass. I could sense Karen’s increased excitement. I reached down with my own hand and traced the crack of Karen’s ass with my finger, – down, down until I was tickling the tight pucker of her asshole. Alex was paying attention, and her finger joined mine. Before pulling my finger away, I could feel Alex pushing against Karen’s asshole, and slip inside, – then her head joined in and I could tell her tongue was busy tickling there as well.
We fucked like this for a while; all of us building to a crescendo. Karen came with another whoosh of air, her whole body tight as a bowstring as she shook and shimmied, impaled on my disk and with Alex’s finger in her ass. I kept going as if nothing had happened, and Karen opened her eyes wide in disbelief. “Ah ah ah ah ah,” she grunted as she bounced vigorously, and then came again, with a grin on her face as wide as the sky and laughing happily.
“Now this is what I call fucking,” she burst out, and went at it again, as if going for the record.
Alex had been patiently (well almost patiently) waiting her turn, and she clearly though her time had come, because she grabbed Karen and kissed her soundly, and then gently, but firmly pulled her off me. I in turn moved Karen around so she faced Alex, who was taking her place on my dick. She helped me into Alex, then leant forward and kissed her deeply and passionately. “Oh Alex, it gets better every time,” she sighed. “Just wait and see.”
With a sly wink at me, she pulled Alex down on my prick until she too bottomed out. “AAAAHHHHH!” Alex exclaimed. “Oh God that feels so incredible!” She kissed Karen back and their upper bodies came together in a tender embrace, breasts mashed against breasts, both of them in rapture. Alex developed a fascinating rhythm in her bounce, with a combination of twisting, moving forward and backward and clasping me with strong internal muscles at the same time. It was driving me crazy.
Alex came almost gently, compared with her first outburst, but her whole body was tensed up as she shook in her orgasm. As with Karen, I just kept going, and she too burst into a big smile as she went back to business. I pulled Karen back from my chest and positioned her over my face, giving my lips and tongue free access to her dripping pussy and ass. She jerked as I first nibbled her stiff little button, then began grinding her pussy into my face. I had to lift her up to get some air, and she got the message, and started giving me room to breathe, without breaking contact. I moved one hand to each firm ass and sought out their assholes.
The extra stimulation was all it took, in perfect unison we all came. I blew a fire-hose stream of cum into Alex, while she raised her head and wailed in ecstasy. Karen came in a burst of liquid, which I lapped up as fast as I could. Then we all collapsed, the girls still embracing, and me still embedded in pussy and asses.
The sudden silence must have alerted the others to the climax, because they crept into the room and stood by the bed shaking their heads in wonder. “You don’t have to tell me,” said Alya with a grin. “I know how you feel. Isn’t he just incredible?”
“Did he really do both of you at the same time,” asked Sandy enviously.
“And how,” exclaimed Alex happily.
“Unbelievable!” said Karen weakly. “It was just unbelievable.” Sandy looked more and more unhappy, and I took pity on her.
“Your turn next,” I said, “if that’s still what you want?”
She lit up. “God yes,” she burst out. “Can we do it now?”
I smiled. “Not quite yet, pumpkin, – but we still have another day…..”
…to be continued.