First Meeting – From Webcam to Real

Once again, she was in control, and, opening her eyes, looked down to see him gazing at her body, drinking in her breasts, bouncing with her movements, and clearly able to look at his cock and her slit, forced wide, as she worked fervently, now wanting his semen released inside her.

As she looked, he caught her eye and smiled — a warm, loving smile — which made their actions seem totally natural — two people whose relationship had moved to the ultimate intimacy, a natural peak without any hint of lechery, embarrassment or degradation.

For the first time, sex was an act of total beauty — the thing she had only ever read about. As the thoughts tripped fleetingly through her mind, she felt her third orgasm, again heightened by her previous two climaxes, and as she reached it, she wanted to make the experience even more complete by reaching down and stroking her clitoris — masturbating as he watched and revelling in his gaze.

As she came, leaving him soaked in her juices, she stopped moving — a much needed break — but he wasn’t finished. He needed to come — quickly. Moving his leg under hers, he slipped from beneath her, leaving her on her knees as he arose behind her, grabbing her breasts with both hands as his cock rested in the cleft of her buttocks.

Leaning forward, he gently forced her on to all fours, taking his position behind her for the frantic, animalistic conclusion. Kneeling between her legs, he pulled apart her labia and her buttocks, and she became aware that he could see every intimate detail of her pussy and her anus. It was with some relief that she felt him push against the former – anal sex was not one of her experiences, and though she might be willing to try it, the thought of not using lubricant terrified her.

He entered her, and began to thrust. Their gentle passion had now given way to animal lust, and she was determined to have one more orgasm, this time with him. As he thrust hard and long into her, she reached back to stroke her clit, rubbing hard.

His thrusts became more and more frantic, his thighs slapping hard against her buttocks, his balls hitting her hand as he went deeper and deeper. It seemed that he must split her ass in two as he hammered harder, grunting and moaning along with her.

Then, suddenly, he stopped. So deep inside that she thought he would penetrate her womb, and she felt his cock throb. Inside her, she felt thick, warm liquid mix with her own wetness as his pulses continued — and as he did so, she felt her own orgasm finally tear forth, her cunt squeezing his cock, draining every last drop, and as he softened, gently ejecting him.

They untangled from each other, turning to look into each other’s eyes, a wild, almost frantic look to both of them. They gasped for breath deeply, and fell into each other, a long, caring embrace, stroking each other gently as their breathing returned to near normal.

Withdrawing slightly, Des smiled into her eyes and she returned his smile. He took her hand and led her to the sofa, where they both lay in each other’s arms, no words exchanged, no words necessary. Her head on his chest, and he rested on a cushion, they closed their eyes and fell into a deep, loving sleep.

On the Beach

Des was awakened the following morning by the sounds of movement in the kitchen. His mind cleared rapidly and he considered his position. He was alone, lying under a blanket, naked. Had it not been for a few aches in his muscles, the gentle scent of Marnie still on him, and the evidence offered by his penis, he might have thought last night had never happened — but it had.

Lying still, he pretended he was still asleep, allowing himself to relive the passion and sheer joy of his coupling with Marnie.

‘Coffee?’

It was Maria from the kitchen. How had she known he was awake? His train of thought was interrupted now, so no point pretending. He pulled the blanket around him and sat up. ‘Thanks. Just what I need.’ More clinking of mugs and spoons, and Maria appeared next to him with a steaming mug.

‘I thought you might need sugar too. For the energy. You must be shattered after last night’.

She smiled a knowing smile, which in an instant made it absolutely clear that she knew what had gone on. But how? She must have been asleep when Marnie went to bed, and surely they hadn’t had chance to talk already.

Oh … whatever … he didn’t really care that she knew, or how she knew. Probably they had planned it beforehand and she knew that their plans would have been carried out. Maybe Marnie had even got her to help while she practised her striptease. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered.

Glancing at the clock, he saw that it was 7.30. ‘I need to pop back to finish the conference. There’s a plenary session at 10 and I’m supposed to say a few words’.

He resented having to go back, but real life wouldn’t just stop, and at least the organisers had the good sense to put back the start time to allow for hangovers after the ball.

He sipped at the hot, sweet coffee, still swathed in the sheet, feeling its reviving effect on his limbs as a sugar rush hit him. Maria sat opposite and smiled.

‘Was she good?’

He assumed she meant Marnie’s strip and seduction, rather than her sexual prowess, but he covered both with his answer:

‘Fabulous — she’s a remarkable person. You’re lucky to have her as a friend’.

Maria smiled again: ‘And were you good?’

He smiled — this time less certain whether she meant his overall conduct or referred directly to the sex.

‘I think so. You should ask her. I think I behaved as she hoped though’.

Draining the coffee, he stood, still holding the sheet around him, though not really sure why — she had seen him naked after all — it just seemed … well … proper.

‘I should dress. Have you got any plans for today?’.

Once again, the suggestive smile, once again, he detected a double meaning in her reply:

‘Oh yes. Definitely.’ Pause. ‘We want to come into town with you to do some shopping, then spend the day on the beach. And then, we want to cook for you this evening.’

He nodded, returning her smile as he turned away and headed for the bathroom.

Des showered reluctantly, not really wanting to wash Marnie off him and regretting every jet of water and soapy bubble. Then, more appropriately dressed, in a towel this time, he headed for his room to put on trousers, shirt and tie, ready for work.

When he reappeared, Marnie was sitting with Maria. As he entered, she stood, making it clear that she wanted to be held by him. Walking across, he embraced her, kissing her long and firmly on the lips, relaxing in their mutual embrace before they broke apart, distracted by Maria’s gentle giggle.

‘Look at you two lovebirds, all loved up.’

There was no sarcasm in her comment, just a gentle acknowledgement and acceptance that the relationship had moved to a new level.

Both girls were enjoying a bowl of cereal, so Des made his way to the kitchen and sorted out his own breakfast, deciding part way through to prepare a large plate of toast for them to share.

They all ate hungrily, doing full justice to the food and setting themselves up for the day. They remained largely silent for the meal, Des and Marnie often catching one another’s eye and sharing loving glances, from time to time holding hands and touching one another.

Marnie’s previous reserve had lifted, and she became quite tactile with him, enjoying his touch and responding in her own way.

Maria was not excluded from any of this, nor did she feel left out. They enjoyed a closeness between the three of them which many would envy. Inevitably though, Des’s thoughts turned to the rest of the day, especially the time when he and Marnie would be alone and could explore one another further. His most ardent hope was that they might share his bed tonight.

Time passed all too quickly, and soon Des was looking at his watch and encouraging them to get shoes and coats ready for their excursion into town while he discharged the final part of his duty. He would be finished by 1.00, so they arranged to meet up for some lunch before returning and preparing for an afternoon on the beach.

He was delighted to see the sun high in the sky, barely a whisper of wind, and knew that it would be a perfect afternoon for stripping down to the bare minimum and lazing on the warm sand — and he could think of few better companions with which to do this.

They drove in to town where Maria and Marnie were to be dropped off before Des headed to the University. He was a little surprised when the girls said that they would make their own way back, but agreed, knowing that taking a taxi would be no problem. He assumed that, as they were cooking, they wanted to get cold or frozen items back as quickly as possible.

They agreed to meet back at the flat at about 1.30 for a light lunch before they headed down to the beach. Des made his own way to his work, but with little appetite for it — resenting every minute which it was stealing from him.

One o’clock couldn’t arrive soon enough, and after a few moments saying farewell to his colleagues, he made his way to the car and headed for the flat. With sun streaming down, he opened the window, turned up the music and relaxed into the drive, barely able to wait until he saw Marnie again.

During the drive, he reflected on the nature of the relationship between the three of them, and came to some quite odd conclusions. Despite the sexual activity which had taken place, he could only see their relationship as something incredibly pure.

There was a love between the three of them which transcended normal social mores. Sex was not lust, it was not sordid — it was simply a physical representation of their feelings — their desire that they should all make each other happy.

On both occasions, it had been almost celebratory — building slowly to allow each of them to reach pleasure in their own way. It had also been different — in pace, in style, in passion. It was quite simple — they were all here for pleasure, and they were all determined to have that pleasure on their own terms.

The other factor was the lack of jealousy. Simply, it didn’t exist — not between the two girls, between him and either of them — again, the purity — absent of negative feelings and full of the give and take which so characterizes any loving relationship.

On arriving at the flat, Des was delighted to find that lunch was prepared and both girls had bags packed for the beach. They all ate sparsely, Maria advising that this would be best considering the plans for the evening meal. After eating, Des went and changed into shorts and t-shirt, grabbed a beach towel and was ready to go.

Both girls had chosen to wear shorts and vest tops, and looked — of course — stunning. Walking together, they made their way across the beach, finding a pleasant, secluded area to settle. Maria was well planned, as Des had come to expect, and produced drinks from her bag — essential in light of the weather.

Looking around, Maria decided it was time to wear something a little more appropriate, and in a single, fluid movement, she pulled the vest over her head. The bikini top below was well filled, and offered a level of coverage which was … well … sufficient. Des couldn’t help thinking that if she tried to run or jump, her boobs would have popped out almost instantly. Seeming to read his mind, she smiled, looked at her breasts, and said:

‘I’ll be careful, but if they escape, so be it’.

Des and Marnie laughed as Maria undid her shorts and slipped them down her legs to reveal two triangles held together with string. Again, Des couldn’t help thinking that a quick pull on the string at her hips, and a quick pull on the one in the centre of her back — and … well ..he really should stop thinking.

Settling herself on a towel, Maria looked at Marnie and Des.

‘Well — come on. Make the most of it.’ Des and Marnie looked at each other, and simultaneously reached for their tops and lifted them over their heads. Des, of course, wore nothing underneath, while Marnie wore a more substantial top than Maria’s, but which could still do nothing to hide her magnificent body.

Des sat wearing the bathing shorts he had walked down in — one of the joys of being male. Marnie unclipped and slipped off her shorts. Des watched, captivated, as she bent forward, her long legs enhanced, and the grace of every movement seeming almost feline.

As he watched, Des could not stop himself from reflecting back to the previous evening, and as he did so, he felt himself begin to harden, wanting nothing more than to be between those thighs again, and wondering if the night would bring another session of passionate love making.

Once again, Maria demonstrated her uncanny ability to read his mind and giggled.

‘Bad boy. After the dinner we got planned, you’ll barely be able to move, let alone fuck her’.

Des looked up at her —

‘Now — why would you think that’s what I’m thinking? I was actually thinking about how lucky I am. There’s not a man within a thousand miles of here who wouldn’t swap places with me right now’.

Maria gave him a cynical, knowing look, but accepted his effort to offer an innocent excuse for his leering. They all sat back, relaxing into a companionable silence.

This lasted for about fifteen minutes, before Maria sat up, as if remembering an essential engagement.

‘Photoshoot’. She cried.

Opening her bag, she retrieved Des’s camera and an appropriate prime lens. Des looked at her.

‘That’s right,’ she said, ‘photoshoot. Here we are, fabulous backdrop, model on hand, and you’re just sitting there. Come on Marnie — bikini shoot!’

Marnie sat up and looked at her, apparently happy with the arrangement, but Des had an extra idea:

‘Don’t you mean two models?’

Maria looked at him, and appeared taken aback — she hadn’t expected this, but had no real reason to refuse. She shrugged, looked at Marnie, apparently expecting some dissent from her, but none came.

Des took the camera and moved away from them while he checked the various settings and took a couple of test shots. Marnie and Maria had gone into a huddle, apparently discussing the shoot, but Des decided he should take control a little — after all, this was his area of expertise.

‘Ok — we’ll do a quick ten minutes or so with each of you individually. Marnie — you know what you’re doing — do your own thing. Maria — watch Marnie and try to copy the poses, but just relax and enjoy yourself. After that, both together. Start off by mirroring each other, then we’ll try some nice asymmetrical shapes, different heights — you know the kind of thing — just about 15 minutes of that –and at the end, last ten minutes — entirely up to you — send me away with pictures that you want me to remember you by. No pressure — just relax and have fun.’

Des returned to the towels and Marnie moved away to the place Des indicated, framed by the cliffs to her left and the sea to her right.

‘OK — you stay on that spot — I’ll move around you to change the background.’

And so they started, Marnie dropping from pose to pose as Des shot off picture after picture, moving around her as he did so, pausing only to offer suggestions or to direct her to kneel or sit or lie as he wanted. For both, it was a totally professional experience, enhanced by their clear knowledge of one other.

Next came Maria’s turn. She was unsure whether both were, in fact, trying to set her up, or make her feel uncomfortable, but as she looked at them, all she saw were encouraging smiles. As she thought further about it, she recognised it as their way of including her.

Des wanted to involve her just as much as Marnie, and she felt the same. So why not? From that moment, she relaxed, and as she stood before the camera, felt incredibly comfortable as her body contorted into the shapes in which she had so often seen Marnie. Her only problem was her bikini top, which, as Des had thought when she first revealed it, had some difficulty containing her ample bosom.

All three laughed as she kept hastily adjusting herself, until Des finally stopped her and said:

‘Look — it’s not a rare problem — just try to stretch a little less in some of the poses and make sure you’re comfortable. Relax. I don’t want to see you all tense — I want to remember you having fun’.

Embarrassment was not the problem, of course, as she had no qualms about being topless with either of them — it was simply her concern about ruining the shot by looking down or turning a sexy pose into something that was just plain comical. Therefore, she stopped trying to copy Marnie and was simply herself, wearing the clothing she felt comfortable in, in ways in which she felt comfortable. Just as she was starting to enjoy herself, Des called a halt.

‘OK — both together’.

Marnie moved over to Maria, and together they continued to pose — smiling, laughing, embracing — exactly what Des wanted — two close friends sharing their closeness.

All of a sudden, there was a mood change. All Des had noticed was that Marnie had stopped looking at the camera. No problem there — it was often a useful technique.

It started with a tickle. Marnie tickling Maria just below the ribs. She squirmed and squealed her delight and disapproval and immediately returned the tickle. It was the kind of game they had probably played in the past, maybe as teenagers on sleepovers, and despite the shrieks of admonishment and idle name calling, neither was truly bothered — they enjoyed it — and so did Des, finding it wonderful photographic material, and more than a little erotic.

Then the inevitable happened. One of Maria’s tits fell out. Through her giggling, Des could her pleading with Marnie to stop. She didn’t. Maria went for the only option left to her — while Marnie tickled her, she undid her top.

Marnie sprang back, eyes wide, breath heavy from exertion, hands folded across her body to keep the top in place as shoulder straps fell to her elbows and the straps from behind fell to her sides. Maria was also giggling, staring directly into Marnie’s eyes, hands on her hips, not bothering to hide the escaped boob.

Marnie looked at Des, a wild look which he had not seen before, and then back at Maria. Des had lowered the camera, not wishing to take photographs which might upset either of them. Marnie looked at him again and raised her eyebrows — her meaning clear — ‘keep shooting’.

He raised the camera once again, and as he did so, Marnie turned to face him, and pulled both hands away, along with her top, which she flung aside (providing him with a wonderful ‘action’ shot. She turned to Maria, grappling with her again, both apparently getting a second wind and ready to recommence their ‘play-fight’.

This time, Marnie had just one aim, which she achieved with ease — pulling the string to undo the bow holding Maria’s top in place. No pause for effect this time. Maria lost her top easily and the tickling continued, Des feeling the tumescence in his groin growing as the topless girls giggled and rolled on the sand, stopping to get back to their feet, then grappling again.

With a movement so swift that Des missed it completely (although his camera later showed it with total clarity), Marnie unfastened the bow at the side of Maria’s bikini briefs. As they continued to struggle, Maria slowly lost her final item of clothing, leaving her totally naked. Not something she was going to take lightly.

She grabbed Marnie’s briefs and attempted to pull, as Marnie struggled to retain her only remaining item of clothing. It was only a matter of time. As Marnie crawled away, Maria kept her hold and Marnie was as naked as she was. It was the signal for a truce. Both standing, panting as Des continued to shoot photo after photo.

On the deserted beach, there was no need to cover up, so neither of them bothered. Maria looked up at Des, camera held to one side, and said, simply:

‘Enough.’

She walked over to him and took the camera, replacing it carefully in her bag. As she took the camera, Marnie walked towards Des, finishing right in front of him. She looked right into his eyes and placed a hand on his cheek, caressing him gently. Her hand dropped slowly — until — with a movement so swift that Des was totally unable to react, she grabbed the front of his shorts — just as Maria, who had moved behind him, grabbed the waistband at the back. Before he could move, his shorts were round his ankles, his semi-erect cock fully on display, and Marnie and Maria were giggling heartily and high-fiving each other.

He saw no alternative but to step out of them and smile, joining in the good natured stripping which had landed them all naked on a public beach. Walking towards him, each girl took a hand and turned him around.

‘Skinny dip’, yelled Maria, and Des felt his arms tugged as he joined their headlong dash into the sea.

Some twenty minutes later, they walked, breathless, smiling and unembarrassed back towards their pile of towels and clothes. From the sea, they had noticed one or two people starting to encroach on ‘their’ beach, and the magical spell which seemed to place them outside the ‘real’ world had once again been broken.

They dried rapidly and slipped back into their clothing — neither girl bothering with their sand-filled bikini and offering Des yet another erotic image as their unfettered breasts bobbed beneath their tops, both with nipples proudly erect due to the cold of the water and the gentle sea breeze.

As they walked slowly back to the flat, allowing time for showers and changing before Marnie and Maria started cooking, Des reflected on the fact it was to be their final night together. He was desperate for it to be memorable, but realised he had no control over that.

He felt Marnie’s fingers entwine with his, then, to his surprise, felt Maria’s hand slip through his arm, and realised that he simply didn’t care what happened tonight. These three days would remain forever branded into his memory as a time of friendship, closeness and sheer joy which he had never known before, nor would ever know in the future.

The Last Night?

Marnie showered first, while Maria busied herself in the kitchen. Des had been told, in no uncertain terms, that his help was not wanted, and all he needed to do was to sit and watch TV or, if he preferred, go to his bedroom and read a book. If he wanted anything, such as coffee or juice, he had only to ask. He was not to leave his seat, other than to visit the toilet.

After Marnie’s shower, she and Maria briefly discussed how the cooking was progressing before Maria disappeared to wash off the sand and salt water. Des remained seated, watching the news, but feeling utterly detached from the mundane dealings of Parliament and the outside world. His mind was elsewhere — nowhere in particular — just elsewhere — deliberately blank to avoid reflection on what might be forthcoming later in the evening, and not daring to raise his expectations.

Only when Maria shouted to tell him the shower was free did he snap back to reality, and only when she told him that this evening’s meal would require formal dress did he begin to consider that there just might be a plan to which he, as yet, was not party.

He stripped and stepped into the powerful waterjets, needing to wash off sand and salt, and desperate to be totally clean and hygienic — he had always hated the thought that he might smell bad to others, and so this process was crucial to him. He washed his hair first, then moved on to his body, ensuring that every inch was clean. He paid special attention to his penis — rolling back the foreskin, washing his glans with care, and already feeling a slight tension there — not enough to count as an erection, but enough for it to extend in length, looking (he felt) quite impressive — especially after the shrivelling effect of the sea water. He then washed between his legs, moving round to his buttocks, washing deep into the cleft to ensure that any visible (or touchable) areas were spotless.

On a whim, he grabbed a razor and ran it quickly around his pubic region. He liked the ‘shaved’ look, but the last thing he wanted was stubble — so a quick top up would be sensible. Almost as an afterthought, he also shaved his chin. Running his fingers across the shaved area, he felt the smoothness he wanted. Finally, a rinse of the hair and he was ready. He towelled himself vigorously, folded the towel neatly and hung it over the radiator before walking naked across the hall to his room.

He debated what to wear. What, precisely did they mean by ‘formal’? Obviously not last night’s penguin suit, but something smart, smooth and which showed clear respect for the effort they were making.

Dark trousers — blue — ironed. Shirt — white? No. Pale blue. No. Black. Yes. Stylish, smart but different. Not as if he were just going to work. Tie? No — too much. Hmm ..second thoughts — yes. Basic pre-requisite of the ‘formal’ man’s attire. Dark blue again? Yes. Definitely. And shoes. The black ones. Standard. Brushing his hair quickly, he was ready.

He returned directly to the main living room, sitting again in front of the TV, channel-hopping until he found, to his delight, a football match to occupy him. As he watched, he enjoyed the magnificent aromas emanating from the kitchen. Suddenly the door flew open and Maria rushed in.

‘She’s driving me mad in there. A kitchen is no place for two people. That’s why we take it in turns at home.’

Des smiled, well used to the fact that cooking often causes arguments. Maria sat down, simmering gently while Des smiled, not wanting to speak for fear that he might become the object of her irritation. Breathing deeply to control her mood, Maria finally slumped back into the seat, eyes closed. Then, suddenly, she sat forward, leaning towards Des, with a beaming smile on her face.

‘Anyway,’ she said, ‘dinner will be half an hour or so — I think it’ll all take care of itself now — and we’re going to get changed. Could you just pop some cutlery on the table and any other bits you want — mats, candelabra — whatever. I’ll be out in 20 minutes — as for her ladyship — well — if she’s not here, we’ll just get on with it.’

So saying, she stood and left the room, collecting Marnie on the way past and carrying on a muttered disagreement which had transformed into giggles by the time they got to the room and into belly laughs as they shut the door and started what sounded like a pillow fight.

After a few minutes, things settled down as they, presumably, started to get changed. Des busied himself setting the table. He was unable to find a candle holder, but stood a couple of candles (not that they were necessary) on saucers and popped down to the garden to collect some flowers for a vase. Having added these trimmings, cutlery was laid out — and as Des had no idea if there was a starter or dessert and if there was, what they were, rather than create individual place settings, he simply put the whole lot into a large bowl from which it could be selected.

He sat again, now interested in the football, though not really bothered about the outcome and continued watching until the door opened and Maria walked in.

Once again, she looked stunning. Nothing extravagant, just a short ‘little, black dress’, stockings below (he assumed, though maybe tights) and stilettos. Simple, lovely. As she came in, Des told her how lovely she looked, and she smiled in recognition of the compliment. He apologised for the lack of place settings, but Maria quickly reassured him that what he had done was fine.

Then, she pinned him with her stare.

‘Listen. It’s taken me bloody ages to get her to wear the outfit she’s in. She looks fantastic. Make sure you tell her.’

It was more a command than a request, and she seemed rather uptight about the whole thing. Then she relaxed and smiled.

‘Sorry. I know you will make her feel a million dollars, but I’ve tried so hard to get her to wear something different to normal, it’s got to work!’.

Des was well aware of Marnie’s more conservative dress style, even to the point of not wanting to wear anything above the knee. He guessed that Maria had insisted she challenge herself a little. At that moment, the door handle turned.

Marnie looked grumpy, and it was clear that Maria had talked her into the dress she wore. Had it not been for her natural catwalk grace, Des suspected she would have flounced in like a moody teenager in a bridesmaid’s dress. As it was, she looked stunning.

Maria had chosen red chiffon for her. It floated over one shoulder in translucent layers, covering her breasts before dropping lower to the back, meeting, Des correctly guessed, in the small of her back, a little above her buttocks. In layers again, it drifted to about seven inches above her knee, where the ever reducing covers offered a tantalising view of her thighs. Her legs were bare, and the scarlet fabric set off her tan to perfection.

To complete the outfit, she too wore high heeled shoes — this time red. For a moment, Des was speechless and simply stared, wide-eyed. This did little to help Marnie’s mood as she took his look to be one of horror. It was not until Maria nudged him that he realised he needed to open his mouth.

‘You look unbelievable … awesome … stunning … sorry. I can’t think of anything else to say. Tonight, you must be the most beautiful woman in the world.’

‘Oi’, said Maria, reminding Des that she was there too, and leaving him totally flustered trying to find a good save for his comment. Then she laughed, making it clear that she was more amused than offended. Marnie also seemed to relax, allowing herself to smile as she moved into the room with a gentle rustle of fabric and rippling motion from the dress.

‘Ok. You sit down’, Maria directed Des, ‘and you come to the kitchen with me,’ she told Marnie.

Doing as he was bid, Des took his seat, while Marnie and Maria went to the kitchen. They returned carrying dishes, making several trips, finally bringing plates and setting them on the table. They sat eventually, and lifted the lid off each dish, revealing what Des knew as a ‘traditional Sunday roast’. It was his favourite meal. Roast beef, Yorkshire pudding, roast potatoes, vegetables, gravy — precisely what he enjoyed the most. The cooking wasn’t perfect, but it was very good indeed. All from scratch and all exactly what he needed after the earlier frolics on the beach.

All three of them tucked in heartily, finally setting down their cutlery when almost everything had been polished off. Marnie and Maria set about clearing the table, loading the dishwasher as they went. Despite Des’s protestations, he was not allowed to lift a finger, so relaxed and enjoyed himself watching these two wonderful women waft in and out of the room.

When they were finished, his thoughts turned to dessert, hoping it would be nothing too filling. On their return, however, he had no such worries. They were each carrying a bowl, one large, with strawberries piled high, the other full of liquid chocolate. Returning quickly to the kitchen, Maria collected another bowl — this time full of cream. Des had no idea how they could possibly eat all of the chocolate or cream, but decided it was hardly an issue.

‘I know’, cried Maria, ‘let’s sit on the floor and have a picnic. We can stick some music on and relax.’ And so they did!

Des watched in some amusement as they tried to sit elegantly on the rug, avoiding flashing their panties at him. Marnie accomplished it with her natural grace, while Maria tried initially (much to the amusement of both Marnie and Des), but eventually gave up, and offered Des a marvellous flash of black silk, stocking tops and suspenders which proved unbelievably sexy, particularly as it was only partly accidental. Des loved the fact that there was no jealousy between them. Despite the events of the previous evenings, their closeness remained undiminished.

It showed, Des felt, a purity in the relationship which the three of them shared, the sex based on fun and pleasure, rather than being in any way sordid — just a physical expression of closeness, setting it apart from so many of his previous experiences. There was no feeling of ‘possession’ attached — simply something which was ‘right’.

They started on the strawberries — some dipped in chocolate, some in cream, some in both — laughing at the difficulties of eating in this way as faces became smeared with the sticky dips. It was inevitable really, and Des wondered if it was deliberate, that one of them would end up with something down their clothes. It was equally inevitable that it would be him! Looking at the large smear of cream down his shirt, both girls gave a roar of laughter — maybe it was unfortunate that at that moment, Maria was also about to eat an especially well loaded strawberry.

The chocolate and cream mixture elongated, then broke away, falling directly onto her bare cleavage and sliding down between her breasts. She gasped as the cold liquid dribbled down and looked up with a stony face at the other two, giggling helplessly at her predicament.

Des knew what was going to happen next. Scooping up cream with two fingers, Maria fixed Marnie with a glare. ‘Right — your turn’. As she flicked her fingers, the cream arced toward Marnie and landed directly on her right eye and slowly started to dribble down her cheek. Now Maria and Des were laughing and Maria barely managed to gasp,

‘You look like someone gave you an enormous facial’.

Their guffaws were renewed, but Marnie was up for it. Scooping first chocolate, then cream, she let Maria have both barrels. And so it was — food fight. Suddenly, Maria screamed:

‘STOP’.

It had the desired effect.

‘Marnie — we can’t ruin these dresses’.

So saying, she grabbed the one shoulder of Marnie’s creation and yanked it down her arm. Marnie gasped, then her own arm shot forward and pulled open the zip of Maria’s dress. Both seemed to see this as a good idea, so stripped to their underwear quickly — and what underwear! Maria wore brief black silk panties, silk stockings and suspenders. No bra. With the stilettos still in place, it was an awesome sight. Meanwhile, Marnie wore red silk French style panties with black lace details, and a strapless bra to match.

Des’s eye roved from one to the other, until he realised that both were looking at him. He also realised it was his turn to undress, and he stripped down to his black shorts which barely concealed the tumescence beneath.

Then, it was back to the food fight, with chocolate and cream flying, hands being used to smear bodies, leaving each of them a pale, brown, shining — and slippery mass. Gradually the wrestling became more tactile.

Maria hooked her fingers into Marnie’s bra, flipping out her breasts which were, briefly gleaming and pale before Maria placed her hands squarely upon them, leaving handprints which she and Des found highly amusing. Removing her bra, Marnie grabbed Maria’s panties, pulling them to her knees before spinning her round, and spanking her right buttock once with a resounding slap, leaving another perfect handprint.

In seconds, both were naked — Maria deciding the stockings were no longer alluring as a soggy mess. Then, of course, both turned on Des, dragging his shorts down and making certain that his semi-erection was also coated in delicious chocolate cream.

Shortly after, with all of them covered from head to toe, they stopped and lay gasping and giggling on the floor. Had they been able to see, there is no question that all would have been flushed and sweating.

Maria raised herself onto one elbow and winked across at Des. Marnie was lying sprawled with closed eyes.

‘It seems a shame to waste all this food,’ said Maria.

Then, to Des: ‘Come on.’

She knelt up and bent over Marnie, starting at her shoulder, licking away the chocolate. Des did the same on the opposite side. After a second’s tension, Marnie relaxed as they moved to her throat, and gave a little wriggle, almost purring as both worked down, reaching her breasts.

As the upper part became clear, both Maria and Des started to work on her nipples — licking and sucking well after the chocolate was well cleared. At one point, Maria looked up at Des, a look of pure sensuality, seeking his reaction as she calmly and lasciviously aroused Marnie with her tongue. When both nipples were erect and firm, they proceeded to the underside of her breasts, working down to her stomach, then her thighs.

Avoiding her most intimate area, they worked, quickly, down the outside of her legs before returning, more slowly up towards her inner thighs. Teasing with their tongues, both flicked towards her lips, as Marnie let forth a gentle moan, allowing her thighs to part exposing herself as much as possible.

Des buried his face between Marnie’s thighs, licking her juices as they blended with the chocolate, pushing her lips apart with his tongue so he could flick her clitoris with it. He brought his hands up behind her legs, his fingers reaching upwards to pull her lips wide apart, allowing him full access to her inner parts, and making it possible for him to insert two fingers inside her.

Meanwhile, Maria had returned to her breasts and was sucking her nipples hungrily. Pausing for breath, Des looked up and caught Maria’s eye. He wondered if they had ever made love together before and decided probably not. He wondered if they would ever do it again.

Reaching down, Maria gently pushed Des aside, and made her own way down. She was determined it would be her who gave Marnie her final orgasm, and so she did, licking furiously and rubbing with her fingers, probably using the techniques she used on herself. Marnie orgasmed loud and long. She looked down and registered some shock, but no real surprise to see Maria’s head between her thighs.

Looking further, she could see Des lying below Maria, who was on her knees. He was also using his tongue, licking her while his hands pulled her buttocks wide apart. Marnie disengaged herself, and moved around, preparing to work on Des’s throbbing cock. As she began to suck him, she looked up and saw every intimate detail of Maria displayed before her. They had often seen each other naked, but never before had they taken in this amount of detail. Marnie found it thoroughly absorbing — almost hypnotic, despite it being a sight which she would never have any desire to see under normal circumstances.

She re-focused to Des’s cock, still listening as her friend built towards a loud orgasm and watching her pussy gleam and glisten as the slippery lubricant increased its flow. Suddenly, Maria exploded — moaning loudly as she gave full vent to her pleasure.

As she moved forward off Des’s tongue, she looked around to see Marnie hard at work sucking Des, and as they looked at each other, they recognised that they had each crossed lines in their friendship and really didn’t care. In fact, they giggled — not easy (as Marnie found) with a mouth full of hard cock. Maria moved round to join Marnie, stroking Des gently and cupping his balls in her hand, while her fingers slid lower, sliding between his buttocks.

When it came, Des’s orgasm was strong and caused Marnie to gag as his semen hit the back of her throat. She pulled back, swallowing reflexively and Maria quickly moved in to enclose the throbbing glans with her mouth, sucking until Des thought his balls would be totally drained and shrivelled to nothing.

Marnie and Maria kneeled up, gasping and looking at each other as if aware that they had reached new heights of intimacy, as they had. Des leaned up on an elbow so he could see them both. All three surveyed the mess they had made and started to laugh.