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previously titled Love Times Three and published in 1999
(under the pseudonym Dave Lester) and it has now been
partially re-written (and improved I hope).

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Here is the unusual but true story about how I got involved in
a three way relationship.  For many years I have been close
friends with the three ladies mentioned and we had great fun
looking back and talking about the pieces that formed our
relationship.  This story is built from some of those pieces and,
except for a little embellishment to make it more enjoyable to
read, this is a reasonably accurate account from my (male)
perspective. Hopefully, one day the ladies may write their own
versions. We are Australian and although I have tried to
remove the influence of local dialect some may remain -
consider it local colour (color).  The ladies involved have read
this story, provided some critique and consented to me
publishing it.  

Tri-Times  (Part 2)

Living with two girls in the townhouse was a new experience
for me and after some growing pains, a few minor tiffs and
misunderstandings they had me house broken.  Carol and Julie
reestablished their old school friendship pretty quickly and in
some ways made me feel like I had moved into their home,
rather than the other way around.  I didn't mind at all as life in
general was pretty good. We all had good jobs and there was
nothing any of us wanted or needed. Carol and I were in a
loving relationship and Julie was best friend to each of us.
Shelley kept in touch and visited us whenever she could.  I
have always enjoyed female company so I was happy and
content.  


Carol and I enjoyed a very active and satisfying love life and
we were well matched, both of us being  adventurous, caring
and sensual.  Julie said she didn't want anyone in her life
romantically as she had come out of a very bad relationship
just before moving in with Shelley.  Julie made it very clear
that Carol and I were to behave as if she wasn't there.  We
treated her as part of our family and that meant she had to put
up with us smooching and carrying on around her.  If things
got too much Julie wasn't shy about throwing a sofa cushion
at us or similar chastisement.  

Julie and I shared a special bond that went beyond sharing a
house.  We shared each others lives and in some ways I was a
mixture of her boyfriend, father, brother and best friend. 
Shortly after she agreed to move in we had a long talk about
what we had shared and wondered whether it would be
possible for her to live with us without any embarrassment or
jealousy arising.  We agreed not to tell Carol as we both felt
other people, except Shelley, would have difficulty
understanding what we had been doing was just for fun and
sexual relief.

After some initial uncertainty Julie and I were able to share
friendly hugs and kisses and a few times she quietly sought me
out to cry on my shoulder over work and other issues.  Carol
was aware of all this and was equally supportive and caring of
Julie so as time passed we all drew closer together.

Although I loved Carol, every now and then I would
remember my experiences with Julie and Shelley and in private
I would relive the solo pleasures attached to my memories. 
One Saturday afternoon when Carol was at her office to clear
some urgent matters Julie surprised me by getting home a day
early from a business trip.  She more than surprised me, she
caught me on the balcony enjoying the sun and reliving the
memories of those rather different and unique times. Without a
sound she left me to my pleasures and I had no idea she was
home, let alone that she had seen me masturbating in the sun.

I was in no hurry and when I heard the microwave oven chime
announce it was time to turn over the food I was defrosting I
decide to dash downstairs, attend to the microwave and then
return to finish off.  As I was passing Julie's room on my way
downstairs I heard movement and breathing through her open
door.  Glancing inside I stood naked, fully erect and transfixed
as Julie lay wet, spread and fingers busy before me.  Never
before had I seen her intimately as close as this.  She saw me
and an unspoken understanding passed between us.  As I
stood at the door I gripped my surging cock and we brought
ourselves to intense climaxes.  I came first and my seed arced
through the air to land on her thigh.  Julie drew her free hand
through it and spread the little warm puddle across her skin
just before she rotated her hips and moaned deeply as she
deftly and skilfully brought on and then held herself within
orgasm, her fingers slowly drawing over and around her lips as
she worked her way up and then coasted down the slopes of
pleasure.  For more than a minute I stood and watched, my
hand still slowly stroking my semi-erect cock, as she came
down and began to relax.  As she focussed her eyes on me I
smiled reassuringly and she mouthed the words thank you.  So
as not to spoil the moment I blew her a kiss, got one in return
and went downstairs to take care of the microwave.  When I
came back upstairs her door was closed.  We didn't talk about
what happened but from then on our relationship had an
undercurrent of sexuality and passion not present before.

One day when Carol and I returned home from shopping we
passed by Julie's room on the way to ours and through the
partly open door heard the unmistakable sound of a vibrator. 
Carol went  beet red and looked at me.  I simply held my
fingers to her lips and motioned for her to quietly leave but
before we could Julie's low moan signalled her moment of
bliss had arrived.  Carol was flushed from embarrassment as I
quietly guided her into our room, removed her panties, lay her
on the bed and ate her to a very rapid orgasm of her own.  The
fact she was very wet before my tongue even touched her,
plus the fact she came in under a minute,  told me she was as
excited by Julie's masturbation as I was.  I don't think Julie
knew we heard her that time and we never mentioned it either.

None of us was shy around the house and occasional nudity
was accepted when convenience or necessity required it.  Julie
and I were careful to make sure that if one of us was getting
about partly dressed that Carol was there and aware of it. 
That didn't stop us from teasing each mercilessly and
exchanging the occasional flash or playful tickle and
occasionally something past between us on a deeper level.  

Strangely enough Carol got a kick out of Julie and I playfully
teasing each other. A kind of superiority thing I suppose and a
little like a spoiled child saying I can and you can't, nah nah ne
nah nah.  She admitted one night she liked the idea of seeing
me flirt with Julie and then being able to make love with me
knowing Julie could only dream of doing this.  Upon hearing
this I jokingly said Julie was probably listening to us and
joining in all by herself.  After all if we could hear her, then
maybe she could.... Carol gave me a look that said I had better
shut up.  So I did.

A few weeks later, just after I teased Carol  for about two
hours and eventually let her come  from my tongue on her clit,
she flipped over, placed her pussy back over my face and went
down on me like a demon.  After a few minutes she took me
out of her mouth looked back between her legs and said she
wondered if Julie was really listening to us making love.  I
mumbled that I didn't know and Carol replied that if she was,
she was going to give her something to really get off about
and gave me a head job I still vividly remember. Not to be
outdone I went to work on her literally dripping slit and she
came again just before I did. Carol usually comes only once
each session but when she does come a second time she
becomes totally focussed within. This time she was so caught
up in her own pleasure she didn't back off as I started to
ejaculate and I came deeply and fully within her mouth, an
unusual but very pleasant experience.

Over the next few weeks I worked out that Carol got off on
the thought of Julie masturbating to our love making.  It really
turned her on and I would tease her by whispering in her ear a
description of  how Julie must be pleasuring herself while
performing the same motions for real on Carol's pussy.  

Perhaps as a down side Carol began to more openly show off
our passions to Julie, playfully but deliberately getting me
aroused where Julie could see what was going on, such as on
the sofa, and then taking me off to the bedroom.  I was a little
uncertain about this as I genuinely liked Julie and I was
beginning to notice her becoming more uncomfortable about
sitting through these little episodes.  So one day when Carol
was at work Julie and I talked things over. Somehow we came
up with an entirely improbable, somewhat embarrassing and
erotic solution to the situation.  Looking back now I believe
the only reason we dreamt this up was because of the amount
of blood pounding through our loins instead of our brains.

That night Carol and I were once again engrossed with our
heavy petting and fondling while Julie was watching television. 
The two of us were on the three seat sofa and Julie was sitting
on a two seater.  The sofas were angled toward but not
directly facing each other.  Being horny from my earlier
discussions with Julie and my nerves on edge it took an hour
of kissing, cuddling and caressing for me accept whatever
happened was going to happen at some time. Nonetheless I
was worried at what the outcome might be.

Carol and I were both visibly very aroused. She was flushed
and her nipples pressed urgently against her top while my
shorts did little to disguise the burgeoning erection within.
Each time Carol started to disengage and move toward the
bedroom I stopped her.  Eventually I worked my hand under
her dress and got a finger onto her clit through the leg of her
panties.  She became less interested in moving but clearly
nervous about us going so far. I told her I was confident the
movie soundtrack was covering our activities and that Julie
couldn't see anything from her present position.

It was obvious she felt reassured as Carol's next move was to
fold back the leg of my fairly baggy shorts to gain better
access to me. About half of my cock was exposed but covered
by her hand.  Eventually I deliberately started to massage her
clit in a way I knew would make her come, and quickly at that.
Her passion started to rise as the stimulation overcame her
caution and I now had her half lying and half sitting on the
sofa. Carefully I knelt on the floor and positioned myself
partially in her line of sight to Julie.  Her head was at the end
of the sofa that was the more exposed to Julie's view and from
hips down Carol couldn't be seen unless Julie changed position
and deliberately looked.  As planned Julie pretended to watch
the movie and ignore us, no matter what happened she wasn't
to move until the proper time. Initially Carol closely watched
Julie but soon stopped paying her too much attention as I
resumed my clitoral caresses.  The next step was the important
one.

I began to rapidly rub and finger Carol's entire pussy with my
right hand, keeping enough attention on her clitoris to quickly
build her to orgasm but not enough to let her come until
exactly the right moment.  I had done this lots of times before
and knew exactly what she felt like just before she went over
the edge, and I was careful not to go too far.  I knew if I lifted
my left arm Carol would have an uninterrupted view of where
Julie was sitting. Hopefully the timing was right and after a
couple more minutes I lifted my left arm and put it on the back
of the sofa. A pre-arranged signal.
 
Behind me Julie made a distinctive noise and I pushed Carol
toward the brink of orgasm.  As I felt it begin I gently moved
the hair around Carol's face with my left hand. Instinctively she
opened her eyes and I put my hand back up on the sofa so she
had an unobstructed view of Julie. At this point her body went
quite rigid and then squirmed on the sofa as she lifted her head
onto her right arm and stared intently at Julie.  Prepared by my
pre-arranged signals Julie was supposed to by now be partially
undressed and masturbating while still perched on the other
sofa.  I couldn't see Julie but Carol was absolutely transfixed
by what must have been an incredibly erotic sight.

When she first spotted Julie I think she had just started to go
over the edge into orgasm.  When she worked out what Julie
was doing she kind of froze on the spot with her vagina was
tightly contracted around my  fingertip and her clitoris
remaining hard and prominent.  I stopped rubbing and just
applied gentle pressure as her attention shifted to Julie and we
stayed like this for at least fifteen seconds.  Slowly, so as not
to over stimulate or distract, I began stroking her now
extremely pronounced clit.  It was so pronounced that I could
feel the tip protruding from her hood and my cock leapt to a
new state of hardness from feeling it like this.

Next the most amazing thing happened to Carol.   Her body
started the most powerful and deep orgasm I had ever shared
with her, but her attention was still rivetted on Julie. Carol's
shoulders flushed deep pink and only when the rapidly rising
flush reached her face did she finally close her eyes and draw
in an enormous breath. With a look of intense physical effort
straining her features  she slipped beneath the surface into that
almighty orgasm.  She came for nearly a minute, the longest
continuous orgasm I had ever seen someone experience. 
Huge racking breaths, tightly clenched muscles all over her
body, tears running from her eyes and me gently keeping her
incredibly engorged clitoris stimulated enough to maintain the
fire within, but not too much lest it become uncomfortable.

Just as Carol released one huge breath and took another I
heard a similar noise from behind me and I had to assume Julie
was doing more than simulating her pleasure as I couldn't see
her.  I would have loved to watch Julie but my attention was
on Carol and my attempt to gently prolong her orgasm.  Carol
had started to relax and return to earth when suddenly her
eyes snapped open as reality returned with a thump. She
looked at Julie, at me, then back at Julie again.  Following her
lead I turned my head and upper body to see Julie wearing a
facial expression that said she was still in the throes of
orgasmic bliss. One hand down the front of her panties and the
outline of her fingers drifted slowly under the fabric as she
began to regain her other senses and relax.

Carol looked at me and quietly sat up.  I began to stand up
and move around to sit beside her but my cock was fully erect
and uncomfortably sticking out the leg of my shorts. I couldn't
stand properly and was about to do some penile repositioning
when Carol saw my problem and simply pulled my pants down
and drew me forward by the penis to stand in front of her.

My cock was fully engorged and I desperately needed release. 
After she drew me close enough Carol quite unexpectedly
took me in her mouth. Then to my utter surprise she turned
me sideways so we could both see Julie. I can only assume
Carol intended this to be so for when Julie eventually opened
her eyes she could clearly see my cock in Carol's mouth.  

As she relaxed Julie had been slowly rubbing her pussy
through her panties. Now she stood up and while looking
directly at Carol , slid her panties off and sat back down.  Her
eyes closed as she slowly and gracefully opened her legs to
our combined gaze.  Allowing us an unhindered view for a few
moments Julie then opened her eyes and started to lovingly
and gently explore herself.  
With some shyness Julie alternately closed and opened her
eyes.  When they were open she looked straight at Carol and I,
and most particularly at my cock and what Carol was doing to
me. While watching Julie carol had been holding my erection
against her lips and absent mindedly slipping the head slightly
in and out.  A deliciously pleasurable but not entirely satisfying
sensation for me.

I looked down at Carol and our eyes met momentarily.  She
then closed hers and set about giving me some of the best oral
attention I had ever experienced.  I looked down to watch my
cock slip repeatedly through her hand and in between her lips
as she began pleasuring me in a way she knew would bring me
to climax fairly quickly.  Both Carol and I occasionally glanced
at Julie and I assumed Carol had kept her eyes closed most of
the time to avoid being embarrassed. However I noticed Julie's
eyes continually lifting and lowering, they lingered on each
point she focussed on and after leaning a little to the side I
looked down and saw Carol was massaging her clitoris.
Carol's panties were completely soaked and her fingers circled
across the shiny white material in synch with her mouth rising
and falling on my cock.

I couldn't last long from this amount of stimulation.  Carol's
mouth on my erection, the sight of Julie masturbating and
watching us, the thought and glimpse of Carol rubbing herself
were all to much and I could probably have come from the
mental stimulation alone.  Carol must have sensed me building
and suddenly she backed off, tightly gripping my cock and
leaving me uncomfortably close to coming. It took all my will
power not to finish the job myself with two or three rapid
strokes.

Carol stood up, slipped her own panties off and sat again in
about one second.  Holding my cock against her cheek she
used a slow stroking motion on me with one hand while she
worked her clit in rapid tight circles with the other.  Although
I had seen Carol touch herself before she usually did it without
too much interest. Never had she done so like this in front of
me. She was becoming totally immersed in the heat of her own
passion, occasionally tasting my cock or watching Julie, who
following Carol's lead, was fully spread and openly, almost
proudly, masturbating.  

There was nothing demure about this and both girls were
engrossed in rapidly and forcefully rubbing their pussies. 
Their fingers moved so fast they were literally flashing across
the pink, shiny-wet flesh. Looking down I could see Carol's
finger buried in her slit and her pussy folds wrapped around it
as she slid up and down and around and I started to come just
from this sight alone.  

Carol had her mouth around the side of the head of my cock
and most of my come shot out onto the sofa in the first few
thick jets..  I could hardly stand as Carol, now aware of my
come streaming across her cheek, bobbed my cock head in and
out and around to try and prolong my climax. My cock slid
gently across her lips and I luxuriated in the on-going
sensations.  As my awareness returned I felt her begin to come
again and as orgasm took her she held my cock half way in her
mouth. As she climaxed her face was blurred by a mask
indistinguishable between pleasure and pain.  Carol sat with
her fingers still but pulling her folds back hard against herself
and her exposed  clitoris was again fully engorged and
prominent.  

After several seconds my cock fell from Carol's mouth as she
took several deep breaths and rolled over onto her side to rest
on the sofa.  I looked over at Julie who was still deliciously
fingering her clit. She looked back at me through half closed
eyes just before surrendering to another orgasm of her own.  
As she came I watched her slip a finger along the length of her
slit and press hard on her clit with the base of her middle
finger. With interest I filed away for reference how she used
her palm to press and grind down on her cute little thatch of
pubic hair.  As her orgasm tailed off she curled up on her sofa
and I was left with a sense of bewilderment and wonder, and a
penis that was once again fully erect.

As I stood there I didn't know what to do next. Julie and I
certainly hadn't planned most of this.  We thought Carol would
see Julie playing with herself through her panties, become
embarrassed and take flight for the bedroom. Where I could
hopefully introduce a discussion about Julie's feelings and our
behaviour, preferably after we had made love.  However I was
too stunned to think of anything to say  and so I retired to the
bedroom.  Shortly afterwards Carol joined me, snuggled up,
and went to sleep without a word.  I slept fitfully that night,
unsure of what was going to happen.

Next day,  Friday, we all went to work and due to staggered
departure times, were never all together. Saturday was looking
to be awkward, to say the least.  Carol and I didn't see Julie
on Friday night and so far Carol had not mentioned the
previous night. I wasn't sure if this meant good or bad news
was brewing.  Her behaviour was otherwise normal, as if
nothing had happened.

Saturday arrived and once we were awake and together in the
kitchen I suggested we go grocery shopping. My intention
being that this was a normal activity we usually did together
and would help everyone relax and have time to think about
how to deal with what had happened and what they wanted to
say.

I believed I was going to be in for a rough ride as the two girls
rode their various emotional highs and lows over what had
happened. As things turned out it wasn't really all that bad. 
Carol and I had a talk about what I had gotten out of the
experience and I admitted it was possibly the biggest sexual
thrill I would ever experience.  Carol started to bravely claim
she stayed there and only did it for me as she thought I would
enjoy the experience.   Plainly this was not true, I knew she
had enjoyed it as much as I had and I told her so amongst lots
of kisses, cuddles and holding to reassure her that I still loved
her. I also told her it was OK for her to admit she enjoyed
watching Julie, that I didn't think she was strange for having
done so and it was pretty natural to be curious about other
peoples sexual activities.  Eventually she admitted it was quite
sexy to watch Julie touch herself. 

As we broke our embrace Carol grinned and said she thought
she really gave Julie something to remember and masturbate
over. I assume she was referring to using her mouth on me in
front of Julie.  

Finally we got up the courage to talk things over with Julie
and we all sat in the lounge with coffee and biscuits.   Julie
was really worried Carol would want her out of the
townhouse we shared and had pretty well decided this is what
we were going to say to her.  She was really nervous and
almost crying when we started talking with her. For all of us
our emotions were running riot and we only referred to what
happened as "what happened".  As if a valuable vase or
heirloom had been broken and a it was that we were
discussing.  As we talked my heart went out to both girls and
only then did I realise that I not only loved Carol, but also
Julie, albeit in a different way.  

It took a little while to work out that Julie thought Carol and I
wanted her to move out. Certainly the thought had never
occurred to me and I don't believe Carol had thought far
enough through the implications of last night to have had such
a thought either.  At this stage jealousy didn't surface,
probably because it was hidden behind embarrassment and a
need to skate over things in a rush to return to normal.  Julie
was really relieved and happy to realise she had the wrong
idea. That night we had a pleasant and comfortable night
together. Carol and I were on our best behaviour and Julie
kissed and hugged us tightly when she said good night.  We
never further discussed what transpired that night for quite a
while and soon our sex lives went back to normal. 

Time passed and occasionally when making love I would
touch Carol in a particular way and she would ask me if I
thought Julie might like how this feels.  Once she asked me to
describe what I was seeing and feeling as I watched them both
reach orgasm that night. Several times Carol asked me what
Julie's pussy looked like, could I see her clit, could I rub her
the same way Julie was rubbing herself that night.  This was all
good fun and I suspected Carol was beginning to become
relaxed about and finally enjoy reliving the experience.  Many
times I had masturbated while replaying the images indelibly
etched into my memory and I was glad Carol was not as
concerned as I had feared.

Carol and Julie were perhaps far less concerned with "the
event", as it became known, than I was.   I didn't openly
discuss things in case I upset one or the other of my much
loved house mates. The girls on the other hand, discussed the
issue amongst themselves several times and apparently in great
detail when I wasn't around.  It was during one of those
discussions that my feelings were raised and Julie showed
Carol a magazine article that said every man fantasised about
having sex with two girls at once.  A lot of laughter ensued as
they concluded I could cross that one off my list and mark it
"mission accomplished".  At that point I came in through the
back door and asked what the joke was.  Carol showed me the
magazine and while giggling asked me if I thought "the event"
qualified.  Showing a degree of mock concentration I said no,
because most guys wanted to get laid by two woman in the
one session, and as I technically hadn't gotten laid "the event"
didn't qualify.  Next I made one of those immortal gaffs and
added the line, "now if you're thinking of a birthday gift". 
Carol's giggling ended and she poked her tongue out at me.  I
could tell she wasn't pleased.  This little exchange, meant in
jest by all of us, was to fundamentally change our relationship
as my birthday really was coming up on the following
weekend.

For my birthday Carol and Julie both gave me gifts over
breakfast and said they wanted just the three of us to quietly
celebrate my birthday and had arranged dinner and the theatre
that night.  This was fine with me as I loved when we spent
time just enjoying each others company. After lunch Julie and
Carol went upstairs for a short while.  Only Carol returned and
straddling my lap asked where Julie was.  I said I didn't know
and Carol said in that case she had better give me her other
present now and kissed me deeply.  

I carried Carol upstairs and gently lowered "my gift" onto the
bed.  Removing the wrapping was just getting interesting
when she sat up, said "Look" and pointed through the window
to the balcony.  On the sun lounge I could see a big red bow, a
pair of red panties and a page with writing on it.  With Carol
leading we went out on the balcony and read the page.  It said
"Follow the panty trail" and had an arrow drawn on it.  I
looked where the arrow had initially pointed and sure enough
there was a pair of mauve panties and another arrow. Carol
didn't follow me downstairs, saying she had to use the
bathroom but to go on without her. The panty trail led around
the house and even the garage. Every third pair had a little
note and a simple gift wrapped up in them.  

The trail led back upstairs and when I read the next note it said
"How much do you like Silk, Satin and, " another arrow
pointed back out to the balcony.  A pair of dark blue silk
panties now rested where the first pair of red ones had been. 
The note inside said "Lace?" Yet another arrow pointed back
into our bedroom.

I couldn't believe my eyes when, as they adjusted from the
bright outside light, I found Carol and Julie dressed in the silk
housecoats I gave them as welcome home presents when each
first moved in. Carol's coat was black and Julie's white. When
I looked at them I said I loved silk.  Carol then lay back on the
bed and invitingly let one leg fall aside to reveal black lace
panties.  Julie then crawled across the bed, her rump swishing
to reveal the white satin panties she was wearing.  "Satin and
Lace" Julie giggled as she rolled and sat up beside Carol.

Carol then said "Happy Birthday" and held her arms out to
me, guiding me to lie between them. I quickly gathered this
was supposed to be a them-give, me-take experience, but I
enjoy giving as much, and probably even more, than receiving.
I successfully altered their little plan when I said the biggest
gift would be if I could unwrap each present and eat the
contents to see if they were as tasty as the wrappings.

They hadn't expected this as they had already planned for
Carol to fuck me to orgasm while Julie helped with the
preliminaries. My desired variation really threw them as they
hadn't thought I could want anything more than two mouths
and two pairs of hands all over my body and cock.  They
hadn't planned for me to do much to them, if anything at all. 


With a little sweet talking and some persuasion in the form of
a finger gently sweeping above the damp spot on Carol's 
black lace panties, they finally agreed.   I choose Carol to be
first as I guessed if I could get Julie to help me bring Carol off,
Carol would more readily help or at least allow me to bring
Julie to orgasm.  I didn't really need any assistance but I
wanted each to feel they were the centre of attention and be
totally involved in each others pleasure.

With only a little encouragement Julie happily began to caress
Carol's arms and tummy, gently stroking all those places that I
wished I could touch and caress if I had an extra two hands.  I
hate rushing things and I was in seventh heaven  as I kissed
and nibbled, pinched and tickled my way around Carol.  Julie
and I soon fell into a rhythm where we could supplement each
others touch on Carol with a kiss or caress, making each
movement a little concerto of pleasure for her.

After some initial nerves Carol was soon well into her pleasure
zone. We had been making love to her for half an hour and
had not yet touched her vulva, although she had been trying to
get me to since not long after Julie and I eased her panties off. 
Carol was wet.... not just wet but soaking.  As I spread her
thighs her lips were swollen to the point of being puffy.  Her
wetness was spread across her inner thighs and as she opened
to my touch her petals separated enough for me to see her clit
sitting fat and prominent at the top of her glistening flesh.

I didn't encourage Julie to touch Carol erotically, other than in
"neutral" sexual territory, but as I moved to use my tongue on
Carol's pussy Julie watched with a look of love and passion. 
Carol groaned and rolled her hips back and upwards as my
first touch of her pussy this night was my tongue slipping the
length of her folds and settling firmly over her clitoris.  She
sank further into pleasure as I worked my tongue firmly
around her delicious womanhood.  Before long I felt her arch
her back a little as something else added to her stimulation and
I looked up to see Julie slowly slipping Carol's left nipple in
and out of her mouth.  Carol's nipple looked hard, puckered 
and dark - a sure sign her usually pink buttons were sending
their own messages of bliss to her.

As Julie moved into a more comfortable position her legs
moved apart and I glimpsed the wetness gathered between the
legs of her panties.  As mush as I wanted to reach out and
touch her I didn't for fear of shifting Carol's awareness.  Julie
caught my glance and reached down to run a finger along the
outline of her labia but I reached out and gently her hand
before it found its intended target.

The combined ministrations of Julie and I brought Carol to an
intense, long and profoundly deep orgasm.  The waves of
pleasure were almost visible as they rippled through her.  She
flushed  deep pink, almost purple on her breasts and neck.  I
clamped my mouth over and around her sex while pressing my
tongue hard against her clitoris, applying a constant pressure
while holding her hips immobile with my hands and forearms.
Julie continued to gently suckle her nipple, rolling the other
between long sensuous fingers.  Carol's orgasm went through
several waves, each one slightly less intense than the preceding
one, each new wave being triggered by the combination of
Julie and I working our gentle magic on her.

........ to be continued in Tri-ing Times (Part 3)

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