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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-ing Times (Part 2 of 3)

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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