Author: Pescador del Valle
Title: Boy Meets Girl Meets Girl
Part: Chapter 13 of 25
Universe: PdV's Boy Meets Girl Meets Girl
Summary: A romantic view of the unusual erotic encounters
         of three older teenagers
Keywords: mfF, oral, F-solo, f-solo, exhib, toys, rom
Language: English
Copyright: 2003

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Cilla, Sonia and I had forged an unlikely three-way 
relationship recently culminating in the loss of Cilla's 
and my virginities with Sonia's assistance.  It was the 
weekend and my spare time had been organised for me.

WARNING : Some practices detailed in this story should 
remain just that - fiction.  If you can't distinguish 
between fantasy and a danger to yourselves and others, 
please stay out of motor vehicles.

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SATURDAY
========

Well I had now been introduced to the rest of Cilla's 
family - Jean (decidedly frosty reception) and John, 
identical twins Andrew and Greg, Ron Jr and little Andrea 
plus her parents Ron and Ruby.

Jean must have spoken to her parents because they seemed 
somewhat distant at first although they did appear to 
give me the benefit of the doubt and by the end of lunch 
had considerably thawed towards me.  Even Jean was 
friendly enough.

All because I had been spending time with Sonia at school 
during the week.  Jean had noticed our behaviour and 
thought that I was being "unfaithful" to her sister.  
What she couldn't understand was why her sister had 
suddenly started spending so much time with her "rival" 
herself.  They had even gone shopping together on 
Thursday afternoon!

What Jean didn't realise was that Cilla and Sonia were as 
much an item as Sonia and I, or Cilla and I.

Regardless, I enjoyed most of the morning; the younger 
kids were noisy and persistently "in your face", but good 
natured.

Needing five bedrooms, the house had been extended and 
was big enough that anyone who was annoyed with another 
person could find somewhere to keep away from them.  
This, together with earlier warnings from both Cilla and 
her parents that their best behaviour was required, meant 
that things were "relatively" peaceful.

I got the tour of the house and grounds early on with an 
enthusiastic young entourage showing me various items of 
interest.  Cilla's initial attempts to shoo them away 
being unsuccessful she ceased trying and shrugged her 
acceptance of their presence.

Cilla and I didn't get anytime to ourselves other than 
quick cuddles in passing when we were helping set things 
up for lunch.  It didn't matter.  After missing her all 
week I was just enjoying being with her and finding out 
more about her, in some cases the revelations by her 
family causing her some intense embarrassment.

After lunch most of the kids scarpered for a while 
leaving Cilla, Jean and I to talk with her parents.  I 
seemed to spend a lot of my time attending question and 
answer sessions lately.  First Sonia's mother, then my 
parents "grilling" Sonia and Cilla, and now my turn 
again.  It must be a separate chapter in the parenting 
manual.

I must have made a good enough impression however as 
their farewells were quite cordial on our departure.

We had told them we were going for a drive to the Marina.  
My uncle had a boat moored there and I was going to show 
it to my "lady friends".  If I could arrange it I hoped 
he may take us out over the summer.

We hadn't mentioned taking Sonia so I suppose there may 
have been some surprised looks out the window (I noticed 
the curtains moving) when we didn't drive off straight 
away.

Sonia came to the door and ushered us inside with a big 
kiss and hug each.  She confirmed that her mother was out 
- do women do anything but shop?  (All correspondence on 
this matter will be ignored.)

We went into the lounge and sat down together, declining 
Sonia's offer of hospitality.

"I have a little something for each of you", I started, 
"and I wanted to wait until we were together."

I reached into my pocket and removed the three ring boxes 
in their paper bag.

"We have been together for such a short time that I can't 
really say how things will turn out, but I do know that 
right now I care deeply for both of you and from what 
Sonia has told me you both feel the same way about me and 
about each other.  I hope that we can manage to continue 
to build on this and make it work.

"When I saw these it struck me how appropriate they were.  
When I look at them I see us and I wanted to give them to 
you so you know how I feel."

I opened the package and set the ring boxes on the coffee 
table in front of us.  When I opened the boxes there were 
gasps from both of the women who had taken my heart.

I noted which ring was which and passed them to their new 
owners.  They removed them from the boxes and examined 
the fine workmanship.  Red gold, yellow gold and platinum 
were plaited together to form a single ring from three 
distinct bands.  I did not have to explain the symbolism 
to them.

With tears in their eyes I was suddenly attacked from 
both sides as my loves let me know how much they 
appreciated the rings.

I took Cilla's ring and slipped it onto her finger 
saying, "I love you."  She replied, "I love you", as well 
and kissed me tenderly.

I took Sonia's ring but Cilla said "No" and took it from 
me.  She placed it on Sonia's hand and repeated her 
endearment.  Sonia responded in kind.

Cilla then took my ring and gave it to Sonia.  She 
understood; it was a giving between us, not from one to 
the others, regardless who had paid for the rings.  She 
slipped it onto my finger, "I love you".  I kissed her 
and responded again, "I love you, too."

We managed a tearfully happy group hug.  I couldn't have 
chosen better presents.

-----

We parked by the beach and walked along the board walk 
towards the marina.  It did feel a little unusual walking 
hand in hand in hand but the casual contact was 
rewarding.  The girls had decided without comment to walk 
either side of me; I don't think they were quite ready to 
"come out" in public yet.

I would have accepted any solution; I had missed my 
passionate pair during the week and was willing to take 
whatever they offered.

It was actually more interesting and complicated than 
just holding hands however.  From time to time I would 
catch one or the other or both around the waist as we 
stopped to look at something.  We would walk on and 
change again.  It can be a little clumsy walking that way 
if you are not all in step; hips end to sway and crash 
against one another upsetting your stride.

Still, banging hips and all, it was a wonderful way to 
spend the day.  We got a few stares but we could live 
with that.

We went past bay after bay of expensive boats, both power 
and sail, moored behind locked gates.  We took our time, 
selecting which boats we would like to own "if only".

When we got to my uncle's mooring we found him hard at 
work.

"Hello Uncle Frank."

He looked up, surveying me as I stood on the dock with a 
pair of interesting young women.

"Hello Glyn."

"These are my friends Cilla and Sonia", I indicated each 
in turn.

"Cilla.  Sonia", he nodded his greeting.  "Come aboard."

Uncle Frank eschewed power boats.  He didn't denigrate 
their owners, after all there were insensitive, 
incompetent and even idiotic people who managed to own 
sail boats (though the worst tended to keep their's for 
show and the occasional dockside party) and there were 
many power boat owners who were responsible, alert and 
caring of both their equipment, the environment and 
other's lives and enjoyment.  He just felt that in the 
main they were the equivalent of SUV drivers who never 
left the suburbs.

A sailor "sailed".
 
A bachelor, he devoted most of his spare time to his 
first love, the sea, although the offer of a days outing 
often led to plenty of loving elsewhere.  He knew how to 
treat a woman with care and respect and, if it had taken 
a while to find one who would put up with him full time, 
there were plenty who didn't mind seeing him on a part-
time basis, including a couple who had full-time husbands 
as well.

Frank watched the young ladies as I helped them aboard, 
admiring their lithe limbs and imagining the rest of 
their teenage bodies.  He acknowledged his lecherous 
nature to himself and was unconcerned that they would 
most likely not reciprocate his interest.  Hey, it was 
his fantasy, not their's.

He wondered however where, if anywhere, my interests 
might lie and which of the young ladies was therefore 
riding shotgun.  I think he would have been amazed and 
probably somewhat congratulatory, if he had known the 
truth.

He was part way through resealing a section of the timber 
decking and couldn't leave the marine varnish until he 
had completed the task.  He instructed me to show my 
friends around while he finished up.

"Help yourselves in the galley."  He had to reprovision 
before he took the boat out again and anything we ate 
would be that much less for him to clear out.

I showed the girls over the accessible parts of the deck 
and then down into the cabin where I poured us a drink.  
I checked with my uncle and had a drink ready for him 
when he was able to come down.

He talked to us as he washed up and then joined us.  He 
unfortunately was unable to play host for us for long, 
his wife was waiting to go out and he had to get moving.

It would not be a great hardship - the smell of varnish 
was strong and would be no better on deck.  He did offer 
to take us out sometime soon; an outing I would look 
forward to following my older brother's tales of his own 
adventures.

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It was still only early afternoon when we drove away from 
the marina and my companions asked if I minded them going 
window shopping.  I didn't and they directed me to a 
bustling shopping precinct where we parked in a side 
street off the quiet end of the road.  We were going to 
stroll down one side and back the other.

There were a few shops that required a closer look - a 
couple of trendy giftware shops, a couple more clothing 
stores including a menswear store where they checked out 
possible clothing for me and an ice cream parlour.  We 
even made a note of a restaurant that looked worth 
visiting at some stage (Oh my god! A real date?)

We were almost back to the car when Sonia noticed a store 
down another side street.

"Hang on.  Come down here."

Adorned with a number of warning signs advising that 
entrance was strictly forbidden to minors, the store had 
a couple of window displays featuring some rather 
innocuous lingerie - the main themes being either fire 
station red, crotch-less or fantasy wear.

"I want to go in here for a minute."

"That's about all you will get too, Love.  Didn't you see 
the signs?  You have to be 18."

"Well Cilla is 18."

"That doesn't mean we can go in with her."

"But we have to so I can explain what I want then she can 
buy it.  She's allowed to!"

I was doubtful but Sonia was insistent; Cilla hadn't been 
in a sex shop before and wanted me to accompany her "just 
in case".

Looking around the street to see if anyone was watching 
us, I reluctantly agreed.

Cilla went in first then Sonia while I, dreading the 
owner's response, trailed in last.

What an amazing place.  There were glass cabinets full of 
phalluses of varying colour, length and width; there were 
tapes and magazines, leather clothing, frilly clothing, 
mask, whips, gels and creams; there were unusual 
instruments for insecure men and also a range of novelty 
items and, finally, there was an attractive young woman 
behind the counter where we had expected a balding, 
middle-aged, overweight, cigar-smoking man.

"I'm sorry", she said, "but I can't let you come in here 
if you are under 18."

Cilla, knowing she at least could prove her age, went 
self-assuredly to the counter.

"It's alright, they are just young for their height."

The manager wasn't phased by the distraction.  "I AM 
sorry but I can get into trouble if you aren't over 18 - 
and so can you."

"Well if you have told them to leave, and they say they 
are going, would it be your fault if you were serving me 
and didn't notice they took the long way to the door?"

The woman wasn't really too worried.  If Cilla was buying 
she didn't care if we were there for a little while.  
Trading had been a bit quiet so far that day.

"I would suggest that the path out gets considerably 
shorter if someone else comes in.  Now, miss.  How can I 
help you?"

Cilla grinned at the concession.  "Can I have a little 
look around first?"

"Certainly."

Cilla came over to us.  "Okay, don't dawdle too much.  
What do you want Sonia?"

Sonia had been looking around while Cilla was speaking 
and took us over to a cabinet filled with dildos and 
vibrators in various designs.

"Let's see.  They have numbers on them.  Oh! These are 
just samples.  Get your notebook out Glyn."

I fortunately keep a notebook & pen in my pocket just in 
case I have to write down a phone number, book title, 
grocery item, sex aid number, etc.

Sonia discussed her requirements with Cilla and got an 
okay about the cost.

"Okay, Glyn.  Vibrators V0650 and V7500 - better have two 
of each."  She remembered back to her little adventure at 
the doctors surgery; Cilla was likely to need her own.

She considered some of the other items and thought back 
to some entries in the sex manuals she had been reading.

Water-based lubricant, "Lube L400".

There were a number of dildos - she thought she would 
skip those, for now anyway, but then she saw a long 
double-headed one.  Hmm - there had been something about 
girl/girl sex that mentioned these, "Er, and D1640".

While there were some other items she was interested in, 
Sonia decided we had enough for now from that cabinet.

We skipped the novelty items like edible underwear and 
glow-in-the-dark condoms and also the mags and tapes.  I 
would have liked to have checked the latter items out but 
I was overridden with a promise we could come back 
another day.

The girls had no use for blow up dolls - neither did I, 
the real ones were a much better design.  They did like 
the outfits though.  I didn't realise that they were 
plotting something special for my forthcoming birthday 
and were checking out the kinky costumes in case there 
was something to tease me with.

Sonia noticed one more item and whispered in Cilla's ear.  
"Come on", she turned on me, "we aren't supposed to be in 
here.  I don't know WHY I let you drag me in here!"

I tore off the list and gave it to Cilla before making my 
overly delayed exit.

Cilla took it to the counter.  Sonia might place the 
order but she was the only one legally allowed to ask for 
the toys.  She decided that it was definitely easier 
dealing with a woman only a few years older than herself 
rather than some man who could have been her father.

The manager filled the order from the list Cilla gave 
her, adding fresh batteries and testing each in turn to 
see that they worked.  As the buzzing filled the store 
Cilla was thankful it was otherwise empty.

When the woman got the dildo Sonia had requested she 
winked.  "Feel free to come back if you want to test this 
out or you might like to have a look at some of our other 
models."

Cilla might have been put off by the offer only a few 
weeks earlier but now was merely not interested.  It was 
the first time she had been approached by a woman (our 
situation was a little different) and, though she 
recognised the implied compliment, she didn't know quite 
how to respond.

"Oh, Thanks.  Umm, do you have a catalog or anything?"

"Sure."  She showed Cilla who nodded.

The woman added the remaining items and totalled up the 
bill.  Cilla had enough cash to cover it, for which she 
was thankful.  She could just see herself explaining a 
purchase from "Madam Sin's XXX House of Pain and 
Pleasure" or similar if her parents saw her credit card 
statement.

As Cilla took her change and goods (in plain brown 
wrapper) and walked out the door the manager called out, 
"Thank you for shopping with us.  I hope you'll be back 
and don't forget the demo." 

The woman considered the sale - four vibrators and a 
double dong - looks like the young ladies were more than 
friends.  So what was with the guy?  A brother perhaps?

"Still", she thought, " The older one isn't bad.  Pity 
she wasn't here by herself.  I might have had to shut up 
shop for a while.  Oh well.  Maybe she'll come back!"

-----

We crossed back over to where the car was parked and got 
in.  Cilla handed Sonia her bag of goodies and Sonia 
withdrew the four vibrators.  It was a case of "one for 
me and one for you".  I missed out but didn't mind as 
this promised to be a situation where spectator sport was 
almost as interesting as playing yourself.

Soon the car was buzzing with the sound of four vibrators 
and the laughter of three young people.

"Why don't you try them out on the way home?" I 
suggested.

"It won't distract you while you're driving?"

"If it does I'll pull over, I promise."

Sonia had previously experienced the pleasure a vibrator 
could bring and was eager to comply with my suggestion.  
Headless of anyone passing she reached under her skirt 
and, lifting her bum off the car seat, pulled her 
knickers off.  She opened the glove box and put them in 
while asking Cilla, "How about you?"

I reached over the back seat to get a throw rug in case 
of "emergencies".  Cilla was closing the glove box when I 
turned back and dropped it on the floor between them.

I turned towards Sonia and reached down between her legs.  
She scooted forward slightly so she could open them wider 
and let me rub her crack, searching for the dampness I 
wanted to spread over her pussy.

She in turn reached between Cilla's legs and started 
diddling her.  Cilla, noticing some people approaching in 
the side mirror pushed my hand out of the way and started 
playing with Sonia herself.  "Just drive."

Licking my fingers, I started the car and pulled out from 
the curb.  

I drove slowly to make the trip last a little longer and 
to allow me a little more leeway to observe their 
behaviour.

Sonia and Cilla had their arms crossed while they 
mutually massaged each other.  I took the opportunity 
from time to time to fight Cilla for access so I could 
lick Sonia's juices from my fingers and on one occasion 
Sonia put hers to my lips so I could enjoy the taste of 
Cilla.

"What about your toys?" I reminded them.

The preliminaries had been so pleasant my ladies had 
forgotten why they were being performed.  Both judged the 
other wet enough so they stopped, Cilla licking her 
fingers while Sonia bent to recover the vibrators resting 
on the rug.

She took one of the larger vibrators and put it against 
Cilla's pussy.  Cilla leaned back as Sonia wriggled it 
gently until its tip rested in the entrance to her cunt 
then pushed it in a little way and flicked the switch to 
start it quietly buzzing.

As Cilla gave a little exclamation of pleasure Sonia 
withdrew it slightly to increase the coating of slippery 
juice and pushed it deeper.

Unlike the younger Sonia, Cilla had never experienced the 
tingles passing throughout her pelvic region as the 
vibrations passed her cunt walls.  She felt it bottom out 
against her cervix and found the vibrations increased in 
intensity as she clamped her vaginal muscles around the 
plastic toy.

Sonia left her to find her own pleasure and soon had the 
second vibrator buzzing against the entrance of her own 
sweet hole.  She had special plans for her still-intact 
hymen and wasn't going to risk damaging it by pushing the 
buzzing tool inside her, no matter how much she felt she 
would enjoy the feeling.  She clamped her legs together 
to keep it tucked against her pussy.

As I drove I found the buzzing harder to hear, the noise 
being absorbed by my lovers' bodies.  Lucky vibrators; I 
was envious of them.

With the happy feelings bringing back memories of her 
first experience with the handy toys, Sonia reached for 
the two smaller vibrators.

She decided it was too hard to lube them up and use them 
anally in the car so she passed one to Cilla and simply 
applied the other hummer to the area around her asshole.

Cilla watched with interest.  "Where did she learn these 
things?" she wondered.

It looked as though Sonia liked the effect so Cilla 
copied her and was soon plying the buzzing rod all around 
her own asshole.  She used her other hand to move the 
larger toy around inside her.  She tried various 
movements until eventually she found a spot that was even 
better than the rest.

She withdrew the vibrator slightly and pressed it down so 
the tip was rubbing against the front wall of her vagina.  
Moving it in and out she made frequent contact with the 
nerve endings there that heightened her pleasure.

Both girls were encouraging each other with their gasps 
and moans of pleasure.  I was rock hard myself as I tried 
to concentrate on the traffic rather than the young 
ladies jilling themselves next to me.

We were all surprised by the air horn going off next to 
us.  I had been passing a truck, just easing along in the 
next lane, and we hadn't realised the view the driver 
had.

Cilla was even more surprised when she looked up out her 
window and saw that the face grinning down was another 
woman.

Cilla cheekily returned the woman's wave and then went 
back to putting on a show.  She laid the small vibrator 
on the seat between her and Sonia and proceeded to use 
her finger to frig herself.

I maintained my speed so we kept level with the truck, 
much to the annoyance of some of the cars behind us.

Sonia switched off her own vibrators and leaned over to 
see out the window.  "Lets put on a proper show."

Fortunately I drive an old Dodge Plymouth which has more 
than ample legroom in the front and Sonia's small body 
was easily able to squeeze down between Cilla's legs.

She pushed Cilla's hand aside and gripped her hips to 
make her scoot a bit further forward then pushed Cilla's 
vibrator deeper so she could bury her face in Cilla's 
pussy.

We got a series of encouraging toots from the truck next 
to us; it did swerve a bit close at one stage but 
generally we travelled on a parallel path.

Cilla lifted her t-shirt and, with a fair bit of effort, 
managed to pull her bra up over her gorgeous tits.  With 
Sonia eating her pussy, the vibrator buzzing away deep 
inside her hot twat and now her hands on her breasts and 
nipples, Cilla was also relishing the added excitement of 
exposing all this to some passing stranger.

That was all it took and she gripped her tits tightly as 
the inner earthquake overtook her.

Sonia became aware of the change that overcame Cilla and 
lifted her head to see the effect of the pleasure she had 
given her loving friend.

Watching the face observing her, she slipped up the older 
girls exposed body to first suck on her nipple and then 
to plunge her tongue into the waiting mouth.

The truck driver gave a final toot of appreciation for 
the show as I decided to pick up speed and finally let 
the traffic pass.

Sonia resumed her seat and Cilla made herself slightly 
more presentable.  We drove for a while with Cilla now 
helping Sonia reach fulfilment by rubbing her pussy with 
her fingers.  When she did climax she clutched Cilla to 
her; I had to concentrate on my driving but rested my 
hand on Sonia's thigh so she could feel my presence.  It 
wasn't much but it allowed me to convey in some way my 
pleasure in her release.

The girls had a mutually comforting kiss and cuddle, 
expressing their thanks as they packed up the now silent 
buzzers.

When they eventually turned around Sonia noticed the lump 
in my shorts.  "Oh you poor dear."

She started rubbing me through my pants.  It was 
enjoyable but frustrating as the sensations were muffled 
by the clothing.  She reached her fingers up the leg and 
scratched at my cock head, only making things worse.

She must have sensed my growing frustration as she held 
my waistband in one hand and drew the zip down with the 
other.  She fumbled around through the opening (men's 
clothing is not designed to function with an erect 
penis!) and finally managed to manipulate my prick out of 
its lair.

"Now you just watch your driving and ignore anything else 
that might be going on", she warned me.

"Fat chance", I thought.

"You can both get your licences", I told them.  I liked 
the idea of being chauffeured around by one lusty wench 
while the other was in the back with me satisfying my 
every desire.  For that I would even be prepared to pay 
for their lessons.

Before that could happen though I was stuck being the 
sole driver and it was therefore fortunate that I was on 
a stretch of road with little other traffic and no 
pedestrians.  It wasn't the shortest route home by any 
means but it certainly was considerably more private.

It took us along a costal nature preserve where dune 
buggies and trail bikes had been excluded from the sand 
hills.  I knew there were a number of parking spots where 
birdwatchers and nature lovers could quietly commune.

I had a couple of birds that I enjoyed to watch and was 
by nature a lover (not a fighter) so I headed to one of 
the spots with Sonia beating my meat.

After all, my house would be busy, Cilla's was never 
anything else and we couldn't guarantee that Sonia's Mum 
would be out.

I had been well and truly aroused by their previous 
activities (showing off for the truck driver was 
completely over the top!) so Sonia's fist soon had me on 
the verge of my own little messy explosion.

"Ah, wait please."  I tried to control myself.  Sonia 
released me and waited for an indication of my desires.

"If you're going to continue I'll need a tissue or 
something.  You have almost got me coming.

Cilla unfastened her seatbelt.  "I've got something."

She leaned over Sonia's lap and put her mouth over the 
mini-tower protruding from my pants.  Oh what a feeling!

She lifted her head.  "Can you still drive?"

There was no traffic, the road was visible for a 
considerable distance ahead, there were no houses or 
sidewalks and I had slowed to 40 km/hr.  AND I was on a 
"promise".  Of course I could still bloody drive.

"Yes, I think I can manage."

She kissed my prick, ran her tongue along the underside 
and around the head, and finally plunged her hot wet 
mouth back down along the shaft.

She wasn't trying for subtlety; she knew I was close to 
coming and as she didn't mind the taste of my semen, 
unlike Sonia, she was just trying to get me to come as 
quickly as possible.

It worked!

As she fucked me with that glorious mouth I felt the 
surges as pulse after pulse of cum passed along the shaft 
of my prick, the head swelling within her mouth as my 
heart pounded more blood through it with each beat.  The 
spurts hit the back of her mouth and were quickly 
swallowed, vanishing down her throat.

She kept her head bobbing until it was clear she had 
drained my balls for now and my boner started to subside.  
She lay her head on my lap between my navel and the 
steering wheel and just held my limp dick between her 
lips, sucking it in and out by varying the air pressure 
in her mouth.

Sonia in the meantime was comforting Cilla, one hand 
stroking her long red hair and brushing against her cheek 
while the other caressed a different sort of cheek.

I enjoyed the feeling but I had had my satisfaction and 
needed a little break.  The porno myth of the stud 
ploughing his way through a roomful of beauties without a 
break (and a tube of local anaesthetic cream) must be 
just that.  I can come over and over - hey I still hadn't 
reached my supposed prime at that stage - but certain 
parts do need time to recover.

The prick head had started to get sensitive and somewhat 
ticklish and I was squirming in my seat. 

"You better sit up, Dear.  That was wonderful and I love 
you but I need you to stop.  Cilla!  PLEASE!"

With a laugh and a cheeky grin she resumed her seat.  
"I'll remember that - you refused a blow job!"

"I HAD a blow job and a very nice blow job it was too.  
It felt amazing and we were lucky the road is so quiet.  
If you like we can stop and I can show you how much I 
liked it."

"I don't know", Cilla said, messing around.  "You might 
have hurt my feelings.  Maybe I should just let Sonia 
look after me."

"Okay if she must, but tuck me back in first, 
Grasshopper; we would look really good if we got pulled 
over."

So Sonia did the honours, carefully slipping me back into 
my shorts and zipping me up again, making sure I was 
tucked away from those metal teeth.

Every guy understands the zipper scene from Something 
About Mary - (I won't mention hair gel); if it hasn't 
happened personally there have probably been close enough 
"shaves" to make any man wince when he watches that 
movie.

I made sure Sonia was being careful.

"I think you should let him show you he is sorry", she 
told Cilla; her mind however was thinking more about 
getting off herself.

"Alright then.  I'll give you another chance."

This was a convenient decision as it coincided with my 
turning into an empty car park.  There was a limited view 
of the sea along a boarded path erected in between two 
dunes.

"Shall we go for a walk ladies?"  I bent past Sonia and 
picked up the rug from the floor.

"What about our knickers?" asked Sonia.

"Do you really want to put them on again?"

Sonia's only answer was to get out the car.

"In that case hang on", said Cilla.  She reached behind 
to undo her bra and with some interesting "strap up and 
down the sleeve" manoeuvres that would have been a 
topologists delight, her bra joined her knickers in the 
glove box.

Sarah thought this was a good idea.  She turned her back 
to me, "Unclip me please."

I put the rug on the bonnet and lifted the back of her 
t-shirt.  There were a couple of eyehooks that needed 
unclipping then I slid my hands under the now loose 
garment to cup her breasts as she leaned back into me and 
reached down to stroke my prick through my shorts, again!

"Let me take it off", she asked.

I assisted by slipping her shirt over her head, which 
wasn't quite what she had in mind but she just shrugged 
and leaned into the car to drop the bra in the glove box 
next to Cilla's and their knickers.

Cilla had joined me. I picked up the rug and, holding 
hands, we headed towards the dunes.

Sonia looked around from locking the door.  "Hey!"  She 
sprinted after us not bothering to hide her naked 
breasts.  "Give me my top!"

"Do you really need it?"

"Well if you're going to carry mine you should carry 
Cilla's too."

"Okay?" I asked Cilla and she skinned herself and passed 
it to me.

They linked arms with me and we proceeded into the quiet 
surroundings.

The idea of the nature preserve was for people to avoid 
damaging the grasses and salt-tolerant shrubs that 
provided food and shelter for a variety of animals and 
the roots helped to bind the dunes in place.

I rationalised that we weren't causing any harm and the 
place was isolated enough that only a few surfers and 
dedicated birdwatchers would come down here; fortunately 
surfing conditions weren't favourable today and the 
birdwatchers were more prevalent at dawn and dusk.

We climbed a dune and found a little depression where we 
could hear any arrivals and could see along the beach.  
The clumps of grass around us provided a little extra 
camouflage in the unlikely event that someone came along.

I spread the rug on the loose sand and we all sat down in 
a tangled hug.  If you consider how enjoyable cuddling a 
half naked young lady is, think how much more fun it is 
to be swamped from both sides by such pulchritude.

With all our adventures so far, I still wasn't used to 
having four delectable breasts at hand, so to speak, and 
enjoyed the view and feel as we took the time for our 
bodies to recover.  It was a "feel good" time and I was 
also having a good feel.

Fortunately we were all young and the recovery time 
required wasn't long.  It helped that we were three 
particularly horny teenagers.  I lay back and gathered my 
beauties to me.  They rested their heads on my chest and 
held each other as I wrapped my arms around them.

Cilla proceeded to tell me the full story about our truck 
driving friend.  We laughed together and I found myself 
hardening as her story unfolded.  The idea of someone 
watching certainly made things more exciting if that was 
at all possible.

We took the opportunity to take advantage of our time 
alone.  It had been a pleasant afternoon and I had an 
idea how to keep the pleasure going a little longer.

I suggested that my companions sit up and I laid my arms 
out straight.  "Face away from me and kneel down, sitting 
on my hands."

They were both willing to go along with my suggestion.  
They knew I had a devious mind and had been the satisfied 
recipients of my previous suggestions.  I didn't mind 
being thought devious by them as some of their own ideas 
had been pretty wacky though thoroughly exciting.

As they moved into position I raised my thumb and slipped 
it into their willing slots.  Sonia squirmed when it met 
resistance and I was forced to just rest my knuckle in 
her wet hole.

Make a gun with your hand.  You know - you're a kid 
playing "Cowboys and Indians" or its politically correct 
alternative.  Now plant a warm, wet, furry pussy over the 
hammer and use your barrel to play with your girlfriend's 
clit.

Bugger the analogy though, feel free to use as many 
fingers as necessary to do whatever pleases her.

I repeatedly bent and straightened my thumbs in their 
fleshy holsters, rubbing around the internal surfaces.  
The girls moved their hips around as well and rubbed 
their pussies against my fingers while I just lay there 
enjoying the feeling of my hands being squashed against 
the blanket in such a wonderful way.

While neither of them objected to a little manual 
manipulation, Sonia especially was looking forward to 
something more.  She enjoyed the way that Cilla could 
actually manoeuvre her almost prehensile tongue within 
the confines of Sonia's sweet passage.  It had been a 
while since she had felt it (okay a couple of days but 
she was being greedy) and she wanted it now.

"Cilla , love.  Will you eat me please.  I need to feel 
your tongue on my pussy."

Cilla looked at me.  She liked the feeling of my thumb 
inside her but also liked the idea of it being replaced 
by something larger.

"Let's get Glyn undressed first; he's looking too tidy."

Considering they were both sitting there topless and 
knickerless while I was fully dressed, albeit with a tent 
in my shorts, I couldn't fault her opinion.

Sonia almost broke my hand as she turned around, trapping 
my palm between her thighs.  It caused me to jerk my arm 
which unfortunately had a counter-productive effect as 
the movement against her pussy caused her to clamp her 
legs together even harder.

"Up!  Please!" I begged.

Cilla was gentler.  She tried to turn around without 
losing me and lifted her legs over my arm as she made a 
less painful 180 degrees turn.

Now my fingers were free to play with her asshole as she 
rubbed her pubic bone and clit along my forearm.  She 
leaned forward and started unbuttoning my shirt while 
Sonia managed my shorts.

With my fingers damp from my earlier playtime and with 
Cilla's bum pointing skywards I was able to put my arm 
further through her legs and position a slippery finger 
at her bunghole.

It wasn't wet enough to go in properly but Cilla found 
the stimulation pleasurable.  I didn't try to push too 
hard.  Instead it was just an addition to the feelings 
she got by dry humping my arm.

Having undone all the buttons she spread my shirt front 
wide and began licking and nipping at my chest.

I had to lift my hips so Sonia could strip off my shorts 
and boxers off.  I dug my toes into the straps of my 
sandals and got them off just before she had to pull my 
clothing over them.

She put the clothes aside and laid down on the rug with 
her head on my thigh.  She gently blew on the fine hairs 
covering my scrotum.

"Stop it.  That tickles."  I complained in vain and would 
probably been better off not informing her of the 
annoying effect; it gave her an incentive to continue.

The cool breeze continued over my balls and even over my 
asshole before she planted a kiss on the top of my dick.

She poked her tongue out and ran it all the way from my 
balls up to the tip.  Sonia could taste a residue of 
semen remaining from the blowjob Cilla had given me 
earlier.  She didn't really like the taste and she could 
think of alternative means of arousing both her and me.

Cilla had climbed off my arm in the meantime and was 
lying with her head on my chest looking down at what her 
girlfriend was doing to her boyfriend while occasionally 
teasing a nipple.

I had a hand caressing her butt as I looked at the clouds 
passing through the sky, just lazily relishing the 
sensations.

Sonia pinched the head of my prick gently, squeezing the 
blood out and then letting it low back.  She laid it down 
pointing at my navel.

"Don't you know not to point a loaded weapon at anyone?" 
asked Cilla who was almost directly in the line of fire 
should it accidentally go off.

"Hang on, I'm about to plug the barrel."

She hoisted her skirt up around her waist (another lovely 
sight and why was I the only one who had to strip?) and 
knelt across my hips.

She didn't want me inside her, at least not yet, she just 
wanted to rub against me before Cilla ate her.

Her pussy was moist enough to make that ridge of flesh 
slippery as she slid herself forwards and backwards along 
its length.

It was fortunate that she limited her contact to the 
shaft as it would have taken little stimulation to the 
sensitive head and Cilla may have been "wounded" after 
all.

Sonia noticed I was making humping motions as her 
clitoral slippery dip had me climbing the walls in an 
attempt not to come.

"Come and screw his brains out love - I think I've got 
him ready enough for you."

"But I wanted to eat you."  Caring for each other didn't 
mean suppressing all of our own wishes.

"You will sweetheart.  He's waiting for you now though."

"What an extremely considerate and polite young lady", I 
thought.

Well actually it was more along the line of "Will one of 
you shut up and fuck me?"

In reality of course it was something in between.  There 
was no reason why we couldn't screw two birds on one 
blanket.

I got Sonia to lie back and Cilla to kneel with her head 
between Sonia's thighs.  With me behind Cilla's fleshy 
ass I was able to fuck her doggy style while Sonia got 
her wish.  I held her hips and sunk my penis to the hilt 
in her hot pussy.

God, that felt so good.

The girls had had "slow and easy" in the car, and between 
sitting on my thumb and now fucking with my balls 
slapping against her mound, Cilla was peaking as well and 
wanted it hard and fast.

This spurred her efforts towards Sonia; her face was 
being repeatedly banged into Sonia's twat so she took a 
firmer grip on her legs and Sonia found her whole body 
being rocked back and forth instead.  Cilla however was 
able to keep her mouth attached to the wet slit and 
wriggled her tongue against the membrane that stopped 
Sonia from filling her hole.

"Soon", Sonia promised herself, "It had better be soon!"

That thought passed with the need to stop a scream as 
Cilla's teeth made forceful contact with Sonia's pubic 
bone as I thrust into her while she was positioning 
herself to lick Sonia's clit.  The burst of pain merged 
with the burst of pleasure as Cilla's tongue flicked that 
sensitive organ.  Cilla sealed her lips around the spot 
and sucked, her tongue moving rapidly over a small area 
of flesh.

Sonia bucked her hips as Cilla kept up the motion, 
feeling her own loins on fire as the tempo of our thrusts 
got faster, and she finally came hard.  Her desires had 
been reawakened in the car watching Cilla going down on 
me as I drove and it had taken little time to bring her 
off a second time. 

With Sonia in recovery and now feeling her own peak 
coming, Cilla lay her chest on the rug, arching her back 
to increase the angle of her cunt so my thrusts had to 
rub harder all down the back wall of her hot tunnel.

"Yes.  Yes!  More."  Her pleas were timed with each 
forward thrust and now I found her thrusting back.

We came as near as together as makes no difference.

Coming isn't an instantaneous occurrence so there is 
really quite a bit of opportunity for this to happen 
provide one partner isn't spoiling to go home before the 
other has even arrived at the party.

The feeling of your partner reacting to the surge of 
emotion while you experience your own makes the effort to 
achieve synchronicity worthwhile though.

Cilla had her face resting on Sonia's thin fur over her 
pubes.  As she came down from her own high, and my slick 
prick slipped from her hole, she rained little light 
kisses all around Sonia's pussy before lapping at the 
opening like a little kitten with a bowl of milk.

Sonia liked what Cilla was doing but her clit was still a 
bit tender and she had to stop Cilla after only a couple 
of minutes of gentle lapping.  She got Cilla to just rest 
her head on her leg.

"Just enjoy for a while", she pleaded to our cuddly 
companion.

Cilla lay there looking at the delicate structure in 
front of her face.  It was interesting to examine; just 
because she was female didn't mean she was intimately 
familiar with the appearance of that "mysterious" organ.

Sonia had exceptionally long inner cunt lips and these 
had retracted within the wide outer lips leaving just a 
thin line that folded back on themselves.  The outer lips 
were lightly covered by wisps of fine straight black hair 
that continued sparsely over the tops of her legs.

The inner lips came together in a slight fleshy mound 
which hid the sensitive nerve endings of her clitoris.

I wiped the liquid oozing from Cilla's just fucked pussy 
before joining her at Sonia's groin.  Sonia stuck her 
legs outwards to accommodate two lovers with their heads 
on her thighs.  We kissed and then took turns to kiss 
Sonia on her still wet hole.

"Don't start me again.  Please."

I sat up and pulled Cilla up with me.  We gathered on the 
rug together, all bottomless and my shirt open, in a 
group hug and exchanged kisses while we talked over our 
plans.

Sonia's mother would be home when we got back - she 
wasn't expected for dinner so we could stop off for pizza 
or burgers on the way home.  We figured we could get a 
movie and stay in together with her mum.

After the movie I would spend a little time with Cilla's 
family before saying goodnight then see them both the 
following day.

I dressed and we shook the sand off the rug.  We went 
back to the car, my topless loves lucky that there was 
no-one in the car park to greet us.  It had certainly 
been an eventful afternoon.

