Author: Pescador del Valle
Title: Boy Meets Girl Meets Girl
Part: Chapter 15 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, 1st, toys, rom
Language: English
Copyright: 2003

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Cilla, Sonia and I had forged an unlikely three-way 
relationship.  I had finished High School, exams were 
over and I had just turned seventeen.  Party Time!

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I looked up when the conversations around me turned to 
whispers.  Their entrance appeared to make quite an 
impression on those around me.  It certainly did on me.

Cilla and Sonia were my girlfriends, yes plural, and they 
had declined my offer to pick them up for this 
afternoon's get together.

It was my 17th birthday and I had been wondering for some 
time when they were going to turn up.

Things had been going well lately.

- I had just finished my last year of high school
  and was confident I was going to get good results
  on my final exams.

- My future seemed assured, I was going to be studying
  part time while I worked my way up in the family
  business.

- And to top that off, I had the love of not one but
  two attractive young women who were as horny and
  inventive as I was.

There seemed to be nothing that could go wrong with my 
life at that point.

So, there I was, surrounded by my immediate family, my 
extended family and a few of my mates, and THEY arrived.

They had intended to surprise me and that I was.  In fact 
shock would possibly be a better description.

A better description of them is probably warranted as 
well.

Cilla at 18 is 15 months older than me.  At the time she
had long dark red hair with some copper highlights.  She
has full, but not oversized, breasts that are a joy to
look at and even more joy to play with.

Her waist curves in a little way, then out over her ample 
hips which, when she is naked, frame a dense mass of 
orange-red curls.

Her legs are meaty, which I prefer, neither the pins that 
are seen supposedly supporting a bevy of models nor the 
hams that one sees around the shopping centres.

Sonia is my younger girlfriend, still the sweetest 16 you 
could imagine both in nature and taste, she can be 
described as petite or even elvan.

My little pixie, though still technically a virgin, is 
however a lusty wench, like our older companion, and her 
devious mind has led to a number of sensuous adventures.  
She would leave the legendary Puck for dead in coming up 
with ideas for mischief.

Her fine black hair just reaches to her shoulders.  Her 
very kissable lips crinkle frequently in a smile when she 
looks at Cilla or myself, the love evident in every 
expression.

She has a small frame with tiny tits I like to devour 
whole, a washboard stomach and a fine layer of sparse 
black hair that barely covers her pussy.

Not childlike, she nevertheless engenders my protective 
nature, which is unnecessary but permitted, as she has 
turned out to be both confident and capable.

Today however things were a little different.

My loves had been shopping.

And it was obvious they had been shopping for me.

Cilla's outfit was an electric blue.  It was held up by 
her ample bosom and ran over her body (a truck couldn't 
have run over it any closer) finishing mid-shin.

That was the front.

The back was much the same except it didn't come anywhere 
near the front.  In fact there was a gap on each side of 
around 10 centimetres between each piece of material.

These gaps were bridged by five gold chains on each side 
which left bare skin visible from her armpits to the 
straps at her ankles.

When I looked later I found one of the chains partly hid 
the thin strap of a gold G-string.  There was no similar 
strap around her chest.

Looped around one of her ankles was another gold chain.

Sonia's outfit was a lot simpler to describe.

It was almost exactly the same!

Her bosom being a little harder to find (now I'm being 
unkind and it certainly was worth looking for) the dress 
had a little extra cantilever design to improve the 
presentation and to allow better support.

Otherwise all was the same except her chains, both on 
dress and ankle, were a darker gold.

I was delighted by their appearance and went to greet 
them.  One in each arm I politely (everyone was still 
watching) kissed Cilla's cheek then Sonia's.

Age before ... well, youth.  I'm not getting involved in 
which one I found more beautiful.  It wasn't important.  
I found each of them equally attractive and that beats 
beauty every time.

My parents had met them both a couple of times before 
though never in such splendour.  I did have some qualms 
about how they would view such, hmm, provocative outfits 
at our "tender" ages but they gave no indication publicly 
of any misgivings.

I introduced my "friends" around to my grand-aunt and my 
uncle (Dad's brother, who they had met before) and then 
to a couple of cousins on my mother's side whose parents 
couldn't come.

My friends knew Sonia from school though only a couple 
had met Cilla.

There was my first dilemma.  "Meet my friends" sounded 
such a cop out in my ears though the truth would have 
caused a bigger disturbance than their stunning arrival.

I could just imagine it.  "Aunt Hilary, I would like you 
to meet my girlfriend Cilla and our girlfriend Sonia."

I think the next thing I would have heard would have been 
the ambulance bringing a coronary care team.

Still, other than some obvious stares, we got no more 
than polite hellos from most and additional raised 
eyebrows from my Uncle Frank.  I needed to get him alone 
sometime later.

My second problem was how to make it clear to one of my 
friends that I was staking my claim to both of these fine 
fillies.  He was currently at a loose end and had hopes 
that one or other of my more-than-lovely ladies might 
develop an interest in him.

This was resolved a bit later, when we managed to hold a 
little less interest to those around us.  First Sonia, 
and then shortly after Cilla, plunged their tongues down 
my throat in a proper birthday kiss while he was watching 
nearby.

I may have dashed his hopes but I certainly rose in his 
estimation.

He caught me alone later, "Please take me on as your 
disciple, O Great One".  We laughed together though he 
may have repeated it seriously if he had known the truth.

In addition to being my matching bookends (my father had 
been spoken to by my mother for ogling them, to Uncle 
Frank's amusement), the girls had a couple of other 
presents for me.  They had public ones which they had 
given me shortly after their arrival and then they got me 
to one side to give me a joint present.

"We didn't know how you would feel about jewellery but 
you got us the rings, and you wear yours all the time as 
well, so we didn't think you would mind."  Cilla gave me 
a small flat parcel.

I opened it while we sat together in the games room which 
was currently empty.  Inside was a heavy silver chain.  
It figured.

I had seen a special ring and had purchased one for each 
of us.  It symbolised our love for each other, made of 
three distinct precious metals woven to form a single 
band.  Now they had given me a silver chain to complement 
their gold and red gold chains.

Sonia took it from the box and knelt, with a little 
difficulty, to put it on my leg.  She straightened my 
sock and stood up to kiss me.  "Happy birthday Love."

"Thank you Sweetheart."

Cilla leaned over as I turned to her for another kiss.

"Thank you Darling.  It's lovely."

"I'm glad.  Happy birthday."

They headed back up the steps to the party while I 
followed enjoying the view.  The dresses weren't cut to 
wrap around each butt cheek but they came damn close.  No 
wonder Sonia had trouble kneeling.

Renate (my brother's new girlfriend and Sonia's classmate 
and girlfriend - but not in that way) had turned up and I 
left the four of them talking together while I went to 
get drinks for my sweethearts.

I was in luck.  Uncle Frank was alone in the kitchen.  
Before worrying with the drinks I asked him if he 
wouldn't mind giving me some advice.

He had seen me together with the two young women on a 
previous occasion and jumped to the wrong conclusion.

"Sure.  I think I might know what your problem might be."

I must have looked shocked - our secret out?

"Don't look like that.  If it's what I think it is then 
it's by no means an unusual situation."

I had never heard of it before, so I figured he might be 
barking up the wrong tree.

"Would you mind coming out the back for a minute.  It's a 
bit personal."

"Okay"  He grabbed his drink and led the way outside.  
The pool area was currently empty but the party would 
move outside later; we went by leaving a clear gap so no-
one could overhear us.

"So?"

"Well it's about Cilla and Sonia."

Frank nodded.  "Yep - can't tell one he prefers the 
other", he thought.

"Well it's obvious that they both fancy you - most 
females would hate to turn up at a party where another 
had the same outfit, and very nice outfits they are too, 
and yet they turned up together.  So, which one are you 
interested in?"

I looked at him.  "Why, both actually."

Frank changed his ideas.  "So you can't make up your mind 
then."

"No, it's not that.  Look, I need this to be just between 
us for now.  Is that okay?"

Frank was 10 years younger than our father and had played 
the role of confessor, confidential advisor and, 
appropriately, Dutch uncle for myself and a couple of my 
siblings over recent years.  We had come to trust him.  
He had given good advice and not broken a confidence to 
date.

"Sure thing.  Now give."

I held up my hand showing him the ring.  He had noticed 
it but hadn't looked closely.  He also hadn't been close 
enough to either of my loves to notice theirs.

He looked closer at its intricate construction.  "Very 
nice."

"I bought three.  Cilla and Sonia have the other ones."

"Friendship rings?"

"It's a bit more than that.  The rings have three bands 
making one ring.  We're like that too.  Three people who 
love each other; not just couples."

Frank took a long swig of his drink.  "Okay - supposing 
you're not just bragging, what's your problem?"

"Well we realise it's not quite a usual situation."  
Frank snorted.  "I don't know how either of the girls' 
parents would react to being told I was either one's 
lover ..."

"Oh 'lover'", Frank thought.

"... but I am pretty sure they wouldn't look favourably 
on them sharing me and they could go ballistic over their 
daughter's being lovers."

"Yeah, I can imagine it might be a bit much, especially 
at your ages."

"Well I was wondering how you think Mum and Dad would 
take it?"

"Hmm."  Frank considered the problem seriously.  If he 
was asked for his advice he always tried to give the best 
he could.

"They are pretty broad-minded but this is stretching 
things a bit.  Your ages are going to be the biggest 
problem.  You're just starting out in life and they are 
going to expect you to apply yourself at both learning 
more about the business and in your studies.  I know that 
your dad has high hopes about you taking over the 
business eventually."

"Yeah.  I understand that."

"Okay then.  I suggest you show them you have the 
maturity in one area and they will be more likely to give 
you credit for it in your love life."

"So what do I say in the meantime.  I don't want to lie."

"Always the best policy; you get caught out eventually.  
You need to say as little as possible - You like them 
both; They both like you.  Protest your right to privacy 
to more detailed questions if you feel you can't answer 
them.  Other than that try to treat it the same as if you 
were three guys or three girls hanging out together."

"Not to often that I pash with the guys I go out with!" I 
answered.

"You might just have to be a bit discreet there.  Not to 
say you can't be seen having a cuddle or even a kiss from 
time to time but probably not when you've got both of 
them with you."

"If your parents only see you giving each girl equal time 
they may figure you are a bit sleazy, and you will have to 
consider how to handle that if they raise it, but your 
secret is likely to stay that a lot longer."

"If you are part of larger groups then the three of you 
will also be less obvious."

"Other than that", he finished, "If they see you as a 
group rather than pairing you off with one or other girl 
in their minds they may be less inclined to think you're 
getting up to something unless you blow it."

I hadn't really wanted him to tell me how to keep our 
relationship hidden but rather how best to deal with my 
parents when they inevitably found out, regardless of 
whether it was accidental or intentional.

However his strategy made sense.  We wouldn't be being 
any more deceitful, if that was the appropriate term, 
than any other teenagers who were getting a bit now and 
then.

Whether, and with whom, we were being intimate with was 
to a large degree our business.  I had no objections to 
their being interested and, if necessary, concerned about 
me but sought a little privacy.

I could live with his suggestions and believed I could 
manage to walk through the potential mine field (not so 
much from my parents), at least in the short term.

I thanked my uncle and we returned to the house where I 
belatedly delivered the drinks I was supposed to have 
prepared minutes earlier.

My father noticed me entering with his brother and 
approached him while he was still alone.

"Another little private chat?"

"Could be."  My father knew his kids from time to time 
sought out his younger brother, he hadn't yet found out 
anything from Frank that the kids hadn't first revealed.

"Anything I need to be worried about?"

"No.  I think you've got another fine son there.  The 
fact he wanted a discrete talk shows he's prepared to ask 
for help and advice if he needs it and I believe he's 
aware of his responsibilities to himself and others.  He 
certainly has the confidence to get ahead."

"Okay.  Let him know he can talk to me as well if he 
speaks to you again."

"No problems.  It's sometimes easier to discuss things 
with someone who's not quite so close you know."

"Yeah.  Come on back to the party."

-----

A few people took advantage of the warm night to have a 
dip.  As Sonia and Cilla hadn't bothered to bring their 
swim suits, and parties didn't normally fall under the 
"anything goes" rule, I stayed dry as well.

I had changed though.  It felt strange but I had put a 
pair of briefs on as well as boxer shorts.  That way I 
could tuck my persistent erection under the waist band of 
the briefs and make it a little less obvious.

It was hard, literally, every time I looked at one or the 
other girl in their sexy outfits.  I don't think I needed 
to worry though, most of my friends (even those with 
girlfriends accompanying them) had boners and I'm pretty 
sure Dan and Uncle Frank had some rather suspicious lumps 
in their pants.

I realised that Cilla must have splashed out on the 
outfits and the jewellery.  Sonia was still at school, 
without even a part time job, though I'd see what I could 
do to change that.  This meant she had little extra 
money.

We didn't mind covering for her.  Cilla had been working 
for a while and still lived at home and I had been lucky 
enough to be given a car when I had saved almost enough 
to buy one.  We weren't short of funds.

She was a little embarrassed about it but Cilla and I 
liked buying presents for her.  We knew that wasn't why 
she was with us.  You wouldn't make your husband or wife 
go Dutch with you every time you went out, would you?

I found out later that I was mistaken however and Sonia 
had drawn on her own savings to pay for my silver chain.  
She had agreed to Cilla buying the outfits as she also 
wanted their presentation at my birthday party to be 
something extra special.  And it was; it certainly beat 
getting a singing Gorilla (although a stripper-gram? No! 
Next year maybe though.)

We sat and talked and mingled and talked and ate and 
talked.  We even took the time to have a game of pool.

When I had to talk to some other guests, Frank stepped in
and took my place at the pool table, keeping the girls 
company until I could return.

He was discrete, not mentioning our conversation, but he 
wanted to find out a bit more about this interesting pair 
of females.  From the looks he was giving Cilla's pair 
before I left however, he seemed more interested in them.

I would have thought he would have been satisfied with my 
aunt, who had an impressive pair herself, but since she 
was away visiting relatives of her own, and he was alone, 
it was understandable for him to make do with what was 
available.

Unfortunately for him, he both didn't stray and he knew 
Cilla wasn't available.  Struck out both times, poor 
Uncle Frank!

After having talked to him I had however let my lovelies 
know that he was aware of our arrangement and that he was 
discrete.

So while the three of them were alone playing pool he was
surprised when Cilla stood behind Sonia and put her arms
around the smaller girl's waist, nuzzling her neck while
she waited for Frank to take his turn.

Needless to say he just missed his shot and the ball 
bounced off the cushion instead of dropping into the 
pocket.

"That was a deliberate distraction", he complained.  "I 
take it Glyn has spoken with you."

"Yes", said the always adventurous Sonia.  "What do you 
think?"

"If I wasn't married to the sexiest woman I know, I would 
be very envious of you all.  I wish you every success but 
you do know that won't be the case for everyone?"

"Yes", replied Cilla more seriously.  "My parents are 
definitely going to be a problem."

"You're in a better position to judge than I am."  (He 
also liked her position close behind Sonia's tight bum - 
Oh to be single and young again!)

"You might find they will surprise you though.  Be 
prepared to give them a chance to accept you and also 
don't be surprised if that acceptance takes a while."

"Thank you Uncle Frank."  Cilla gave him a kiss on the 
cheek.  He returned it chastely on hers before she moved 
back.

"You're welcome."

Sonia came over to thank him as well but was more of a 
tease.  She threw an arm around his neck and pulled his 
head down to her level, planting her lips on his.  "Thank 
you from me too."

"My pleasure", her responded sincerely.

Sonia took her turn and successfully potted her ball then 
left the white in a difficult position.

As Frank was lining himself up she moved to Cilla and 
repeated the kiss she had given him, but this time she 
obviously penetrated Cilla's mouth and gripped one of her 
ass cheeks as she ground her crotch against Cilla's leg.

Frank didn't even attempt to take his shot.  He simply 
stood and watched the lesbian exhibition and said "Are we 
here to play pool or should I just sit down and enjoy the 
rest of the show?"

Cilla broke the kiss and both girls laughed.  "It didn't 
work the second time lover", she told Sonia.  She turned 
to Frank, "We'll be good."

"You don't have to.  I was enjoying the show actually."

"Sorry", she told him, "There's no more show."

They let him play properly, merely holding hands whenever 
it was his turn.

Frank got serious, "You will have to be careful about 
that you know."  He pointed to their hands.

"You can't very well be both in and out.  It's one thing 
to be yourselves among a few friends you can trust, and 
I'm happy that you include me in that number, but if you 
ARE going to be open about it you will have to bear the 
consequences.  I'm not trying to scare you.  You just 
have to think things through."

Cilla and Sonia listened to him and were silent as they 
both thought back over their recent behaviour.  There was
nothing that they were ashamed of, although both knew 
they would be hard pressed to explain themselves if some 
of their exploits became more widely known - the truck 
driver incident sprang to both their minds.  I hadn't
gone as far as discussing THAT with Frank.

They nodded to him and, although they still held hands, 
they also listened more carefully for noise on the 
stairs.

When they did move a short distance apart on hearing
something, it turned out it was only me.

I took advantage of the "privacy" to give each a kiss and 
then held their waists while Uncle Frank played his next 
shot.

"You've got yourself a fine pair of minxes there", he 
told me and then added in a whisper as Sonia took her 
turn, "and I bet they shag like minks, you lucky 
bastard."

I couldn't reply at first.  It's not quite the comment 
you expect from an uncle.  "A gentleman doesn't discuss 
these matters", I eventually whispered back, "but I 
wouldn't call you a liar."

It would be nice to be able to come up with an 
instantaneous response when needed - mine always seem to 
come to me the next day.

He finally beat Sonia and we declined another game and 
went back upstairs.  A few people were leaving and looked 
me up to say goodbye; the normal "thank your host" 
conversation.

Renate had disappeared with Rick for a quiet pash and
they eventually resurfaced, joining us as we sat around
the pool talking with a cousin and two of my mates.
People drifted off from time to time until there was only
our small group left by the pool.

My cousin had moved inside to talk with my parents; Uncle 
Frank was with them for a while until he put his head out 
to also say goodnight.

-----

It was just after midnight when my mates had to leave; 
they had a match tomorrow or rather, later today, and had
to get their beauty sleep.

Mum and Dad were taking my cousin home as she didn't 
drive; my great-aunt had gone to bed sometime earlier as 
had the younger kids.

This left just the five of us.

Rick got up soon after Dad drove out to collect Renate's 
things.  He was going to walk her home.  Her parents had 
set a 12:30 curfew but once she was home they hadn't said 
anything about when her guest had to leave.  I didn't 
expect him back until after Mum and Dad got back, and 
they had a good way to drive.

They left, Renate still staring at the matching revealing 
outfits.  She had quizzed them when she had first arrived 
but had only been told it was a fun surprise birthday 
present for me.

Renate knew her fashion.  It wasn't designer label by any 
means but certainly expensive fun.  Still it was their 
money.

She walked down the drive with my brother's arm around 
her waist (Was his hand on her butt?  It was dark) and 
her head on his shoulder.

It was Cilla who spoke first after they left.  "There's 
one more present for you but you have to unwrap it in 
your room."

There were a couple of presences that would look nice 
unwrapped.  "Only one?" I asked.

"Yes.  You've had quite sufficient tonight - don't be 
greedy."

"I'd just like to point out that it's now a new day and I 
haven't had any today - presents that is."

Sonia gave me a mock glare.  "You had better not have had 
ANY! PERIOD! today or yesterday - I've been with Cilla 
since lunchtime so I know what we've given you."

She smiled as she led the way through the quiet house to 
my room.  She ushered me inside and Cilla followed.

Sonia grabbed a small bag she had left there earlier 
without my knowledge and excused herself.

Cilla turned her back to me.  "Help me get out of this 
dress."

"Ah.  So you're the package I get to unwrap?"

"Behave yourself.  I just need a hand with the zip."

I unzipped the back of her dress and she let it drop to 
the floor revealing her golden g-string.  She went to my 
wardrobe and hung it on a spare hanger.

I watched her swaying tits as she turned back.  They 
always seemed to catch my eye first.

"Get undressed", she ordered me.  "I'll be right back."  
I was stunned when she left my room in just a narrow 
golden triangle and a couple of straps.

Still, the place should be empty.  I did as I was told, 
slipping between the sheets while I awaited whatever they 
had in mind.

Cilla returned with Sonia's dress which she hung up 
beside her own.  She then joined me in the bed and kissed 
me before laying her head on my chest.

"This is nice.  I'd like to be able to spend the night 
with you like this."

"I would too love."  I held her close to my naked body.

The door opened and fortunately it was Sonia who entered.

She had had a quick shower and had dressed in a beautiful 
nightie.  She was all in white.

Start at the top.  The white elastic headband contrasted 
against her straight black hair.  The thin white material 
of her nightie revealed an indistinct view of her nipples 
where the matching jacket didn't obscure the view 
further.

Down below, the nightie's transparency was blocked by a 
pair of satin knickers, shining silver-white above a 
similar pair of stockings and a pair of white shoes.

She had on a pair of lacy gloves that covered her 
forearms to her elbows and in one hand was the only trace 
of colour, a small bouquet of what turned out to be 
forget-me-nots.

Cilla produced a Polaroid camera from her own bag and 
took a couple of shots of what I hoped was my present.  
They had made every effort to wrap it properly if it was 
and I was glad Cilla was recording the event for
posterity.

Sonia spoke to me for the first time since scolding me by 
the pool.

"Tonight I want to give you your final birthday present 
from us.  Cilla has made all of this possible."  She 
waved her hand up and down her body and then went to kiss 
our semi-naked photographer.  "So this is very much her 
present as well as mine."

"I wanted to give you something special that you couldn't 
get elsewhere.  You have our love.  We have told you that 
and will keep telling you, and we have shared our loving 
with you with our bodies as well."

"Cilla helped my pick out these clothes.  I thought at 
first they were too much but then I reconsidered.  We are 
a bit unusual.  Hah!  That's an understatement!"

"What I mean is we don't know how things will turn out.  
We can only hope for the best.  I had dreams of a wedding 
one day and now that's not so important.  It's something 
to consider for the future but tonight I want to give you 
something that can only be given once.  And so it was 
only appropriate that I come to you in white.  I am still 
a virgin", she giggled, "well technically, and I want you 
to be the one to change that."

I was overwhelmed by the love she was expressing and took 
her in my arms as tears rolled down my cheeks.  There was 
a flash as Cilla recorded the moment - that would have to 
go in the "private" album considering my naked state - 
before embracing us both as well.

"Well then", she chided me, "don't you like your 
present?"

"I like it very much."

Cilla had taken my virginity and hers simultaneously soon 
after we met with the mistaken belief at the time that I 
was more experienced.  She had lost her hymen previously 
through other means and had not discussed her intentions 
nor out states of "innocence" (Hah!) prior to attending 
to the urgency in her loins.

Tonight had taken on a more formal route with Sonia's 
declaration and I felt it was important for me to 
emphasise my feelings as well.

"I too cannot say what the future will bring but declare 
to you both my intentions as they stand now and which I 
will try to fulfil."

I took their hands in mine.

"I love you both.  I want if possible to spend my life 
with you both.  I will endeavour to love and respect you 
equally, to care for your needs as best I can, to be open 
and honest in all things."

"I understand your decisions and the implications and 
accept it with all the love in my heart.  Nothing was 
said the day Cilla gave her gift to me, so to you Cilla I 
also say thank you for the love you have given me."

I didn't realise it at the time but I had essentially 
duplicated the marriage pledges.  There was no legality 
to it (breach of promise had disappeared years ago if it 
could even be considered to apply in our special 
circumstances) but if there was a deity looking down then 
perhaps he/she was witness enough.

Cilla did pick up on the import however and was willing 
to make a similar commitment.  She took Sonia's free hand 
in hers so we now stood in a triangle as she tried to 
remember the words I had used.

"I love you both and want to spend the rest of my life 
with you.  I promise to love you and care for you as best 
I can while we are together."

She looked at Sonia expectantly and gave her hand a 
squeeze when she started speaking in turn.

"I will love you both and no others for the rest of my 
life.  I will care for you and comfort you and respect 
you to the best of my ability."

"So be it."   My comment was, perhaps, a blessing on us
as well.

"You realise what just happened?" Cilla queried us.

"What?"  I was beginning to have my suspicions after some 
of the phrases used.  I didn't mind if that was how they 
felt, hell I started it, but I was interested if Cilla 
was thinking along the same lines.

"We might have just gotten married", she grinned.

We might be just fooling around but we were sincere and, 
what the heck, why couldn't we have a little make believe 
for one night.

I hugged them to me.  "We might try for a more public 
acknowledgement but that would have to wait a couple of 
years.  I missed out promising the 'forsaking all others' 
and 'in sickness and in health' bits but you can take 
them as read, together with the 'with all my worldly 
goods I thee endow'."

I looked at our rings.  "I don't think we should leave 
them there, but for tonight ..."

I took Sonia's ring from her right hand and solemnly 
moved it to the ring finger of her left, "With this ring 
I thee wed."  I kissed her and noticed the sheen in her 
eyes as they watered with emotion.

I extended my hand to Cilla.

"With this ring I thee wed."  She kissed me and turned to 
Sonia.

I watched as Cilla's ring changed hands and my new 
"brides" kissed.

Unofficial?  Definitely!  Immature?  Perhaps.  A joke?
By no means.  It showed the depth of our feelings for
each other.  My birthday had turned into our honeymoon!

I looked at Cilla whose eyes were also sparkling.  "Are 
you going to record the striptease?"

Sonia butted in.  "Does that camera have a timer?"

"Yes", said Cilla.

"Can you set it up to take all three of us first.  If 
we're married I want a wedding photo."

With Cilla and I in various states of undress and Sonia 
in the sexiest bridal outfit I have ever seen it would be 
one of the strangest and most erotic wedding photos.  
Cilla set up the shot and, after checking the results, 
repositioned the camera slightly managing to get a 
reasonable picture of the three of us.

Cilla took the camera and moved back while I posed Sonia.  
I stood behind her so my face was visible but my erection 
wasn't and slipped the light jacket off her shoulders.  
It rested in the crook of her arm stylishly revealing the 
thin straps on her bare shoulders.

Flash!

I removed it and laid it on the chair by my desk.

Flash!

I slipped my arms around Sonia's waist and under her 
nightie, kissing her neck and nibbling on her earlobe.

Flash!  I hoped Cilla had a spare film.

The nightie came off over Sonia's head and I replaced the 
jacket.  It hung open showing Sonia from chin to navel, 
and a little further south, while obscuring the view of 
her breasts.  Very tantalising!

Flash!

I then drew the jacket back so it framed her cute little 
tits.

Flash!

And off with the jacket again.

Flash!

It caught me with my hands once again around Sonia's 
waist.  The brilliant white of Sonia's satin knickers and 
stockings reflected the glare.

I moved my hands up to cup her breasts.  Flash again!

I slid one hand inside those brilliant knickers, my thumb 
remaining visible over the top.

Flash!

I knelt behind Sonia and pulled the panties down.  My 
cheek rested against her smooth ass cheek.  Sonia now 
only wore head band, gloves, stockings and shoes.

Flash.  Her black triangle contrasted against the extra 
whiteness where the material at the top of each stocking 
had a double thickness.

The head band, gloves and stockings could stay but the
shoes had to go.  I undid the straps and removed them
then sat Sonia on the side of the bed.

I turned to Cilla and took the camera.  "Sonia love, I 
want you to be as prepared as you can be.  I don't know 
how much it will hurt and I want this to be a happy 
memory.  You hear different stories but the one I 
consider most reliable is that you are better off if you 
are climbing the walls before it happens."

Sonia looked up and around my room.  She was acting the 
fool in her nervousness.

"I know you really like being eaten by Cilla and since 
it's her 'honeymoon' too I thought she might like to 
start the ball rolling."

Cilla was willing and knelt between Sonia's thighs.

As Sonia leaned back holding Cilla's head for support I 
worked out the settings on the camera and took a photo of 
the other "newlyweds".  This was definitely going to be 
one wedding album that would be kept under lock and key.

Sonia had rehearsed the bulk of her speech a couple of 
times and had gotten most of it out the way she had 
intended.  She had been a little nervous after all.

It was different from our previous escapades; this was 
premeditated and that gave her time to think about the 
negative issues and to worry how I would react.

However the "wedding" had diverted her from that.  She 
had been overjoyed that Cilla and I had promised 
ourselves to her.  She knew that promises sometimes 
didn't get, or couldn't be, kept but for now we
considered ourselves married regardless of reality or
what changes the future might bring.  We were young, and
perhaps foolish, but it was an emotional time.

Having her photo taken as her clothing was gradually 
removed was a turn on and Cilla's tongue pushed its way 
through a gelid mass of juices on it's way up Sonia's 
tight cunt.  It pushed against the delicate tissues that 
incompletely sealed the entrance.

Sonia moved her hips forward to make better contact with 
Cilla's mouth as the tongue moved around and Cilla sucked 
Sonia's lips into her mouth.  I couldn't get a close up 
with the cheap camera but managed to get a lovely one 
from directly behind Cilla that showed her head bowed 
over Sonia's box, then Sonia's compact tits which almost 
disappeared due to the lack of shadow when lit from that 
angle.  I moved around and took another from behind 
Sonia's head which did show the little triangular peaks 
which framed Cilla's face as I caught her tongue sliding 
through those tasty cunt lips.

Cilla looked up at me.  "I think she might be ready for 
you.  If I eat her much longer she's likely to come 
before you're ready."

I looked down at the inverted face of my nubile nymph.  
"Do you have any preference for position love?"

Sonia answered in the negative so I considered the 
options.

If Sonia sat on top of me she could control her movements 
but that might be a bad thing.  If you have ever gotten a 
large splinter or a staple embedded in a finger you will 
know how difficult it can be to extract it yourself 
whereas another person, not feeling the pain on each tug, 
can have the procedure finalised with minimal fuss.  So a 
missionary position may be better or perhaps doggy style.

Doggy style was definitely a fun position but not quite 
romantic enough for the occasion, I thought.

How much blood?  Hell there was so much I didn't know.  
"Help me girls", I silently prayed.

"Do we need a towel or anything on the bed?"

"I've got one here", said Cilla.  This HAD been planned 
ahead of time.  What would they have done if my parents 
hadn't gone out?  Probably have stubbornly stuck it out 
until they had gone to bed if I knew them.

She lay the towel across the bed and Sonia lay down on 
it, her legs spread invitingly.  I was sorry but it was 
just too clinical.  She might be ready but I felt I was 
just on standby, waiting until I was required.

If this evening was to be treated like a honeymoon, my 
cherry busting should be the culmination of our loving, 
not a rushed activity before my parents got home.

"Lets just lie down together and take things slowly."

It may have been my birthday but it was Sonia's "big 
event".  I would have other birthdays.  So we organised 
things around her with Cilla on one side and I on the 
other.

It quickly became apparent that my narrow bed was not up 
to the task.

"Hop up for a minute."

I took my quilt and spread it on the floor and added my 
pillows and the towel.  At least we wouldn't fall off.

I kissed my virgin "bride" and she suddenly started.

"I'm sorry", she told me, "I was going to tell you before 
but I forgot.  I'm on the Pill now but you still have to 
use a condom tonight.  I wanted to feel you in me 
properly but I don't want to wait any longer."

"That's all right", I comforted her.  "I'm happy to love 
you however you want; Or we can just fool around if you 
prefer."

"No.  I want it to be tonight."

I let Cilla cuddle her while I went to my drawer and got 
a condom which I put beside the quilt until it was 
needed.

Cilla was sucking on one of Sonia's tits so I copied with 
the other.

I could get my jollies almost any way and it appeared 
Cilla was prepared to let this be Sonia's night so we 
both concentrated on her pleasure for now.

Sonia had a hand on the back of each of our necks, her 
fingers buried in the hair on the back of our heads as 
she forced our mouths further over her mini-mounds.

With a little turn of my head I could see Cilla's face 
next to mine.  She must have noticed the movement as her 
eye caught mine.  I trailed my mouth off my tit and moved 
across to hers.  She turned and we kissed as we lay with 
our cheeks on Sonia's chest.

It was an interesting position but not all that 
comfortable.  Our noses got in each others way as we 
couldn't turn our heads far without pressing hard against 
Sonia's ribcage.

I gave her a push on the tush while I pressed my tongue 
to the roof of her mouth.  My whole body was hinting to 
Cilla that I wanted her to move with me up Sonia's body.

We shuffled up, kissing her skin as we went.

Sonia arched her neck, head back to expose it to the 
licks and nibbles from both sides.  As though we were 
choreographed we both attacked her earlobes, sucking them 
into our mouths and delicately biting them before making 
her shiver with a gentle (that's emphasised) breath into 
each ear and then a probing tongue.

People's ears appear to fall into either the ticklish or 
the highly erotic categories (they can be both).  Sonia 
squirmed but it was not due to a fit of giggles.

Our lips brushed across her cheeks and our faces met like 
a pie cut into thirds, our lips just making contact.  
Noses were the problem once again but we were able to rub 
our tongues against one another before changing into a 
few rounds of serial kissing.

This is a fun activity for three (or more) consenting 
people.

One person turns their head to the left and the person on 
that side turns to the right and they kiss.  Then they 
face in the opposite direction and kiss whoever is there.  
With three, one person has to wait their turn.

If you're really kinky/friendly you can play "pass the 
parcel"; see how often an upside down W&W or similar
candy can go around before it's gone or pay a penalty if
it's in your mouth when the music stops - no swallowing
to hide the fact though.

In this case it was intended simply to make the evening a 
fun time and increase all our levels of arousal.  I know 
it worked for me.  Seeing two girls passionately kiss 
between having my own turn with each of them can 
certainly put lead in your pencil.

I left Cilla kissing Sonia during our fourth or fifth 
cycle and moved down between Sonia's legs.  Cilla had 
done a fine job starting Sonia off for the evening but I 
wanted a taste of her sweet pussy too.

I crawled into place with her legs over my shoulders and 
my arms holding her hips.

Cilla noticed the change in Sonia's kisses when I made 
contact and started licking up the secretions.  She moved 
her head back and smiled at the young sexpot.

"Nice?"

"Oh yes."

"It gets nicer, I assure you."

"I can hardly wait.  Why don't you fuck me?" she called 
down her body.

"Hri vnnt oodoo vaodm" was my wasted muffled reply.

"Whatever you said, please hurry up."

I deliberately took her literally and my tongue began 
laving her crack as fast as I could make it go.  I made 
the tip quiver over her clit and she yelled out (somewhat 
subdued by her presence in someone else's house) "Not 
that fast!"

She clamped her thighs together which stopped my head 
moving but, unfortunately for her, left my tongue in 
position next to her clit.

She gave up with her thighs and pushed my head away 
instead.

"Come up here and make me a woman."

What bodice-rippers had she been reading?

"If I had the recipe I'd make you half a dozen."

No, I did NOT say that!  One has to treat some moments 
with a little sensitivity if one doesn't want to get 
one's balls crushed in revenge.

Still, a man's got to do what a man's got to do - okay 
John Wayne style tautologies can be put to one side also.

I retrieved the condom and knelt to put it on.

"Let me", offered Cilla.

She took it from the packet and rolled the end onto the 
head of my penis.  She then used her lips to roll it most 
of the way down.  It was stimulating to watch and if 
Sonia hadn't been waiting I would have considered a 
blowjob instead.

Cilla moved out of the way and I turned to Sonia.

"If you don't mind", she said, "I want Cilla with us as 
well."

"Okay.  What do you want her to do?"

"I don't think she can lie on me but ...", she turned to 
Cilla, "... do you mind if I lay on you?"

"Anything you want love."  She stripped off her g-string 
and lay down in Sonia's place.

Sonia lay on her back over Cilla's stomach with her head 
cushioned between Cilla's soft mounds.  I would have to 
be careful to keep supporting my weight.

Cilla wrapped Sonia in her arms and kissed the top of her 
head.  "All okay love?"

Sonia move Cilla's hands to hold her breasts and then 
held her arms while Cilla started stroking.  "Yes dear."

They looked up at me in anticipation.

I lay down and covered Sonia's prone form though I made 
no attempt to penetrate her at that stage.

I put my mouth on Cilla's fingers and licked between 
them, adding my tongues slippery touch on Sonia's 
nipples.

Sonia released her girlfriend (wife?) and put her arms 
around me instead as I moved up to kiss her.  My 
ensheathed penis was resting on her pubic bone and I left 
it there for the moment.

It was rather strange laying there, supporting my weight 
on my forearms as Cilla and I sandwiched our little 
virgin between our bodies.

As I rested my body carefully on Sonia I felt the firm 
backs of Cilla's hands against my chest instead of the 
soft compressible tissues of Sonia's tits.  Cilla's hands 
wriggled and I lifted up while still frenching Sonia and 
Cilla put her hands over Sonia's behind my back.

I felt her intertwine her fingers with Sonia's as I lay 
back down, squashing the tiny breasts under my chest.

I began moving my hips to rub my prick along the fur-
lined gully.  Sonia was wet and ready for fucking.

I wasn't sure if I was.

Fast or slow?  I wasn't sure what would be best.  Sonia 
was stimulated; at least I wouldn't be trying to force my 
way into a dry hole.

I thought of other incidents; you ripped an adhesive 
bandage off quickly didn't you?  A quick jab of pain was 
probably better than a slow increase until her hymen 
broke.  Sorry if I'm wrong Sonia.

It may sound like I lay there thinking things over but it 
as more my brain churning ideas around as we got closer 
to the inevitable.

My prick had slipped into the entrance of her vagina a 
couple of times but I hadn't pushed, instead backing off 
and sliding along her slit instead.  Now I made a 
conscious effort to place myself there as I felt Sonia's 
excitement building.

I pushed, hard, and felt a brief interruption before her 
tight pussy engulfed me.  It was only the volume of her 
juices coating me that allowed me entrance.  I waited at 
the bottom while Sonia's fingers crushed Cilla's hands 
and forced her fingers in turn into my back.

"It's all right", she looked at me.  I hoped the dampness 
at the sides of her eyes was joy but feared otherwise.  
"Fuck me properly.  Please!"

I started slowly moving back then buried myself again.  
The latex coating, and I think maybe my concern for 
Sonia, was all that kept me coming.

I WANTED to think about my loves lying under me and to 
feel the total pleasure that Sonia's fantastically tight 
twat was giving me but I had to force myself to put it to 
one side while I concentrated on her needs.

Do you realise what an impossible task that is for a 
seventeen year old male?

I did manage to keep the rhythm slow as Sonia lay there 
experiencing a cock, or indeed anything, in her pussy for 
the first time.  The feeling of fullness was as intense 
for her as the sensation of tightness was to me.

It was too much; I had to speed up.

The need for friction became immediate and my balls were 
slapping against her ass as they began to unload.  Cilla 
felt Sonia's back being rammed against her protruding 
clit.  Not quite the best stimulation she had had but it 
certainly made her a part of the "performance".

The spurts emitted from my throbbing prick were trapped 
by the condom but Sonia felt the change in my body.

"Cross your legs behind his back", Cilla whispered the 
advice and Sonia obeyed.  This increased the pressure of 
my prick against the front wall of her vagina.

"Oh yes.  It's wonderful.  Please keep going."

Cilla was being squashed but she thought it was worth it.

My rage was over but I knew I needed to leave Sonia both 
satisfied tonight and wanting more at some later date.  I 
checked to see that the condom wasn't slipping and 
redoubled my efforts.

Sonia peaked but didn't indicate she wanted me to stop.  
I kissed her lips briefly as I continued to massage her 
most private parts with my still stiff prick.

It was getting harder (no IT wasn't) to continue and I 
was worried that the condom may come off leaving me 
pumping my sperm coated cock in her less than protected 
pussy.  An unplanned pregnancy would not be a good 
outcome.

So I gripped the rubber as I withdrew; Sonia complained 
her adventure was prematurely over but I stilled her with 
a kiss then lay against her, sucking on her breasts once 
more while I fingered her pussy.

My manual manipulations managed marvels.  Sonia soared, 
sensations surging skywards.  (Alliterative allusions 
appeared appropriate, apologies!)

Spent, she lay there with an arm around my head and 
Cilla's arm around her waist.

"Thank you both", she said.

"Thank you for the most precious birthday present I have 
ever received.  I hope I didn't spoil it in any way."

"No I think it was just perfect.  Being here with the two 
people I love most, it was better than I imagined."

"You're not hurt?"  I was still concerned.

"No.  There was a little bit of pain when you entered me 
but then it felt so good and I didn't notice anything.  
I'm a bit sore now but it's not bad."

"Can I get you anything?"

"A warm face cloth might be a good idea."

 I kissed her, then our patient and loving Cilla, slipped 
on some shorts and then disappeared to the bathroom.

"You sure you're okay?" asked Cilla.  She worried that
Sonia might just have been being brave in front of me.

"Just hold me tight, love.  It wasn't so bad as I had 
expected but it does sting a little now.  Is there much 
mess?"

"I'm not sure.  Do you want to sit up and check?"

"No, I'd rather lay here but I suppose I'd better."

I had left the light on during the delivery of my present 
and Sonia sat to survey the "damage".

"Oh damn!  I've got some blood on the top of one of my 
stockings."  She surveyed the rest.  There was a read 
smear over the top of her thighs but nothing too bad.  
She'd had period accidents that looked worse.

When I returned she took the hot damp cloth and told me 
to give Cilla a kiss and a cuddle while she cleaned up.  
I let her have some privacy and move up to plant a lusty 
kiss on a lusty wench.

Cilla hadn't been worried about getting off herself, it 
was to be Sonia's special night after all, and she wanted 
her lover to have an evening to remember.

Sonia had other ideas.  She hadn't expected it to work 
out this way but if this was going to be our "wedding 
night" she definitely wanted it to involve a loss of 
virginity between her and Cilla as well.  (Cilla and I 
had jumped the gun a little.)

She didn't know ahead of time whether she would have an 
opportunity to use it but, regardless, she had packed the 
dildo she had asked Cilla to buy.

She had put it away carefully while she still had her 
hymen but with the loss of her virginity it was now 
possible to consider its use.

She used a finger to check inside her hole.  The tissue 
was tender but not incapacitating.  She was able.

Sonia fumbled through her bag and retrieved the rubber 
dong, stripping off her gloves as she did so.  It flexed
as she carried it over to the otherwise occupied couple
and she lay it down beside her as she nestled in between
her "wife's" legs.

Cilla was kissing me as we played with one another's 
nipples when she felt Sonia start kissing her way up her 
left thigh.  It tickled a little and she anticipated 
Sonia's mouth pressing down over her pussy.

Unfortunately (!) Sonia skipped that part of her anatomy 
and continued down her right thigh.  She stopped a little 
way above the knee and began working her way back up 
again, licking the smooth skin this time, a series of 
long overlapping passes that moved her closer and closer 
to the patch of wet fur.

Oops!  Missed again!  And down the left leg of the 
increasingly frustrated Cilla.  Down the left and up 
again.  Yes, she skipped over again, teasing this time as 
she suddenly returned for a firm kiss amidst the sweet 
secretions.

Her top lip brushed against Cilla's clit but Sonia wasn't 
going there just yet.  She was in a teasing mood and now 
concentrated on licking Cilla's external features.

I had turned my head to watch and moved up to rest it on 
her shoulder while lifting her breast back towards my 
mouth.  I massaged it gently while my teeth nipped 
carefully, holding the nipple for my tongue to lash.  I 
released it and sucked the cone of her breast into my 
mouth.

Now I could sink my teeth into the mass of tissue buried 
behind the nipple.

I wasn't trying to hurt.  My teeth didn't crush or bite; 
merely gave me purchase, massaging the deep milk-giving 
tissues while my tongue caressed the peak that allowed 
their flow to the surface.

Sonia meanwhile was laving Cilla's outer lips, her tongue 
making wide circles to avoid both the inner regions now 
aflood with lubricating juices and her clit, standing 
erect.

Sonia could have happily swallowed every last drop 
gushing from the pussy before her but tonight she had 
other things in mind.

She double-checked with her finger.  Yes, Cilla was wet 
inside as well as out; not just at the entrance but for 
some depth within.

Sonia sat up and moved closer to her lesbian lover.  She 
slipped her right leg under Cilla's left and turned to 
lay her left over the right.  Their pussies were now 
facing and with only a little effort Sonia was able to 
rub her wet quim against Cilla's.

There are many ways of stimulating a woman's pussy.  
Those that involve a good level of lubrication tend to be 
much more enjoyable.  Thus a tongue, or a slimy cock 
fresh from fucking and covered in juices and spunk, are 
likely to be preferred over a finger that needs to be 
re-dampened regularly.

While not ignoring the pleasure of a job well done, 
tongue and finger are of more benefit to the bearer of 
the pussy.  But when pussy meets pussy the pleasure is 
most definitely felt by both parties and the race may be 
on to see who finishes first.

So I watched as Cilla ground herself against Sonia and 
Sonia ground herself against Cilla.

Fountain competed with fountain to flood the area and 
clit collided with clit in a cascading shower of virtual 
sparks.

I sat up, watching the feverish antics as my loves found 
themselves in a runaway circle of mutual stimulation.

If one sought a moments relief, easing back, the other 
came in harder, trying to maintain contact, the selfish 
need for pleasure giving unavoidable pleasure in turn.  
There were no conscious decisions to try something to 
make the other person happy, once contact had been made 
it was a personal feel-good experience that I 
unfortunately could only watch.

Cilla's hand reached down and found Sonia's.  Sonia 
reached up with her other and seized Cilla's wrist in 
turn.  They now had the means to resist being pushed away 
from each other and to draw their lover closer against 
them; something I would have believed physically 
impossible.

This set them off, their shudders only adding an 
additional vibrating contact to each other.  They eased 
off, each maintaining contact with the other's hands but 
letting their pussies drift apart.  There was no 
suggestion yet of separating.  It had been an 
overpowering experience but they wanted to stay together.

"That was amazing to watch."  I spoke softly and 
lovingly, my appreciative comments disturbing them from 
their distracted state.  I gave Cilla then Sonia a gentle 
kiss; they weren't quite ready to sit up yet!

After a couple of minutes to recover, Sonia moved 
slightly away from Cilla, to her initial disappointment.

She picked up the dildo and, out of Cilla's view, began 
to coat it with the excess juices smeared all over her 
pussy (and her thighs - I hoped I got the cleanup job.)

I watched as Sonia placed the end against Cilla's pussy, 
(so big!) swirling it around slowly until it bumped into 
place at the entrance to her vagina.

I had seen her use a vibrator on Cilla before but we had 
forgotten the extra item Cilla had purchased for us.

It was about a foot long (30 centimetres) and was 
designed to resemble the head of a penis at each end.  
That was about the end of any resemblance with my prick 
though.

I wouldn't get called needle dick, nor was the dildo as 
wide as Sonia's narrow wrist but it certainly exceeded my 
girth.  I wasn't sure how it would feel to Cilla and was 
definitely unsure whether it would even fit in Sonia.

Sonia gripped it close to Cilla so it couldn't flex away.  
She started to feed it slowly into Cilla's cunt.

I must admit that looked like fun; If given half a chance 
I'd like to try fucking the dears with it myself - 
perhaps when they had worn me down but still needed more 
pleasure themselves.

"Oh!"  It wasn't a cry of pain.  "Mmmm.  Yes!"

Sonia made tiny fucking motions with her toy a couple of 
centimetres in and out; not going deep; just gradually 
getting the opening used to the width.

"A bit more, please love.  Glyn.  Come here!"

I moved up to her and she thrust her tongue down my 
throat.  I was missing the show but sometimes one must 
make sacrifices.

Sonia now had more than the head disappearing and was 
increasing the speed with which she thrust it forward.  
Slowly back, almost out, letting the muscles start to 
contract as she paused then firmly pushing, not too deep, 
a quick thrust to stretch that hole.

The dildo was coated with juices and it was only the size 
that impeded its motion.  The ridge around the fake head 
pushed over band after band of muscle, stimulating the 
nerve endings as it massaged the buxom red head
internally.

Cilla felt it bottom out.  It pressed against her cervix, 
a brief twinge of pain before it was withdrawn only to 
return, not quite so hard, then stopped.

The absence of motion was disturbing at first; Cilla had 
been enjoying the sensations.  Now, as her cunt 
contracted around the phoney prick, the sensation of 
fullness was like nothing she had felt before.

Cilla wouldn't have been able to describe the difference 
between my prick and the rubber dildo in her cunt.  The 
sensations differed markedly and both were incredibly 
satisfying in their own ways.  She wasn't about to give 
me up for a lump of rubber - the whole package was much 
more enjoyable - but she wouldn't knock the dildo back, 
even occasionally when I was available.

She felt it jiggle a bit inside her and I was allowed to 
have another look as she lifted her head up to see for 
herself.

Sonia was moistening the other end in preparation to 
inserting it in her own pussy.

"Can you help my Glyn?"

Could I!

I held it where I had seen her do when she was inserting 
it into Cilla and started the same sort of motion.  
Wetting it as much as possible; finding the hole and 
gradually trying to get it buried inside.

I had noticed the tightness of Sonia's twat; now I had to 
try and get something even larger in there.

It was a little tricky manipulating it since the other 
end was buried deep in Cilla.  I tried to ease one side 
in then the other, getting past the bulging rim of the 
rubber head and then letting it hold her pussy wide while 
the other side slowly edged in.

It took a couple of attempts and Sonia grimaced a little 
as I finally managed to sink the head into position.

Sonia found her vagina had to stretch more than she had 
anticipated.  For a while she was wishing that she had 
selected a smaller version.  The pressure against her 
damaged hymen stung a little more than before but as she 
got used to the size the stinging became less important 
than the other sensations.

The dildo wasn't just resting there.  I may have stopped 
pushing while Sonia recovered but both she and Cilla were 
inevitably making little movements which transmitted 
themselves through that rubbery link.

Cilla had a good grip on her end; her cunt muscles, 
stretched around the larger than normal filling, were 
gripping it tightly.

I had felt her ability to stroke my thinner penis with 
those muscles so I could appreciate nothing was going to 
shift the dildo if she really clamped down.

Sonia on the other hand had less to hold onto but there 
was a noticeable difference in width between the head and 
the shaft.  Not a lot but the opening of her vagina, 
having stretched past the larger head, had now settled 
around the lesser diameter.  I suspected it would take a 
little work to get that sucker back out again.

Any movements she of Cilla made away from each other 
resulted in that ring being pulled out slightly from 
Sonia's body.  Imagine looking at someone pursing their 
lips for a kiss!  It was obscenely arousing.

Likewise Sonia found she could push it in slightly with 
movements of her body in the other direction.

If she tried too hard the length exposed bent slightly 
but there wasn't much to bend so she was successful in 
forcing it deeper.

I put my hand around the object protruding from the 
depths of both my loves and held it firm, letting Sonia 
ease it in at her own pace.

It was fortunate that my parents' room was at the 
opposite side of the house and also that they treated our 
privacy seriously.  Otherwise I could just imagine a 
knock on the door at the moment, being followed by its 
immediate opening to allow a view of our trio stretched 
lewdly out across the floor.

As Sonia moved back, gasping slightly as her cunt was 
filled, my hand became pressed between the two still 
slimy pussies.  I removed it and watched as Sonia 
gradually closed the gap, assisted periodically by an 
extra push from Cilla.  She left about four centimetres 
between them; they could get no closer.

Sonia found her heart racing with the effort and the 
excitement.  She hand Cilla had managed to get off by 
grinding their pussies together.  Now she was ready to go 
again and the feeling was very different.  With the 
double dildo in place she and Cilla could really fuck 
each other.

The only question was - how to actually manage it.

While they were lying there getting their breaths back I 
got cheeky and slipped my hands into the gap that 
separated those two sweet pussies.

I crossed my forearms and pressed the backs of each hand 
together leaving my fingers free to diddle the pair.  
They were "trapped" and couldn't do more than squirm 
around until one or the other decided to relax her hold 
enough to let the dildo slide out of her pussy.

It was inevitable I suppose that Cilla should be able to 
release her end before Sonia.

As the dong started sliding in and out with their 
movements I sat back and watched.  Sonia could feel her 
"penis" was now freely moving at the other end and was 
trying to pump it in and out of her partner.  She wasn't 
used to moving that way and took a little while to find a 
satisfactory action.

Cilla lay there enjoying the movement of the large 
phallus as it stroked her, stretching and relaxing the 
muscles as the head moved back and forth.  It felt 
glorious.

I could have joined in again but was enjoying the view 
too much.  Think of how many men hire videos, buy 
magazines or just generally fantasize over a lesbian 
encounter.

Girl-Girl action is almost invariably interesting to us!

So should I give up my ringside seat and miss some of the 
fun.  No way.  Unless one of the ladies wanted 
assistance, I would just sit here, cock a-throbbing, and 
drink it all in.

Sonia was managing better now.  She still had a hard job 
moving that dildo in Cilla's snatch but she had an 
irregular rhythm going.

Or at least she did until Cilla gripped down, strangling 
the dildo and refusing to let it go.

Sonia wasn't prepared.

She had pushed it deep into Cilla with a mighty thrust of 
her slim hips and then lunged back with equal force, 
expecting it to follow.  Instead it was dragged through 
her own cunt.

She had become accustomed to the feeling of absolute 
fullness and this was suddenly changed to a ripping 
effect as the massive stretched the muscular lining in 
its passing.

"Arrrggh", she screamed with the unexpected sensation.  
It wasn't exactly pain; the surge of pleasure as every 
dormant nerve cell, tricked into a state of complacency 
by the prior relative stillness of the dildo, fired as 
one, a flood of pleasure, pain, heat and touch together 
overloading Sonia's body.

She slumped over.

"Sonia?  Are you alright?"  I moved towards her, my 
concern alerting Cilla that the scream presaged something 
more serious.

Cilla noticed her lover's body poised in an unnatural 
position (as if having a giant dildo stuffed up your twat 
is a normal position!).
 
"Check she's breathing okay.  She's probably just fainted 
- it's happened before."

Before!  What HAVE my lovelies been getting up to 
together?

Sonia was breathing comfortably.  I lightly patted her 
cheek.  What does one do with a person who has fainted?  
Especially when they have an enormous dildo sticking out 
of their pussy.

It is certainly not a good time to rush for your parents 
or to call an ambulance but how do you know when you need 
to?

Fortunately Sonia stirred without outside intervention. 
When she came round enough to try to sit up the movement 
in her cunt also did some stirring of its own, bringing 
back all the nice feelings.

"Oh that was good.  Did I faint again?"

"Yes love.  Do you feel okay?"

She looked at me.  "If I felt any better you would be 
scraping me off of the ceiling, I'm that high."

She began rocking her hips again.  Cilla still had hold 
of the dildo and Sonia fucked herself on it.

The feeling was especially nice and she wanted a cuddle 
to go with it.  She made the effort to extract herself as 
far as she could go without losing the toy and managed to 
get her legs under her.

The dildo was now at right angles as Sonia knelt over and 
between Cilla's legs.  She used her hand to tuck it back 
in a little more and leaned forward, her breasts landing 
on Cilla's and her tongue piercing Cilla's open lips.

The dong was bent double and I was sitting looking 
straight down between two pairs of legs to watch as it 
pushed against the back wall of each young woman's twat.

Sonia could have cuddled me but she wanted this to be her 
time with Cilla.  If we had the time, and inclination, 
she would let Cilla and I have a little together time 
while she stayed back.

I couldn't resist though.  The dildo looked like a cup 
handle and I couldn't resist trying it out.

Sonia wasn't a heavy lass by any means but her body did 
stop Cilla moving easily.  I put one hand in the small of 
Sonia's back which forced their pubic bones to rub 
together and Cilla's clit, pointing skywards like part of 
my little finger, managed to rub over Sonia's.

I held them together with the one hand and moved the 
dildo in and out both girls with the other.

Cilla probably could have held on but let me have 
control.  Sonia didn't mind in the least that I had 
joined in.

I found the best action was to twist my wrist back and 
forth so I was forcing the toy into one pussy while it 
was being withdrawn from the other; this was then 
reversed.

It wasn't easy but it did seem to work.  Sonia and Cilla 
could concentrate on whatever playing around they could 
manage or even just lie there holding and kissing.

Cilla dug her fingers into Sonia's back; the increased 
movement I caused inside her was even better than Sonia's 
fucking had been. She alternated between having Sonia's 
tongue plunged deep into her mouth and forcing it back, 
impaling Sonia's mouth with her own.  After a couple of 
tries they both decided to try to match the dildo's 
thrusts.  Sex should be fun.

Sonia couldn't believe her feelings.  She certainly 
DIDN'T feel like she was going to faint again.

"I hope I don't", she thought.  "Guys are the ones who 
aren't supposed to be able to think because all their 
blood goes to their dicks.  It's a bit embarrassing, and 
think of all the fun I miss."

And missing the fun was something she didn't do.

She enjoyed the soft cushions pressing her breasts 
against her chest as Cilla crushed her ribs.  She could 
understand the intensity of Cilla's response and her own 
moans of pleasure seemed to vibrate from her pelvis along 
her body to her throat and past Cilla's tongue.

Cilla hummed with pleasure in turn and they each fought 
to stave off their climax to enable the pleasure to 
continue longer.

They had to succumb eventually.

Sonia held out only fractionally longer and she collapsed
panting over her rigid companion.

They gasped together for a little while until they 
noticed a growing discomfort.

"Take it out please.  Carefully!" Sonia pleaded.

I tugged carefully, easing it around so that each side 
gave a little in turn.

I had to swap between them, gradually freeing the dildo 
from their now tired caverns.

And caverns they were.  When I finally got it free from 
Sonia it sprang out straight leaving a gaping hole.  I 
wouldn't have touched the sides if I had tried to screw 
her just then.  A slight trickle of blood showed she had 
reopened her fresh wound.

The increased length now made it easier for me to remove 
it from Cilla.  She too was left with an wide adit.

Sonia rolled over from her kneeling position and lay with 
her arm over Cilla; Cilla's arm under her neck.  I joined 
them, laying on Cilla's other side looking across at 
Sonia.

"Is everything okay?"  The question was intended for both 
of them and I turned my head up towards Cilla to make 
sure she realised that.

"I'm a bit sore", said Sonia.

"A bit!" retorted Cilla.  "I won't be able to sit down 
for a week at least."

"So it wasn't worth it?  I can throw your toy in the 
bin?"

"Don't you dare!"  The command came simultaneously from 
both of the girls.

"Oh well.  Mum would probably find it if I did."

"It was ...", Cilla thought and then issued an 
understatement. "... very nice."

"Yes", agreed Sonia.  "Very, very nice."

"So I've been made redundant?"

"Never!" said Cilla.

Sonia sat up and leaned over to kiss me.  "No way.  That 
dildo will have to be for special occasions I think.  It 
feels wonderful but it's a bit too punishing."

"You feel wonderful too ...".  She didn't want to hurt my 
feelings.  "... and you don't leave us crippled.  
Besides, a dildo can't drive."  She didn't care about my 
feelings THAT much.

Cilla agreed with her, adding a similar comment about 
reconsidering if they could get the dildo to make coffee.

Sonia lay back down; she needed to recover a bit.  Cilla 
felt the same way.  It was nice just laying there 
thinking about the sights, sounds, smells and sensations 
we had just shared.

-----

All was quiet when I woke up.

Sonia had rolled on her side freeing Cilla's arm and 
Cilla was spooned into her with an arm around Sonia's 
waist.  I had rolled the other way and Cilla's bare bum 
pressed against the middle of my back.

I came to my senses rather suddenly.  Shit!  The light 
had been left on and the clock was clearly visible - 4 
am!

There didn't seem much point hurrying; any shit we were 
in wouldn't get much deeper.

I gently shook Cilla awake and when she turned her head 
to sleepily look at me I kissed her and said "I know you 
wanted to sleep with me.  Well guess what."

It took a little time to sink in as she cleared the 
cobwebs.  She looked over at the clock.  "Oops!"

She roused Sonia in turn.

"Oh damn!"

I had stood in my shorts and reached for a t-shirt.  "I'd 
better get you home.  Are you going to be in trouble?"

Cilla answered first.  "Mum is a pretty light sleeper.  
She wakes up, well she usually wakes Dad up, when any of 
the kids stir.  She will hear me come in for sure."

"My Mum won't hear me unless I fall over the furniture.  
I'm okay unless she stayed up late for me to come home.  
Why don't you bunk down in my room again?  You can always 
say you didn't want to disturb them coming in late so you 
slept over."

"Okay.  That's a good idea."

"You had better leave this behind", I said waving the 
dildo.  "You might get stuck without me there to free 
you."

Sonia grabbed it from me and put it in the bottom of her 
bag.  "I don't think you have to worry about that for a 
while."

Cilla picked up her g-string and looked at the wardrobe.  
"I don't think I want to get dressed up again."

Sonia, having lost her head band, stood only in stained 
stockings.  "I agree but I don't see us having a choice."

Cilla turned to me.  "Have you got some spare shorts and 
t-shirts?"

The t-shirts wouldn't be a problem.  If you didn't mind 
how loose they were, well - one size fits all.  Shorts 
weren't a problem for Cilla; our hips were close enough 
to stop them falling down for that short while but Sonia?

I rummaged through the bottom of a drawer.  Yep.  An old 
pair with paint stains that should have been thrown out 
but had kept being overlooked.  Not glamorous but hey 
Sonia was glowing - clothes couldn't improve on that.
 
"Can we leave our dresses here for now?  Will anyone 
notice them?"

"No.  I have to put my own clothes away and no-one will 
go near them.  But what will you wear to go home 
tomorrow, I mean later today?"

I looked at the mismatched outfits, especially Sonia with 
her white stockings under my old shorts.

"I left my other clothes at Sonia's when we changed to 
come here.  I can wear them tomorrow."

They packed up the rest of their items and I put the 
photos away for safekeeping, then we snuck quietly 
through the house to the car.

I put it in neutral and they gave me a shove to start it 
rolling down the driveway and into the street.  I let it 
roll a little further down the sloping road so that the 
noise of the car starting wouldn't wake my parents or 
aunt.

I let them cuddle next to me on the way to Sonia's house 
and then walked with them from my parking spot a few 
houses away.

I got a passionate kiss from each of them as they quietly 
slipped into the house before I returned home to finish
my rest.

It had certainly been a birthday to remember.

-----

When I woke next morning I spied the posy.  I certainly
wouldn't forget.
