Author: Pescador del Valle
Title: Boy Meets Girl Meets Girl
Part: Chapter 24 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, rom
Language: English
Copyright: 2003

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Cilla, Sonia and I had been involved in an unlikely and 
highly erotic three-way relationship which appeared to be 
lasting the test of time.  We were finally about to set 
up house.

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It was about six months earlier when I first started 
seriously thinking about finding a place for the three of 
us.

Initially, my thoughts naturally centred around our 
sleeping arrangements.  Cilla and Sonia had shared 
Sonia's king single bed overnight on a few occasions but 
the cramped conditions were something they endured rather 
than enjoyed.  I had not had any opportunity at all since 
our trip away some months earlier again.

Fitting three people in even a king size double would be 
just as cramped.  Fortunately through my work contacts I 
knew where I could get a customised bed and mattress 
made, admittedly at a premium.  The problem would then be 
finding a place with enough room for such a massive bed.

In anticipation of ultimate success in that endeavour I 
placed the orders without telling the others, keeping it 
as a surprise.

Cilla and I were both working full time and Sonia had a 
part time position with me in my father's firm so there 
was plenty of money coming in between the three of us to 
allow us to move out without any financial worries.

And so I went to have a talk with a couple of local 
letting agents to find out if there was anything suitable 
on their books.

At the time none of the residences meeting our 
requirements were available but two weeks ago one of the 
agents finally got back to advise a tenant wanted to 
terminate his lease and to ask if I was still interested.

Of course I said "Yes" and he gave me the address and we 
arranged a time to look at the property.

I rang Cilla at work.

"Cilla Farrier here.  How can I help you."

"It's Glyn, Love.  I made some enquiries about units a 
while back and one has become available.  I've been 
thinking about moving out if I can find some flatmates.  
Do you think you might be interested?"

"Oh sweetheart! Of course.  I might even know someone 
else who would be interested."

I arranged to pick her up and we both took a little time 
off to meet the agent for an inspection.  I could hardly 
wait for Sonia to turn up at work after school.

---

It was a time of revelations.  Sonia had broken the news 
to her mother who had taken it quite well, considering.

Utterly fantastic in fact.

She still welcomed Cilla and I, in fact we both now got 
big hugs as befitted "family" which was nice, if 
potentially a little embarrassing at times.  Hell, she 
was an attractive woman and I would defy any male to 
resist her charms; if I had to discretely rearrange my 
trousers from time to time it was more a compliment to 
her rather than any sign I loved my pair any less.

Cilla was taking her own revelations one step at a time.  
For now she was copping a little flack for daring to move 
into a unit with me before there were a couple of 
signatures on a piece of paper.

We didn't mention that she already had a band of gold on 
her finger - that had been there a while like its mates 
on Sonia's and my hands.

No, the added information that she was also lovers with 
the girl living across the street was a bit too much fuel 
to add to the already furious fire.

My own revelation didn't need to be introduced in stages.

I was almost 18, almost legally an adult, and found 
myself financially stable if not well off at present.

Being the only heir interested in my father's business 
(at least for the present) and having shown some aptitude 
and a willingness to succeed there I had, to use an old-
fashioned term, "expectations".

While my siblings would certainly share in any 
inheritance, I was hoping to have reached a true 
managerial role well before that was necessary, and to 
have done my part to increase the value of the 
inheritance for all of us.

I had taken Cilla to look at the unit and she had agreed 
on its suitability which was important as, at 19, she 
would have to be the leaseholder being the only adult on 
our "team".  We had managed to show Sonia the outside 
later and she was happy with the idea, though a little 
quiet initially.

"Can I have a word?" I asked my parents.

"Sure."  My father put the paper down and Mum turned down 
the volume of the TV.

"I realise that I'm still young and that you may not 
consider me ready yet, but I've been thinking of moving 
out for a while now.

"I'm not unhappy here", I forestalled my mother's 
comment.  "I just think I will be happier in a unit and 
we've found one that's suitable.  I've been on the 
lookout for something and this one has just come up now 
and we've decided to get it even though I'm not 18 for a 
few weeks."

"We?" asked my father on both their behalves.

"I'll be moving in with Cilla."

"Cilla?" he began.  "But I thought you and Sonia ...?"

"That's a bit different.  Sonia is still finishing High 
School.  She needs to be able to concentrate on her exams 
so she will be staying with her mother until they're out 
of the way.

My parents looked at each other with blank stares.

"Sorry.  I'm missing something.  Do you mean Sonia is 
moving in at the end of the year too or what?"

"Yes.  That's right."

"So you're sharing with Cilla but Sonia IS your 
girlfriend?"  My mother was trying to get it straight as 
well.

"Sonia is my girlfriend", I confirmed.  Then I dropped 
the second bombshell; the big one.

"Cilla is my girlfriend too."

"WHAT?" they chorused.

"We know it's a bit unusual", I offered.

"A bit!" said Mum.

They were by no means stupid and realised I had probably 
been, shall we say, "more than friendly" with Sonia but 
hadn't suspected I was similarly involved with Cilla.

"How on Earth do they feel about sharing your 
affections?" she added.  My father was quietly thinking 
more along the lines of "a chip off the old block" even 
though it was far beyond any of his sexual endeavours.

Bombs away!

"It's no different for me really.  I have to share their 
affections too.  They are lovers as well, Mum."

She sat back in the lounge while that sank in.  You 
didn't normally have your 17 year old son describe his 
girlfriend as a lover, it was something both sides 
usually tried to treat as not happening for as long as 
possible.

When the relationship in question then turned out to be 
well outside any accepted view of the "norm", it was 
enough to leave her speechless.  Where did she start in 
trying to make sense of it, let alone in making a 
comment. 

Eventually Mum got up and walked silently into the 
kitchen where she filled the kettle.  She needed some 
serious thinking time and the semi-automatic actions of 
making a cuppa allowed her brain to deal with cerebral 
matters.

Brenda (Mum) had always had a liberal attitude to the 
human body and sex.  She had brought us up to be 
comfortable with nudity to such an extent that swimsuits 
were often an optional accessory at our pool parties.

She and Vince (Dad) had a varied, if monogamous, sex 
life.  She had tried, and liked a wide range of 
activities (though she would have been surprised, no 
shocked, by some of ours) and gave her children ample 
leeway once of an age to start "exploring".

But this!  It was something you read about in the 
magazines' sealed sections or watched on the TV in your 
bedroom once the youngsters were asleep.  It wasn't 
something your son just surprised you with.

Brenda liked both girls and indeed had expected that 
Sonia might one day become her daughter-in-law, an idea 
she had not found displeasing.

Even the idea of Cilla as a daughter-in-law wasn't the 
least bit objectionable.

So why did she find the idea of having both girls in that 
role so disturbing?  She felt like wringing my neck!

Vince was a little more relaxed with the idea.  Males 
tend to fantasize about making it with two women so 
actually hearing that his son was living the fantasy 
tended to be stimulating rather than upsetting.  It was 
easy for my father to see himself in my place.

When Mum called out from the kitchen we both accepted 
coffee and she soon returned with three cups on a tray.

I thanked her and she sat down, still without a word in 
response.

We blew on our drinks, waiting for her to say her piece.

Finally, "I really don't know whether to be happy, sad, 
mad or just worried."

She continued, "You know I've liked both girls but you 
have to admit it's not the sort of relationship that you 
expect to last.  I want to see you happy and all I can 
think about is ways you could end up splitting up."

"Couples split up too", I argued.

"I know, and that's what I told myself; nothing is 
certain in life and you may just outlast lots of 
'conventional' couples.  Your first statement that you 
are young is true and couples, or rather people, who 
start out together when they are young often fall out 
fairly soon.  There are a lot of pressures, financial and 
social, that you don't realise and it takes time to get 
to know yourself, let alone each other, really well.

Sometimes that means you find you just don't belong 
together and that can be hard on you if one of you 
doesn't want the other to part or if you stay together 
for the wrong reasons."  She drew a breath and took a sip 
to collect her thoughts again.

"Having said all that, I do have to add that I realise I 
wasn't much older when I got married and I haven't 
regretted it myself.  There ARE added pressures on young 
people but that doesn't mean they won't make a success of 
things.

Until a few minutes ago I would have said you three were 
all level-headed and if it were just you and Cilla or you 
and Sonia, though she is younger again, I wouldn't feel 
quite as apprehensive.  I don't think it's a good 
decision but I do think you are old enough that I 
shouldn't try to stop you; I certainly wouldn't do 
anything to try to cause problems where there aren't 
any."

She concluded her monologue as my father and I sat 
silently, "I do sincerely hope you are all happy together 
and you know you can call on me for anything."

I got up and gave her a hug and a kiss.  "Thanks Mum."

My father now got his chance.  "It is going to be a big 
responsibility for all of you.  How much thought have you 
put into your finances?"

"Cilla and I are both working full time and we have quite 
a bit saved up between us.  If one of us were put off (I 
smiled at him to suggest perhaps HE would be giving me 
the sack) we would still be able to afford the rent and 
groceries.

I've got my studies to finish but that's a commitment in 
time rather than expense and Sonia's got probably three 
years of Uni which is covered by a trust fund.  If she 
continues working part-time that's extra income available 
to us.  There is not much difference from three students 
sharing a unit, we will just be a lot closer."

"I'm certainly happy with your work and with Sonia's too 
so I think you can be confident that those jobs will be 
as safe as I can make them.  We can work around Sonia's 
study hours; I'd rather see less of her now and have a 
successful accountant on staff in three years time.

Three years after that she'll probably be managing the 
financial side of the business if she is at all 
competent, I'm nothing if not nepotistic and it looks 
like the family has increased by two."

I had been nodding my understanding of his comments and 
he paused to think for a bit.  "Financially you seem to 
be okay.  Socially I don't know.  I'd suggest keeping it, 
not hidden as such, but not too widely known especially 
at work.  Until Sonia has her qualifications I would like 
to avoid any suggestion of favouritism."

"Who does know about the three of you?" asked Mum.

I ticked them off in my head.  Easiest to go through each 
person's family.

"There is Cilla's sister and her boyfriend.  Can I ask 
you not to say anything to her parents just yet?  She had 
told them about me but they won't like being told about 
Sonia so she has to pick her moment."

They nodded in turn.

"Let's see, Sonia told her mother last night.  She's 
being supportive like you.  I don't think anyone else 
knows there.  Then, let's see, Rick and Renate, oh and 
Uncle Frank, probably Aunt Maeve."

"Frank?  But you haven't seen him since your last 
birthday have you?  Oh!  You mean it's been that long?"

"A little longer actually."

"You could have spoken to us.  We would have, well I 
suppose we would have, understood."

"I know but it is not the sort of thing you normally talk 
to your parents about and well, with the three of us ..."

I left the rest unspoken and they had no trouble 
appreciating the difficulties.

"I must say that this helps make a lot more sense of some 
of the funny things that have been going on over the last 
year."  My father's mind then turned to his next youngest 
son.  Yes, he could see the signs there too; Rick and 
Renate were sleeping together or close to it.

"So when are you moving out?  You're going to need quite 
a few things."

"Sonia and Cilla went shopping together today and we are 
all going tomorrow after we, or rather Cilla, signs the 
lease.  I have actually got some furniture together 
already; a bed, a dining table and chairs and a lounge 
suite.  We've been putting them in a lock up as we've 
found them at a good price."

Our enterprise surprised my parents.  This obviously 
wasn't a sudden decision.

"We planned to move in on Saturday; it's my weekend off 
and we should have plenty of time to set things up."

"Will you need a hand with the furniture?  I can help; 
things are slow enough that I can disappear for the day."

"Probably.  That would be good."

"If you don't feel I'm interfering, I can help too", said 
my mother.

"I'm sure we would all appreciate it."

---

When Dad and Rick saw the size of our bed and mattress 
they were amazed.  I explained where I had had it made 
and when they saw the practicality, the extra cost seemed 
worthwhile.

Stimulated by our relationship Rick had had his own 
fantasies for a while now but they were of he and Renate 
in various temporary threesomes rather than of our 
"menagerie", as he sometimes called it.

The actual physics of bed time hadn't occurred to them 
whereas I knew what it was like and wanted sufficient 
room for all three of us to be able to roll over without 
disturbing the others.

We had hired a self-drive truck for the day and soon had 
it loaded.  We headed back to where we had dropped Mum 
and Renate to help Cilla and Sonia.

Mum had greeted them, even Renate, like new daughters and 
they had set out together to give the place a good spring 
clean before we started filling it up.  The previous 
tenants had done a reasonable job when they had moved out 
but you always felt better doing it yourself.

Dad and Rick hadn't gone inside yet and took the time for 
a tour of our new abode before we started to unload.

In addition to the usual kitchen, laundry and lounge 
there were two smaller rooms that could serve as bedroom, 
storage or study; a bathroom, and then the piece de 
resistance, a master bedroom with walk in robe and 
ensuite that was designed with a private lounge that the 
letting agent had labelled as a "parent's retreat".

Knowing the size of our new bed, I had specified a room 
with dimensions similar to that we now surveyed when I 
had approached the agent.

Dad went down the stairs and looked doubtfully at the 
doorways between the front of the house and the master 
bedroom.  I grinned and beckoned him back upstairs.  
Opening the curtains (a ghastly colour which would have 
to go!) I opened the double doors that led to a wide 
balcony.

"We do have to lift the mattress up.  It shouldn't be too 
hard though."

We returned and started moving things into our new home.  
The refrigerator proved the most difficult while the bed, 
in pieces, was easy and its assembly only required a 
spanner.

Then it was simply a case of dropping a rope over the 
balcony, tying it in a sling around the mattress and 
having some people lift while Sonia shortened and secured 
the rope.

Up on the balcony again, we all hauled it up in stages 
until we could finally manhandle it over the edge.  From 
there it was relatively simple to put it in place and in 
no time at all the special sheets and quilt were added 
and six pillows placed into position.  If nothing else we 
had a place to lay our heads.

With utmost discretion, no-one mentioned any other 
purposes to which the room would be put.

Finally boxes of clothes were brought up and we left the 
distaff members of our households (plural now!) to 
organise things while we returned the truck.

Sonia's mother Diane had let Cilla and I know of Sonia's 
concerns about being squeezed out and, though she wasn't 
moving much of her things in yet, we made sure that her 
part of the available wardrobe area was clearly 
identified.  I hope it helped ease her mind a little.

Dad asked whether we should get anything for lunch but I 
told him that it had been arranged.  Instead we simply 
collected some drinks including a couple of bottles of 
celebratory champagne which approximately half of us were 
not legally supposed to consume.

Sonia's mother turned up soon after we got back and we 
were once again drafted into moving things from car to 
house.

This time the delicious aroma sped us on and the dining 
table was soon spread with her housewarming present to 
us.  It certainly beat take away or nuked instant meals.

With more people than chairs we grabbed what we could 
hold and ate where we could find a spot; Jean and Trevor 
turned up in time for the toasts.

We were wished well, no mention being made of the unusual 
nature of our household, and we responded in turn with an 
expression of thanks for the support shown and help 
given.

We had moved in!

---

Our visitors left an hour or so later and we took the 
opportunity to visit the supermarket to stock up our 
pantry.

Things felt rather different now.  It was one thing to go 
for a meal at each other's home or to grab some junk food 
or even to go to a restaurant together but now we had to 
come to grips with each other's preferences.

Fortunately none of us could be considered fussy eaters 
though over time we were to find a number of items that 
one out of three was happy to forgo.  In my case it was 
boiled carrots, though I quite like them roasted; Sonia 
didn't like pork except in sweet and sour and Cilla found 
fish bones an anathema.

We started at the cleaning products end and decided we 
could probably use two trolleys after half filling our 
first in the first aisle.  It wasn't too bad in the end 
because we decided we didn't really have to get 
EVERYTHING in one go.

What do you forgo for a week though?  If you leave the 
broom how do you clean up?  Deodorant, soap, shampoo, 
toothpaste and detergent all seem to be high on the must 
haves - none of us had felt it was right to raid our 
parents' supplies.

The one thing deemed not to be a luxury was a large block 
of chocolate.

But the bill!

We were feeling quite domesticated when we got home.

HOME!  OURS!

We got home (HOME! again) and unpacked the car, dumping 
everything on and around the just cleared table before 
trying to work out where everything should go.

A word of warning to other males.  Do NOT! (unless you 
are a master chef who is god in his kitchen) attempt to 
interfere with even one female attempting to set "their" 
new kitchen to rights.

Even if you are the one who will be cooking and your S.O. 
can't boil water you risk life and limb by putting 
something away where it doesn't go.

It doesn't matter that a shelf can be bare.  It really 
seemed like Cilla and Sonia had some instinctive 
understanding of domestic product placement.  Maybe I was 
away the day that was covered at school.

We got settled in and sat down in the lounge to rest a 
bit in front of the TV.  Cilla and I sat on the lounge 
with Sonia sitting between our legs on the floor.

Now that we had the privacy to do whatever we wanted, we 
all seemed to need to show that our sex lives weren't the 
main reason we were together.  It had been a fairly 
hectic day and a bit of relaxation first would possibly 
give us more energy for later.

Besides, if we had any further callers it might be a bit 
embarrassing to have them surprise us in a bit of 
"afternoon delight".

Cilla's parents had been given a walkthrough before we 
had signed the lease and had then not shown any further 
interest.  We didn't expect them to ease up for a while 
which was probably fortunate as the large bed would only 
raise more questions and make things harder for Cilla.

Still Jean might bring the other Farrier offspring around 
to see their big sister's new house.  It would happen 
sometime soon so maybe bedtime for them was a good time 
for us as well.

--

The afternoon came to an end without further incursions 
and we prepared pasta for dinner; simple - just boil some 
water, heat up a jar of pasta sauce, cook the pasta and 
serve.

Considering how little attention it needed there was 
plenty of fooling around in the kitchen.  We took turns 
stirring the saucepans while whoever was free stirred the 
fires a little.  I watched my loves lock lips (when I 
should have been watching the stove - but hey, you hold 
the handle and turn the spoon - do you really have to 
look at the food?) and then took over from Sonia when she 
took over from me.

Cilla attacked me with a passion, albeit a brief one, 
before leaving me for the cooking.  Sonia consoled me 
before once again it was my turn to make sure things 
didn't burn.

It might not have been efficient but it was fun.

We ate quickly and washed the dishes even faster.  Then 
it was time to think about how we would like to spend the 
evening.

It came as some surprise (not!) that we had all come up 
with the same idea.  Doors were checked, curtains closed 
and clothes shucked.

The ensuite was a little small for three but the main 
bathroom had ample room in the shower stall.

I ran through the lounge in pursuit of two sets of 
swaying cheeks and joined them as the water heated.  We 
were all a bit sweaty from the days efforts and it was a 
pleasure to rid ourselves of the "whiff"; with three in 
together it would always be a pleasure.

I found myself pushed back against the cold tiles as the 
two ladies positioned themselves to avoid getting their 
hair wet.

I had no choice therefore but to move as close to them as 
possible.  What other motive could I have had?

I grabbed the soap and started on Sonia; Cilla had 
another cake and turned slightly to work on me.

I lathered up Sonia's back, my fingers sliding down 
between her ass cheeks as I worked from top to literal 
bottom.  She pressed her butt back against my hand and 
turned over her shoulder for a kiss.  I gave her one, as 
did Cilla when we finished, then I turned her around to 
rinse off her back before starting on her front.

Her small breasts were triangular peaks and I soaped up 
my hands and applied the suds carefully to both at once.

Sonia in turn was playing "handies" with Cilla.  Their 
fingers intertwined, writhing like a pit of mating 
snakes.  I would like to be able to extend the analogy 
further by mentioning the boa constrictor that was in the 
middle of that soapy tangle but unfortunately my worldly 
endowments aren't boa constrictor size.

With four hands all grasping for my flesh I'm afraid my 
one-eyed trouser snake couldn't even be seen.

I wasn't interested in looking anyway and I deliberately 
leaned back against the tiles; straightening my elbows 
while retaining my own soapy contact with Sonia's breasts 
I tried to give the girls as much room to work in as 
possible.

Sonia changed position to cup and lather my balls while 
Cilla made sure that there was no possibility of my penis 
being dirty.

She was stroking with both hands at once, fingers linked 
and thumbs crossed on the other side of my erection, the 
soap providing all the lubrication required.

Sonia moved closer to me, getting her hair wet after all, 
and reached under my scrotum to slide a soapy finger 
between my ass cheeks from below.

As she wriggled it against my asshole, Cilla's 
manipulation had an effect that was only to be expected 
and a white fluid rope shot across to land on Sonia's 
belly.  A second pulse, with less force, only made it to 
her thigh and a third landed next to her foot.

She tickled my ass and I jerked my hips forward in 
response.  The remaining semen oozed to congeal in the 
suds on Cilla's hands, turning a rubbery cheese-like mess 
as the proteins coagulated.  Cilla held them to the spray 
to wash both the lather and the remains of my spent cum 
away.

Sonia turned to the spray as well and I rubbed my hand 
over her shining skin to help rinse the globs away.

I was partially clean and Sonia and Cilla went to work to 
finish back, armpits and, with Sonia kneeling and 
ignoring her wet hair completely now, legs.

Then it was Cilla's turn and Sonia won the right to wash 
her front while I got the back.  I didn't complain though 
Sonia told me off when my hands snuck under Cilla's arms 
to hold her magnificent tits.

"Hey!  I've already done there.  You're getting them all 
soapy again.  Keep to your own side."

I don't think Cilla minded since she ground her butt 
against my not quite limp cock and squirmed back against 
me as I massaged her chest.

Still!  It wouldn't do to get the ladies offside.

I reluctantly went back to my assigned duties and again 
got into trouble when my fingers found Sonia's as we both 
washed between Cilla's legs.  It was an interesting place 
for a demarcation dispute!

"If I get a mouthful of soapsuds later you are in big 
trouble buster!"  I had been told!

With suds washed away, water off and towels expertly 
applied we left the bathroom hand in hand in hand as we 
went to christen our new bed.  I had found it okay to sit 
on but we wouldn't really know how comfortable it was 
until we had slept in it.

A new bed can take some getting used to and it did feel 
like we had shrunk down as we climbed under the covers.  
The bed was the standard length for a king size but was 
50% wider.  The frame was partially custom built with 
additional reinforcement across the wide span.

We hadn't discussed who got which side; as we all slept 
alone there were no habitual preferences.  It turned out 
we simply climbed across in the order we came through the 
door.

This meant I was on the right (looking down at our toes), 
Cilla ended up in the middle and Sonia was on the other 
"edge".  I say edge but it would take quite a bit of 
rolling over to fall out of this bed.

We snuggled into each other.  Cilla lay on her back and 
Sonia and I fitted ourselves under her armpits, our heads 
resting on her upper arms and shoulders and our faces 
against her luscious breasts.

With only the subdued lighting of a single bedside lamp, 
the mixture of light and shadow over Cilla's body 
emphasised the little bulges on the tops of each mounded 
tit, the covers having only been pulled up to just below 
her breasts leaving them exposed for us to look upon with 
delight.

My hand found Sonia's over the triangular patch of red 
hair that covered Cilla's pubes and we ran our fingers 
through the soft springy mass.  Cilla's hand caressed my 
back, and, I assume, Sonia's as well.

We had had the opportunity for slow relaxed loving in the 
past though the occasions were few when all three of us 
could be involved and certainly they had tended to be in 
less comfortable surroundings.

Most of the time it had been in a semi-public situation 
or with the expectation we would be interrupted.  At 
times this provided an extra thrill but it also 
unfortunately tended to hasten the proceedings.

Tonight we had as much time as we wanted and, with my 
earlier release, I personally was under no pressure for 
the immediate future; I could see to the others' needs 
while I rebuilt my reserves.

The foreplay was slow, loving and gentle.  Sonia and I 
concentrated on Cilla, letting things build gradually.

I could look into Sonia's face as we both reached with 
our tongues to lick at Cilla's nipples.  I lifted my body 
slightly so I was nearer her face and kissed her gently 
on the lips as she briefly released the teat.

"I love you", I told her and settled back to show Cilla 
the same applied to her.

We had found through our months together that it wasn't 
important to immediately tell the third person they were 
loved when one of our trio spoke those words to another.  
The words meant more when they arose from some particular 
situation which stirred the emotions.  "I love you both" 
was a better expression and was usually accompanied by a 
group hug.

I kissed my way down Cilla's abdomen and across the furry 
patch where I found Sonia's fingers.  This necessitated 
my kneeling and Cilla took the opportunity to slide her 
hand under my belly as I eased her legs apart.  The angle 
wasn't as good as I would have liked but it was pleasant 
to feel her fondling my prick and balls as my mouth made 
contact with her sweet-scented pussy.

Oh that tasted good.  And if Sonia dined here as well she 
would have no cause to complain of soap.

Cilla spread her legs to give me more access and my 
tongue dipped deeper.  I battled to contain the floods 
that threatened to engulf my face.  My cheeks were wet as 
I scooped the thick sweet mess from between her lips in 
the darkness under the blankets.

My chin rested from time to time on Cilla's pubic bone, 
her bush tickling my neck.  This allowed me to lick 
across her clit and then down deep within her secret 
furrow to the source of all those juice; I rolled my 
tongue into a makeshift straw and slurped the fluids 
before returning to the lump under my bottom lip.

Cilla's push-button clit stood up as she enjoyed our 
ministrations and it was fun to play with it.  Between my 
lips it seemed bigger than it was and I liked to make 
Cilla squirm and shudder as I gently sucked it back and 
forth, my own little blowjob.

It was a combination of things that brought it to an end; 
my tongue grew tired and the air grew stale - at least 
Cilla hadn't farted while my head was deep under the 
blankets.  I surfaced and lay back next to Cilla to 
recover for a while.

She hugged me while I watched Sonia as she nuzzled 
Cilla's neck.

"That was beautiful, I love you both.  Can I have you 
inside me Glyn?"  I moved to comply, Cilla's desires 
matching mine.

"Please use a condom.  I want you to last and I want to 
stay fresher.  For later."

Oh!  Greedy was she?  I only hoped I had enough stamina.

I reached across to the middle drawer in the cabinet on 
what was currently my side of the bed.  With some 
forethought, I had left some condoms in the drawers on 
each side so it didn't matter where we ended up - there 
would be some handy.

It is normal for the bedroom furniture to get divided up 
geographically but there only two sides to a bed and that 
causes some logistical problems if there are three 
occupants and the sleeping arrangements are going to 
change.  So rather than a left/right split we had divided 
the drawers on a top to bottom arrangement (reversed on 
the other side of the bed for fairer access) and I drew 
the middle of the three on each side.

Sonia offered to help me and got me to lay on my back 
while she stretched across Cilla.  She covered the head 
of my prick with the rubber as it stood exposed, the 
covers pulled down around my knees.  She leaned over it 
and closed her mouth around my penis, her teeth meeting 
my covered flesh just above the ring of rolled latex.

Cilla watched as Sonia carefully used her teeth to edge 
the condom down over my prick.  It was a slow passage and 
I fought not to push myself up into her mouth.

When it was as far on as she could orally manage she used 
a hand to finish the job while she gave me a quick peck 
on the bulbous reservoir at the end of the mini-tower 
(Note to Editor : emphasis on "tower" not "mini")

"There you are, all ready."

I moved into position over Cilla's body and between her 
thighs.  As I eased myself into her I noticed and 
welcomed the reduced sensations; though I had come in the 
shower I was ready again but didn't want to finish too 
soon.  Riding bareback did feel more exciting but given 
the choice of 10 to 15 minutes of exquisite torture and 
30 to 60 seconds of wham bam I could only concur with 
Cilla's request that I try to last.

Once again I found myself looking at the back of Sonia's 
head as she kissed Cilla, one hand resting on her breast 
and a dangling (barely) tit in one of Cilla's hands.

I gave her a peck on the back of her head.  "Don't I get 
one?" I asked and Sonia broke off her kiss to turn and 
ask "From who?"

"Whom!" I corrected and added "Why both of you of 
course!"

Sonia turned for a kiss and then moved out of the way to 
give me access to Cilla's mouth as well.

Both kisses held a passion and a promise from me to them 
which was also returned.  We loved each other, we wanted 
each other and, for now and as long as possible, we had 
each other.

I lifted the upper part of my body on outstretched arms 
and looked down on the elder of the two young women I was 
privileged to love.  Her face and body I found beautiful, 
her breasts aroused me and the squeezing pressure she 
asserted on my penis buried in her vagina stimulated me 
into motion.

Sonia sat cross-legged next to us under the tented 
blankets and quilt.  One hand on my back, the other was 
between her own legs as she watched her lovers pleasuring 
each other.

Cilla noticed and smiled at the younger teen; she put her 
hand on top of Sonia's wrist and felt the movements of 
Sonia's fingers rubbing her pussy in time with the 
rocking of my hips as I quietly thrust repeatedly into 
Cilla's body.

The gentle touch as she held Sonia's wrist changed to a 
tighter grip.  The idea of her lover watching and 
masturbating as she herself was being fucked was an added 
turn on.

I felt her increased tension and tried to drive myself 
deeper into her, my need rising with her climax.  As my 
need rose I also strove to hold off, wanting to know she 
had come before I experience my own release.

I was successful and even managed to calm myself down as 
the tide of her emotions peaked and slowly ebbed away.

I lay down over her, supporting most of my weight and 
kissing her tenderly as I eased my prick out without 
losing the sheath.

I lay beside Cilla as she recovered and watched Sonia for 
a little while until she noticed the lump under the 
sheet.

"Is that still loaded?" she asked.

"I suppose you could put it that way."

"Then why am I frigging myself when you could be fucking 
me?"

"I really can't say.  You just seemed to be enjoying 
yourself so much..."

Sonia turned to Cilla.  "Excuse me."

She climbed over her and sat herself down over my legs.  
The blankets fell down her back as she straightened 
leaving Cilla half-uncovered beside us.

While Sonia checked the condom and lowered herself onto 
my cock Cilla lay her head on my chest and pulled the 
blanket up over her back.  She was looking directly at 
Sonia's pubic hair and, as Sonia lifted her body up, 
Cilla could see my prick pointing vertically in the brief 
periods before Sonia swallowed it up in her wet pussy.

I put my arm around Cilla as I looked up into Sonia's 
face.  She was blissful, my cock massaging the insides of 
her cunt and her clit bumping my pubic bone as she 
bottomed out and ground herself against me.

Cilla reached a hand up from under herself and extended 
it palm up across my belly so her fingertips made contact 
with Sonia as she descended.  Sonia put her hand out to 
brush Cilla's cheek and Cilla turned and began to suck on 
the pussy-flavoured fingers.

With her other hand Sonia began to play with her own 
breasts and the pace picked up.  It was thrilling to 
watch and combined with the bumping of Cilla's fingers 
between Sonia's clit and my pubes the sight was enough to 
spur on my delayed release.

Cilla had made me yearn for ejaculation; Sonia had made 
it impossible for me not to come.

I felt the pressure build and was unable to stop it as 
she rocked backwards and forwards against Cilla's 
tickling digits.

The rubber caught and trapped the life-giving liquid, 
destined instead for disposal, and deprived Sonia of any 
sensation of its release inside her body.

Cilla was aware of my arm tightening around her and my 
abdomen tensing; I tried to lift my hips in the effort to 
bury myself inside the young woman sitting astride me.

Spent, I still stayed hard long enough for Sonia to get 
off though I think it had more to do with two of Cilla's 
fingers spread either side of Sonia's hooded clit.

Regardless of who was entitled to the credit, Sonia came 
with a loud gasp and, sated, she leaned forward on me to 
rest her head near Cilla's.

I was going to reach down to hold the condom in place but 
Cilla simply slipped her hand a bit further between 
Sonia's thighs and pinched the base of my cock as Sonia 
slipped off.

I shrank inside my "overcoat" while the girls nuzzled 
each other (without a serious attempt to start any 
further fires going) until I finally had to suggest they 
move so I could tidy up.

They hadn't wanted leaky pussies and were quite compliant 
in the circumstances.

I quickly stepped through to the ensuite where I dropped 
it in the bin and washed myself, powdering lightly to 
stop my belly and legs feeling damp.  Squeaky clean again 
I returned to the bed to find the girls cuddling each 
other, tits squashed flat against each others.

They were in the centre of the wide bed which gave me a 
choice of sides.  I decided it was better to return to my 
starting position even though the girls had swapped over.  
This put Sonia in the middle and I spooned in behind her.

I slid my left arm around behind the pillows where I 
could move it if necessary without disturbing them and my 
right hand initially was on Cilla's side though I later 
slipped it between their bellies.  I could nuzzle Sonia's 
ear or neck from where I was laying though my knees were 
halfway down her calves.

My prick, limp as it was, found a nice warm bum to rest 
against and I looked over at Cilla as she gave Sonia a 
sweet kiss.

I probably should have turned off the light when I came 
back from the bathroom.  Leastways, two bossy women told 
me that it was my job and no suggestions on my part that 
Cilla only had to turn around were going to be 
considered.

"We've just got comfortable here", said Sonia.  "You only 
have to lean across."

I gave up, slipped my arm back out, let go of them with 
the other and knelt up in the bed to reach right across 
them.  I was stretched out, precariously balanced on my 
hand so I didn't crush them when Cilla reached up to grab 
my cock just as the light was extinguished.

Suspended there I was helpless as Sonia turned her head 
and seized my sack between her teeth.  She bit the skin 
gently without touching the sensitive contents but 
tightened her bite as I tried to sit back on my side of 
the mattress.

Cilla too resisted my escape, taking the end of my cock 
in her mouth and sucking it quickly in and out between 
her lips while maintaining a firm grip around the base.

I must admit that after my first surprised attempt to get 
into a more comfortable position I decided that I was as 
comfortable as I could wish to be.

The surprise attack was compounded by my surprise that 
their oral caresses were actually having an effect and 
Cilla found the flaccid noodle hardening in her hand and 
with more cock in her mouth with each passing second.

They did eventually let me go, Cilla first so Sonia's 
teeth stretched my skin until I straightened enough to 
tug the sack from her bulldog-like jaws.

I sat back on my heels and viewed the shapes in the 
darkened room.

If I hadn't just come for the second time I would have 
been eager for more but now, while not refusing to 
perform if my ladies sought further pleasure, I was happy 
to be on the receiving end of an occasional loving grope 
while being allowed to let my fingers roam a little.

I lay back down and found my prick was now poking at 
Sonia rather than simply lying against her.  It seemed to 
fit snugly between her cheeks and she responded to its 
presence by pushing back against me.

The tip wasn't directed towards her pussy but instead was 
further up her lower back and as she wiggled her hips it 
brushed by and then pushed against her rosebud asshole.

I knew of anal sex but hadn't considered it.  With four 
convenient and normally readily available locations to 
"park" my prick I hadn't bothered to explore any further 
and hadn't received any requests for a visit.

I didn't know what the girls really thought about the 
subject though I did know Sonia liked to rub her ass with 
a vibrator.

I supposed my prick resting there wasn't much different 
and if she found it pleasant to tease that little ring 
against me I certainly had no objections.

Sonia did ease up the backwards pressure after a while 
though she had been kissing Cilla a little more 
vigorously while stretching the entrance against the tip 
of my prick.  Cilla turned over and I put my hand over 
Sonia's as she wrapped it around Cilla's stomach.

Sonia was snug between us.  This turned out to be one of 
the best position when the weather turned colder.  No 
need for hot water bottles, electric blankets or reverse 
cycle heaters; just duck under the quilt with two warm 
lovers around you and laugh at the winter.

Tonight it was warmer and I had to roll over myself.  
Having been given Nature's best soporific (a good come) I 
was feeling drowsy but I was awake enough to feel Sonia 
put her head on my chest and, a little later, Cilla 
turned back and reached over Sonia to grab my prick only 
to find it safely in Sonia's possession.

I felt her knuckles brush across my belly as she made do 
with a sweet little tit instead before I, and they, 
drifted off to sleep.

-----

It was light out and I had to piss.  The clock said it 
was early and I would rather have stayed in bed.

I stood and drew the covers over my sleeping partners and 
looked down at Cilla with her head on Sonia's chest.  
Though tempted to misbehave I had more urgent matters to 
consider and I didn't really want to disturb their rest 
and crossed to the ensuite.

I relieved myself and figured I could freshen up and get 
them breakfast in bed.  (I've since learned, like 
countless mothers on Mother's Day, that this idea is 
nowhere as attractive as it is made out to be - still it 
is supposed to be the thought that counts isn't it?)

I turned on the shower and got under once it had warmed 
up.  My fingers were spreading the lather through my hair 
when the water pressure dropped briefly and I felt the 
glass panel open behind me.

Two arms encircled me; from the nature of the two orbs 
pressed against my wet back and the height of the cheek 
resting between my shoulder blades I realised Cilla had 
left Sonia to join me when she heard the shower start.

A little one on one contact was a welcome start to the 
day and I grew hard with the movement of her hands over 
my nipples.

I reached down behind me and found an access to her 
pussy, sliding my finger below the lush growth of red 
curls.  Cilla was damp and the shower had nothing to do 
with it.

I coated my finger with her juices, worked it back and 
forth between her lips and felt her clitoris grow in 
response.

Cilla was blessed with a prominent clit; I suppose it was 
a blessing since we hadn't found any reason to consider 
it a curse.

Where I could guess my fingers were rubbing in the right 
place based on Sonia's reactions, and a general 
understanding of anatomy, Cilla presented a tactile 
confirmation that made us all certain.

I was delighted not to be the only one sporting an 
erection when feeling horny even if hers was only the 
size of the last joint of my little finger.

Though I enjoyed sucking on it the opportunity to play 
with it while standing under the warm spray was a change 
I appreciated.  I appreciated it more when Cilla's hands 
moved down to hold me at hip level.

She cupped my balls with one hand while stoking me with 
the other.  "Mmm.  don't ever let me shower alone again."

"You're hitting the spot too", she replied.  "You think 
you can make love standing up?"

I had no idea but I was certainly willing to try.

I turned to her, the spray briefly splashing her in the 
chest and face and contemplated both her beauty and the 
problem.

The difference in our heights wasn't much and I should be 
able to bend my knees slightly; angle shouldn't be a 
problem since my prick was sticking out and up.  I WAS a 
little concerned about slipping but the floor seemed safe 
enough and if I leaned against the tiles... Hmm!

I took Cilla in my arms and hugged her to me.  We looked 
at each other with a smile and kissed.  I could see many 
mornings like this stretching out ahead of me, and liked 
the idea.

I lifted one of Cilla's legs to my hip, exposing her 
pussy, and I manoeuvred myself into position.  With a 
helping hand round peg found round hole and I was able to 
ease myself in.

"Mmm.  You feel good."  Cilla took the words out of my 
mouth.  I lowered her leg a little and, finding we were 
still securely united, let her put it back on the floor.

Cilla's waist had dropped relative to mine which meant my 
penis was now closer to horizontal while her vagina was 
still approximately vertical.  This caused a number of 
interesting sensations in both of us though it did limit 
the scope of our movements.

Cilla found the head of my penis rubbing firmly against 
the back of her vagina, the contact far more obvious than 
when our organs glided past while we were laying 
together.  In addition her clit was now firmly in contact 
with the shaft rather than only being bumped by my pubic 
bone as I pressed into her.

I however felt my penis was going to be broken in half 
and bent my knees a little to ease the strain slightly.  
Though this was not pleasant, the minor pain was masked 
by the squeezing grip Cilla exerted on the head.

It was a position which favoured the distaff partner but 
it certainly didn't ruin my enjoyment.

We found a gentle rocking motion that allowed us to feel 
really, really good and stood kissing each other with our 
left hands behind each other's back and our right hands 
free to play with each other's chest.  I was glad my 
nipples were sensitive!

I was young enough that I don't need a lot of stimulation 
before coming, indeed it is often very hard not too.  
Cilla also seems to have a short wick or maybe it's just 
the places I light it.

We ground ourselves together with increasing force, the 
pressure and pleasure building.  We tried to fuck in and 
out but I slipped out of her and instead lay horizontal 
along the furrow of her vulva.

With my prick covered in her juices and more flowing 
forth it could not be termed a dry fuck though Cilla 
squeezed her legs together, trapping me against her pussy 
and more importantly against her sensitive clit.

That was all she needed and it was her additional thrusts 
along the shaft that caused my cum to shoot out through 
her legs to splatter on the tiled wall behind her.

She hugged me to her and bit my chest as the force of her 
orgasm seized her.  I shot again and again, my expended 
jism sliding down her legs to be washed down the drain.

We stood together holding each other while we recovered, 
panting a little and simply enjoying a shared love and 
the afterglow of its physical expression.

"I need to wash my hair love."  I stood aside and Cilla 
bent forward under the shower while I grabbed the 
shampoo; I applied it to her now sopping hair, kneading 
her scalp and spreading the lather through the long red 
tresses that had first attracted me to her.

She rinsed and I applied conditioner; its thick, creamy, 
almost slimy, feel and its pale colour resembling the 
fluid so recently washed from her legs.

She rinsed again and we cuddled once more before turning 
the water off.  As we stood there dripping I kissed her 
and said, "You may never really know just how much I love 
you but I plan to spend the rest of my life trying to 
show you."

I think we had dripped dry before she let me go.

-----

Putting the tray down quietly we crept under the covers 
from both sides and simultaneously began rubbing our 
protruding tongues over Sonia's nipples as she lay on her 
back, silently sleeping.  The flat surfaces began to rise 
and Sonia stirred slightly as the sensations began to 
register.

You may have noticed how you can generate a whole dream 
sequence that leads to a real incident; the nightmare 
where you seem to spend hours reaching the point in the 
story where the car crashing outside your window fits 
perfectly.

Sonia told us later she found herself in a very amorous 
and very, very public adventure with us in the exam hall 
as she was supposed to be answering the questions to 
allow her to graduate.

She was under pressure to deal with the paper on the desk 
in front of her but for some reason Cilla and I persisted 
in trying to take her blouse off.

After unbuttoning it as she struggled to read the 
question we drew the front apart.  For some reason she 
was braless and her breasts were now exposed to 
everyone's view.

Sonia was now torn between a need to cover her chest to 
stop the supervisor staring at her and a need to hold the 
paper with one hand while she wrote her answers with the 
other.

Sonia couldn't understand why we were there or why he let 
us carry on when she had to do her exam.  It got worse 
when we knelt beside her and began sucking on her tits.  
She looked around but the other students were too busy 
with their own papers to notice.  That is until Renate 
saw us.

"Hi Glyn, Cilla.  Hey Rick, your brother's here."

Now she spotted my brother looking at her and he called 
over to the other side of the room.

"Jean!  Cilla's here."

As each of our friends and relatives called out the 
students around them began to stare and point.

Sonia was feeling good things happening to her but we 
were disrupting the exam.  Every one was staring and 
shouting now and the teachers could be seen coming toward 
us from all sides of the room.

It was then that she opened her eyes and glanced around 
with a sense of profound relief.  She could put up with 
this type of alarm clock but she wondered if we could 
skip the dream next time.

-----

Cilla and I were devouring some toast and coffee while 
Sonia had to make a trip to the bathroom.  She saw the 
shower had been used and decided to quickly get through 
herself.  When she came out she was interested in 
something other than her stomach.

I was sitting naked on the side of the bed a hand 
casually laying on Cilla's breast as she lay behind me.  
Our musings on what we could do for the rest of the day 
were interrupted by Sonia's return.

She grabbed a piece of toast and sat down on my lap with 
her tits in my face then kissed my forehead and said, "I 
know what I want to do first!" before biting the toast 
and grinding her bare pussy onto my crotch.

I won't make puerile jokes about discussing the first 
thing that popped up - Damn I just did!

Her pelvic movements DID have that effect on me.  Not 
being one to complain I tried to ease myself into her but 
had acted a bit too soon.

Sonia (okay it applies to both my lovely, delicious 
women) may have been a sexpot but that doesn't mean you 
don't have to prime the pump.  (Those in the audience who 
are too young to understand this should ask their great-
grandparents.)

I had released my hold on Cilla and now put one arm 
behind Sonia to hold her as she leaned a little back to 
give me room to kiss her nipple.  I took the other breast 
in my free hand and gently squeezed the firm flesh behind 
and around the aureole as I sucked and licked its mate.

Cilla had turned around in the bed and was sucking on 
Sonia's big toe where she had her feet crossed behind my 
back.  This tickled and Sonia was squirming around trying 
to free her foot with the unfortunate consequences that 
my prick was similarly sliding around and through the 
valley at the top of her thighs.

I was lucky somewhere along the line and found that 
between the two of us we had somehow gotten Sonia damp 
enough that when my cock head lodged in the entrance to 
her cunt it was lubricated enough that a single push had 
her sliding over me until I could feel the warmth of her 
body surrounding the base of my now buried prick.

Since Cilla hadn't stopped her teasing Sonia was still 
squirming with a highly enjoyable effect on me.

With a careful push away and a rapid retrieval of her 
foot (incidentally kicking her heel into me just above my 
kidneys) Sonia finally broke free of Cilla's grasp.

"Can I have some more toast please?"

"How romantic", I complained.

"Well I'm hungry.  Thanks."  She took the piece from 
Cilla and munched on it while our joined parts were put 
on hold.

It felt rather nice at first to sit there without moving.  
Sonia's body gave little twitches and squeezes as she sat 
there and I seemed to feel every one in a pleasurable 
way.  It built up and my body wanted motion; the strain 
of sitting still became an annoyance that perversely was 
stimulating in its own right.

"I might be hungry too", I protested and Sonia fed me the 
remains of the crust before getting another piece from 
Cilla.

"I know", said my diminutive raven haired beauty.  "Lie 
back."

I had to wait while she changed from a sitting position 
to kneeling.  This involved her pussy going up and down a 
couple of times as she put each leg under her.  Perhaps I 
could get her to reconsider and put her legs back again.

In position and still holding her breakfast she leaned 
onto me and pushed me down onto the bed.

"Come on Cilla, give him something to eat."

Cilla didn't waste any time suspending her pussy over my 
face.  She and Sonia shared a long finger of toast, 
munching from each end to meet in a buttery kiss.

Then Sonia put her arms around Cilla and started to 
wriggle again as they hugged.  Breast rubbing against 
breast, they kissed with crumbs in their mouths.  I too 
was kissing Cilla and I tried to ply my tongue in an 
effective manner while being distracted by the feelings 
of my prick in Sonia's tight cunt.

Cilla's hips began swaying, forming rough circles over my 
face but, though she did like what my tongue was doing, 
it was through trying to keep her mouth aligned with 
Sonia's as Sonia began to get a little friskier.

Getting your nose blocked, and occasionally mashed, by a 
pudendum kind of detracts from the nice feelings caused 
when a rapidly moving vagina massages your penis!

Overcoming any concern for my bruised proboscis I 
focussed on the young lady coming over my hips and the 
pending eruption as she ground herself against me.

Cilla was barely providing me with enough air and I was 
gasping with the intensity of my orgasm.  Sonia too kept 
riding me hard until she too had to gasp for air.

Her motions slowed and eventually ceased.  Then she 
kissed Cilla again as if to thank HER!  I wasn't aware as 
I was busy trying to find the right spot to make Cilla 
come.  It wasn't easy; she had already come not long 
before and needed more stimulation than my tired tongue 
could provide.  She noticed my fading efforts and climbed 
off of my face.

"Sorry", I apologised.

"It's all right.  It was nice."

Sonia had stood by the bed to ease her legs where the 
circulation had been cut off; she considered for a second 
and told Cilla to lie beside me.

Cilla sat on the edge and did as she was told.  I took 
her hand in mine as Sonia, my cum oozing down her legs, 
knelt again, this time between Cilla's pale thighs.

Sonia took over where I had left off, missing out on what 
we considered a real treat - the sweet musky fluids 
emitted by a loving woman - since I had already devoured 
most of Cilla's juices.  That made little difference to 
the satisfaction she got from giving pleasure to a loved 
one.

As a secondary participant, kissing and cuddling the end 
not being devoured, I too felt that satisfaction though I 
ended up with a bitten lip from a later apologetic Cilla.

As I told her when she apologised, kissing it better, I 
was just thankful I wasn't getting a blowjob at the time.

Cilla's jaw had clamped down as a strong spasm hit her.  
Normally she would be more inclined to grunt (I don't 
think you could call it a moan - it was more guttural and 
primitive); this time her body reacted unexpectedly to 
the pleasure washing over her.

Sonia had good reason to be proud of herself as she 
joined us for a cuddle before disappearing to wash 
herself.

-----

Sonia was a bit teary when we dropped her home but at 
least we could both kiss her openly in front of her 
mother now, although Diane blushed when she saw me 
watching her as Cilla kissed her daughter goodbye.  Sonia 
had made it a passionate farewell and Diane had been 
absorbed by the sight.

I have to admit I found her quite a sight too.  Damn!  
Are you supposed to find your mother-not-quite-in-law 
attractive?  Perhaps I was just over-sexed and 
unsatisfied?

No.  The first might be appropriate but I was definitely 
satisfied with my lot.

As the door closed behind us and the sound of the car 
driving off faded in the distance Diane held a bereft 
Sonia as she sobbed.  It was hard to be in love 
sometimes.

-----

Cilla and I were both comfortable together and yet, in 
contradiction, on edge.  The dynamics were subtly 
different when Sonia was present; though we missed her 
and wanted her with us it was also somehow a more 
intimate setting.  And so, unreasonably, we felt guilty.

We all realised that we would need to have some one on 
one time occasionally, not rejecting the third person but 
reinforcing our individual love as well, but there is 
often a difference between the theory and the practice.

We had eaten before Sonia left but had put the dishes to 
one side to be able to spend the precious moments with 
her.  We didn't realise at the time that simple shared 
domestic tasks were also precious moments and ones that 
bonded her with us while she had to be absent.

It was a delight to act like newlyweds, getting a cuddle 
while reaching for another dish to dry or simply while 
standing washing; for the person vacuuming to get a kiss 
as another person returned from putting out the trash; 
from just being together and knowing in your heart it 
just had to be forever because you couldn't imagine it 
any other way.

That night was special, like innumerable others in their 
own way.  We didn't do anything we hadn't done before 
with one exception - we slept together as man and wife 
alone for the first time.

We had been quite proper in the shower we shared, a touch 
up here and there but knowing there would be other times 
for exploration and adventure; we sensed tonight was for 
love.

There hadn't been a mad dash for the bedroom either.  
when the kitchen was again tidy we sat together on the 
lounge watching Sunday evening TV.  Cilla snuggled under 
my arm with her feet up and her head on my lap.

I had my hand under her top most of the time but spent 
more of it simply rubbing my fingertips over her stomach 
than over the mounds on her chest.  She in turn kissed my 
leg from time to time and turned for a proper kiss during 
the adverts.

We didn't have to rush.  We were alone together, for the 
whole night, expecting to be uninterrupted, and 
unaccountable to no-one.

When Sonia joined us the following Friday she noticed the 
subtle difference and thought at first we had grown 
aloof.  Her welcome was however adequately demonstrated 
when we bedded her later and she too came to appreciate 
the waiting.

Admittedly the wait was never TOO long and we were always 
willing to throw in a bit of spontaneous shagging on the 
shag pile.  We no longer had to take advantage of 
opportunities that could be too far apart.

When Cilla and I did retire for our second night in the 
new unit the bed seemed terribly large without Sonia's 
presence and we cuddled together for comfort like little 
kids.  Fortunately little kids wouldn't have gotten up to 
the same antics as us.

Cilla had been holding my penis, gently stroking her hand 
up and down the firmness of my prick while I kissed her 
and cupped a breast.  She pushed back the covers and slid 
an arm under my leg, signalling she wanted me to bend my 
knee slightly.

Her breath was hot against the knob and the slight touch 
of just the tip of her tongue was tantalising.

I lay there silently begging for her to engulf me but 
masochistically enjoyed the punishing agony of having to 
wait.

When the wait ended it was definitely worth it.  My 
heightened senses allowed me to feel every touch of lip, 
tooth and tongue as I was swallowed by her gaping maw.

I felt a bit selfish lying there enjoying Cilla's mouth 
on my prick without returning the favour.  Normally we 
formed a chain with the link in the middle both giving 
and receiving or occasionally there would be two giving 
and one receiving (that lucky person luxuriating in the 
bombardment of their senses).

It seemed Cilla was there for ages.  She kept me just on 
the boil though there was one moment when I was clenching 
my teeth to keep from coming.  I knew Cilla would have 
taken it in her stride but she obviously was trying to 
keep me from coming as long as possible and I didn't want 
to miss a single second.

She eventually did come up for air and lay over me as we 
kissed.  "That was the best ever, Love.  Thank you."

"Roll over and love me", was her only reply.

Rolling over was easy - we could have turned cartwheels 
without falling out.  Cilla lay on her back with my body 
resting on top; she was aroused and didn't want anything 
but to feel me inside her - softly, sweetly, slow and 
prolonged; really making love rather than quenching 
passions.

I slid inside her then leaned down to kiss her while 
otherwise remaining still.

My presence filled her and her warmth enveloped me.  I 
began to move slowly and Cilla responded.  I found it 
extremely hard but I resisted the impulse to increase my 
pace and each stroke was an exquisite agony.  I HAD to 
drive deeper, my body's instinctive effort to plant my 
seed with the greatest certainty of result.

The cause was immaterial, the sensations intense.  I held 
myself steady, as deep as I could get and leaving Cilla 
feeling as full as my physical attributes could make her.  
This was what she wanted and she let me know in a number 
of ways.

I was hugged and kissed; she tightly held my head as she 
pressed my mouth against hers; she caressed and tormented 
my nipples - and then let me watch from above as she 
repeated the actions with her own; and finally she threw 
her legs around me to tilt her inner cavity and to keep 
us close together as she pleaded, "Faster now".

I increased my speed but tried to keep to a smooth glide, 
rather than pounding back into her pussy.  As our spirits 
soared and I was overcome by the surging pulses I could 
no longer resist and drove in hard and deep, and then 
again, and waited, buried deep, for the spasms to end.

Cilla gripped my arms hard enough for eight little 
bruises to be seen the following morning and each painful 
brush against the tender spots over the next few days 
brought back the likewise tender memory of their origin.

-----

Sonia was fantastic.  No, not in bed (or out of it for 
that matter) - that we already knew.

She passed, and passed well, though it was some weeks 
before we found out she had actually led her class in two 
of her final five subjects and did well enough in the 
others to secure her choice of university placements.  
Her spirits once each exam was over lifted with her 
confidence that she had done as well as she could have 
and with the knowledge that she was another day closer to 
leaving the nest and joining us.

When that day finally arrived I had to work back.  
Fortunately Cilla now had her licence and was able to 
pick Sonia up without me.

She had turned up at Sonia's as soon as she could after 
work and they had loaded yet another pile of boxes into 
our car.

For a while Sonia had been sorting her things into four 
piles: those things that would go to the dump or for 
recycling, those that she would need over the last month 
at her mother's (currently filling the car or waiting on 
her bed for the next trip), those which she wouldn't need 
this season (which had already found their way to her 
share of the wardrobe space) and, finally, those things 
that were of sentimental value to her mother which would 
adorn her room once she had gone.

Diane greeted Cilla warmly when she in turn got home 
though she tried to hold back the tears when she realised 
her baby was really going this time.

The three of them sat down for the meal Cilla had helped 
Sonia prepare and then it was time to go.

"I'd better call in at home", said Cilla.  "You can wait 
here for me if you like."

Sonia had already given her mother an emotional hug and 
didn't think either of them could go through it again 
without bawling.

"No, I'll come with you.  Bye for now Mum."  They hugged 
again and Diane kissed Cilla as well with an instruction 
that she "look after her".  She closed the door behind 
her departing daughter and watched her cross the street 
to Cilla's parents' house as she drew the curtains across 
the lounge window.

Cilla knocked on the back door as she opened it.  "Hello 
Mum".

"Hello Cilla.  Oh, Hello Sonia."

"I've just come to pick Sonia up so we decided to call in 
for a while."

"Where are you off to then?"

"Nowhere.  Just back to the unit."

"Where's Glyn tonight?"  Cilla's mother thought and then 
remembered.  "Oh Thursday - still working.  At least he's 
got a good job".

"And how are you Sonia?  Your exams finished yet?  Jean 
has got one more to go."

As if at the mention of her name, Cilla's sister Jean 
joined them in the kitchen.  "Hello there."

"Hi"

"Hi Sis"

Sonia answered Ruby's questions.  "Fine thanks.  I had my 
last one today.  It's all over now."

"And do you know what you plan to do next year yet?"

"I think I've done well enough to get into an Accounting 
Degree course.  That will keep me busy for the next three 
years but I'll still have some hours at the store so I 
won't be short of cash."

"We'd make sure you had plenty anyway" Cilla reassured 
her.

Ruby was perplexed.  "Why would it be your concern?" she 
wondered.

"So you're sharing the unit too.  I thought it would be 
too big for just the two of you.  I couldn't understand 
why you didn't wait and find something smaller."

"We were looking for something for the three of us all 
along.  Sonia just had to finish High School first."

"That will be nice for you all then.  At least you won't 
be far from your mother if you have to come home."

"I will be home" was the small girl's reply to Ruby.

"I don't understand why Sonia's finances should be your 
concern though" she finally asked.

"Well you and Dad look after each, don't you?"  Cilla had 
been trying to lead the conversation in this direction on 
a couple of previous occasions and this was the first 
time she had been successful.  She reached out and took 
Sonia's hand in hers as her mother was framing her reply.

"Yes but we're ..."  She looked from one young woman to 
the other.

"And so are we Mum."

Ruby didn't know what to say at first.  "But what about 
Glyn?"

"Him too."  It seemed easy to say it now.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes Mum.  We all love each other."

Ruby sank into a chair and turned to Jean.  "Get your 
father."  Her voice was barely a whisper.

"Are you alright Mum?"

"Don't you 'Mum' me!  Of course I'm not alright.  How do 
you think I'd be.  First you tell me you're going to be 
living with a boy - then this.  It's too much!"

Cilla was rather taken back by the reception though it 
wasn't all that different from some scenarios she had 
imagined.

Ron came into the room at the end of the tirade, Jean in 
his tracks.  "What on Earth's the matter?"

"You tell him!" said Ruby.  "Just stand there and tell 
him what you've told me."

Ron looked expectantly at Cilla barely noticing the other 
girl beside her.

Sonia took her hand again; Cilla needed to know someone 
in the room was standing by her.

"I just said that Sonia was moving in with us...", Cilla 
started.

"Tell him why", her mother commanded.

"Because we love her and she loves us."

Ron was stunned.  He let it sink in for a few seconds.  
"That's not funny."

"I wasn't joking.  We, all three of us, ... are ... in 
... love."  She slipped an arm around Sonia which may 
have been the wrong thing to do right at that moment.

"I think you'd better go."  He felt sick.

"Dad ...", started Jean.

He turned on her crossly.  "Stay out of this."  He looked 
back at his eldest daughter.  "Get out now.  Both of 
you."

With tears in her eyes Cilla turned and opened the door, 
pushing Sonia through it before closing it behind her.  
"For the last time?" she wondered as she fled to the car 
with Sonia in her wake.

Cilla was definitely upset, but it was mainly an anger at 
her parents attitude rather than hurt at their rejection.  
"In this day and age", she muttered as she opened the 
door, "I thought they would at least discuss things a bit 
longer before deciding they couldn't handle the 
situation."

Neither young woman wanted to inflict their current 
troubles on Diane though Sonia felt Cilla's driving might 
have benefited from the time to cool down.  But, though 
neither said it, they were also worried that had they 
gone in Cilla's parents may have followed.

Sometimes a hasty withdrawal is a sign of common sense 
rather than of cowardice.

When they got home Cilla finally lost it and sobbed as 
though her heart was broken.  Sonia, seated next to her 
in the car didn't feel much better but it was worse when 
your own parents rejected you than when someone else's 
did.

Sonia tried her best to console her lover but found in 
the end it was easier to just get her moving out of the 
car and inside.

She made Cilla sit at the dining table and put on the 
kettle, standing behind her while it boiled.  With her 
arms around her body and her cheek resting on the top of 
Cilla's head she finally felt Cilla's heaving chest 
subside.  Kissing Cilla's crown she left her briefly to 
make their coffee.

"This was supposed to be a happy day for us and now I've 
spoiled it."

"You haven't spoiled anything love.  You know we didn't 
expect them to be happy about me and you.  It's just 
their reactions were a bit strong.  Who knows, in a week 
they may have gotten over it and all will be well.  Now 
drink up and I'll run you a relaxing bubble bath."

Sonia helped Cilla undress, not that she needed 
assistance, and with all the hugging and kissing going on 
it took far longer than necessary.

Cilla let herself be mothered by the younger woman and 
Sonia knelt by the side of the foam-filled bath as Cilla 
reclined.  She watched the curly red triangle disappear 
as Cilla eased herself into the hot water.  It differed 
substantially from her own patch and the thought of what 
lay hidden beyond made her mouth water with the desire to 
taste it's sweetness.

Cilla's breasts made large circles in the white bubbles 
as she lay right back, knees up to allow her to immerse 
her head with just her flushed face rising above the 
water.  With her distressed eyes closed she tried to 
forget her worries, and her hearing muffled by the 
surrounding water, she was surprised by the tender touch 
of Sonia's lips against her own.

She kept her eyes closed and parted her lips, letting the 
tip of her tongue poke against the other girl's soft 
lips.  Sonia's copied the action and they let the 
sensitive organs brush sensuously against each other.

Cilla opened her eyes and looked directly into those of 
the woman she loved.  "Bugger my parents", she thought, 
"This is what's important and WE know it's right."

She raised a wet arm and brought Sonia's head back for a 
more passionate kiss.  "I love you", she said.

The water from her arm soaked into Sonia's top; Cilla 
noticed it and said "You're getting wet.  You'd better 
take your clothes off."

Sonia didn't mind the dampness in the least.  If Cilla 
was thinking amorously she must have put the earlier 
incident behind her.  That was good.

Her clothes ended up in a jumble on the lid of the 
toilet; she would sort through wet and dry later.

For now she was happy, if a little cold, just to sit 
naked on the bathmat next to her lover.

"You're shivering.  Why not climb in here with me?"

"There's not enough room."

The main bathroom had a shower that could hold four or 
five people (friendly ones considering the close 
quarters) but the bath must have been the smallest 
available that missed out on being a wash basin.

Cilla could sit in it or she could bend her knees and 
slide her bum down to her ankles so she could submerge 
her head.  Sonia couldn't see two people fitting in 
there.

Cliche time though : where there's a will there's a way.

Cilla was more than willing.  She sat up and put a leg 
along each side of the bath.  Yes, with knees under her 
chin Sonia probably could fit.  She stepped into the 
space provided and sat, bouncing her ass in and out of 
the water as she got used to a temperature that no longer 
worried the pink-skinned Cilla.

When she had settled, Cilla dropped her feet back down 
into Sonia's lap.  Sonia hadn't had to keep her knees 
under her chin after all.  She leaned back against 
Cilla's soft buffers and Cilla's arms surrounded her, 
drawing her closer.

There wasn't room to fool around although Cilla was able 
to play with Sonia's breasts and to nibble and blow into 
her ear.  It certainly was enough to make them forget 
their woes.

-----

It was dark when I got home, far later than I had 
expected although I had phoned to let the girls know I 
was held up.  It wasn't quite how I had wanted to help 
welcome Sonia to her new home.  I was also worried that 
by the time I got there they would be shagged out.

I needn't have worried; they had apparently decided to 
wait for me and were seated in front of the television 
with Sonia's head in Cilla's lap in imitation of the 
position Cilla normally took with me.

I kissed them both and was told to freshen up then join 
them.  I stripped off in the bathroom and had a hasty 
shower.

I returned to the lounge but it was in darkness and the 
TV was off.  I checked carefully - no lovers - and went 
back to the bedroom - no-one there either.

I was about to call out to them when the curtain blew in 
and I realised the doors to the balcony were open.  I 
slid through the gap in the curtain to join the two naked 
women seated on the garden lounge we had installed at one 
end.

"Just stand over there for now."  I did as I was told and 
watched as they both sat there with their hands active at 
their own pussies.

They had worked out their plan for the evening.  Events 
were going to start with a show and it HAD been a while 
since I had witnessed them playing with themselves rather 
than each other.

I wondered if I was supposed to copy them.

A description of the balcony is probably in order.  There 
were a number of two storey buildings along the street 
but we were located at one end and so, while we had a 
pleasant view from the balcony off our upstairs bedroom, 
none of the other buildings were visible from it.

Each of the four apartments in the building had their own 
balcony facing in a different direction.  One did have a 
window looking out in the same direction as ours but 
unless the owners poked their heads out of it they 
couldn't see anyone present there.

As for our other single-storeyed neighbour, his view was 
blocked by a row of Poplar trees unless he stood right by 
the fence; late at night this was unlikely and it was a 
rather uncomfortable proposition considering the razor-
edged Pampas Grass on his side.

The street lighting left the corner where Cilla and Sonia 
were seated in darkness, the brickwork reflecting just 
enough for me to see them twiddling their twats.

I must have been showing my eagerness to become involved 
for I was commanded to kneel before them and taste the 
nectar on their fingers.  Such hard task masters! (or is 
it mistresses?)

Cilla took my head once their fingers were clean and 
pulled it gently but insistently between her legs.  She 
didn't have to insist very hard but before my eyes were 
buried by her pale thighs I noted that I had wasted my 
time cleaning Sonia's fingers.

Cilla didn't want me to make her come just yet; I was 
supposed to raise her level of excitement for the next 
phase and I must have done so adequately as she soon 
passed me on to Sonia.

Both my women were in fine flavour tonight - one sweet 
and one musky as usual.  They made a fine supper.

I was occupied eating Sonia for a much longer period than 
Cilla had required and she didn't take long before she 
slid down on the lounge as she tried to grind her pussy 
against my face and the invading tongue.  This gave me a 
clearer target and I poked and probed time after time 
trying to give her an orgasmic release.

But once again Cilla interrupted and instructed me to 
cease and desist so with a parting slurp that made Sonia 
shudder, I obeyed.

We all stood on Cilla's instruction and followed her over 
to where the brickwork provided a little ledge under the 
small window lighting the staircase.

She plonked her ass cheeks on it then quickly 
straightened.  Grabbing a rug from the lounge she covered 
the cold brickwork and sat again.

Comfortable now, it was Sonia's turn to get into position 
and she stood before Cilla, facing away.  Cilla lifted 
her and she was able to sit on Cilla's slight lap while 
Cilla supported most of her weight.

"Well get over here and show her you love her, you dope!  
I can't hold her all night."  Cilla was eager to be the 
bread in Sonia's sandwich fuck and became cheeky in her 
impatience.

I stood before Sonia and kissed her.  "Welcome home 
Love."

She returned the kiss with added heat and reached down to 
pull me closer using the one handle I wasn't likely to 
ignore.  She positioned me and then let go, grabbing my 
waist instead to pull me into her warm body.

She was wet and she was slippery and I had no trouble 
sliding up inside her.  She released my waist and clasped 
her hands behind my neck instead while leaning back into 
Cilla and wrapping her slender legs around me.

Cilla still had her hands under Sonia's thighs and I 
could feel her fingers brushing against me each time I 
thrust forward.  She leaned back against the glass blocks 
which comprised the window and felt my thrusts pass 
through Sonia's body to echo in hers as well.

The glass was too thick to break but it acted as a 
springboard for each compression of her body.

I would thrust into Sonia's delightful snatch and she 
would be cushioned by Cilla.  As I eased back Cilla would 
rebound and Sonia would be forced, briefly, back onto my 
retreating prick.  It was an unusual double thrust which 
reminded me of my earliest music lessons when we had to 
clap out the beat - strong, weak, medium, weak.

Sonia in the middle of things certainly enjoyed it and 
the flat fingers behind my neck became claw-like as she 
began to boil.

Cilla, fucked by proxy, was finding the whole experience 
rather exciting too.  Apparently it isn't just young men 
who can get off by watching as well as by doing.

She didn't share the orgasmic high Sonia achieved nor the 
intense release I "suffered" but did notice a pelvis-
warming glow as she finally let Sonia down after my 
sticky penis had been ejected from her tight cunt.

Sonia and I cuddled and kissed as Cilla wrapped her arms 
around the pair of us.  I leaned past Sonia's cheek and 
Cilla met my open lips for her own passionate kiss.

It was as we stood there hugging as we slowly recovered 
that we heard the footsteps suddenly moving away from us 
down the street and wondered just how hidden we had 
really been.

It didn't matter; others had witnessed our loving in the 
past.  Still we decided, with such a lovely bed waiting 
for us, perhaps we should continue Sonia's welcome 
inside.

I took a lovely lady under each arm and escorted them 
into our boudoir where Cilla started warming the bed 
while Sonia and I cleaned up.

And then ...

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    * CAVEAT :                        *
    *   If you do share lovers it's   *
    *   best NOT to share the condom  *
    *   as well.  This is fiction!    *
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