Author: Pescador del Valle
Title: Boy Meets Girl Meets Girl
Part: Chapter 14 of 25
Universe: PdV's Boy Meets Girl Meets Girl
Summary: A romantic view of the unusual erotic encounters
         of three older teenagers
Keywords: F-Solo, mfF, oral, mast, rom
Language: English
Copyright: 2003

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Cilla, Sonia and I had forged an unlikely three-way 
relationship recently, culminating in the loss of Cilla's 
and my virginities with Sonia's assistance.  

We had bought some toys yesterday and it was now Sonia's 
turn to be visited.

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Cilla came over to Sonia's after lunch on Sunday.

Sonia's mother, a fantastic cook, had been hospitable.  
Having had us all there the previous evening she treated 
Cilla's arrival as a normal occurrence.

She had watched how her daughter interacted with the 
youth she had invited into their home.  There was 
definite affection there and she watched our frequent eye 
contact and physical touching with a little disquiet.

Her daughter had exams coming up and then another full 
year at high school.  She had the intelligence and 
dedication to do well at university though she hadn't 
specified any career preference yet.

The introduction of a boyfriend for her daughter was a 
complication she had hoped to defer, if not avoid.  She 
wanted her daughter to find someone (one day) and had so 
far found me and my prospects to be acceptable.  She just 
didn't want the distraction deleteriously affecting her 
daughter's future.

And so she welcomed the presence of another girl who, she 
hoped, would tone down the friendship.  It had only been 
just over a week since her daughter had been talking 
about me as something other than one of a dozen names 
that got sprinkled into her daughter's conversation.

If Cilla got me interested in her instead, Sonia might be 
broken hearted for a while but she could then concentrate 
on her education.

I wonder how she would have felt knowing the truth.

We sat and talked and Sonia's baby photos were inevitably 
paraded.  Cilla and I got to see a pictorial history of 
her deceased father and absent brother Hugh.  There was 
an obvious family  resemblance between the two men and a 
similar likeness on the distaff side.  I looked closer at 
Sonia's mother Diane, seeing the woman my younger love 
was likely to resemble as she aged; I could certainly 
happily live the rest of my life with a woman like that 
by my side.  (A little superficial maybe - more a case of 
being delighted at finding she was not likely to become 
an old crone.)

Diane looked up from the album to find me staring at her 
as was puzzled when I smiled at her.  Did I find the 
photos amusing?  Was there some joke she had missed?  Was 
I coming on to her?

She dismissed the thought of a young lad being interested 
in her.  If asked I could have told her that many my age 
would die for a chance to get in her pants.  She was 
still attractive, although old enough to be my mother, 
and a teenager's lust would overlook the age difference 
in a flash.

As I turned back to the photos she considered me more 
closely. I was good looking enough (not model material 
maybe but well away from the ugly end of the scale) and 
fit.  I had been courteous and helpful, attentive to all 
three ladies and not loud or boastful.

Basically she could see why her daughter, and Cilla, and 
(she admitted guiltily) herself, would find me 
interesting.

She didn't normally find herself perving at young men 
(okay not quite true but that was in passing on the 
street, not spending time with them in her lounge room).

However she had been unsuccessful romantically since a 
car accident had taken the life of her husband three 
years earlier.

The one man who had come along hadn't stayed and she had 
had to take her self in hand.  It had been so long.

She began daydreaming.  What would it be like, she 
wondered, to take me in hand, literally and obscenely, 
and instruct me in the bedroom arts.

That daydream, and indeed her own actual experiences, 
were nothing compared to he daughter's activities, even 
just considering the events of previous day.

Still she flushed with embarrassment when a question from 
Sonia broke through the image of me plunging my prick 
(imagined with a fair bit more poetic licence than 
reality) into her cunt as she wrapped her legs behind my 
back.

She looked back and forth at our faces feeling as though 
we knew exactly what she had been thinking.

"I'm sorry dear.  What did you say?"

Sonia repeated her question and received a more or less 
coherent answer.  Diane shook herself and joined in the 
conversation again.

The phone rang.  Diane got up and answered it.

It turned out that one of her partners needed a document 
printed so he could pick it up on his way past later.  
She would have to make a quick trip into work.

"I have to go into the office for a little while.  I hope 
you don't mind.  I should be only an hour or so."

Diane put her glass in the kitchen then went to her 
bedroom and slipped a couple of toys into her handbag.

"I'll kill two birds with one stone", she thought.

She came back to the lounge and we said goodbye.

She shared a small accounting practice only about 15 
minutes drive from home.  It wasn't unusual for her to 
pop back in while the place was empty to catch up on a 
particular job without interruption so Sonia wasn't 
surprised.

Diane let herself in and turned off the alarm, calling 
the security service and giving an estimate of how long 
she would be in.

She went through an outer room where her two assistants 
normally worked and into her private office which was a 
little more luxuriously outfitted.

As one of three equal partners, she enjoyed some perks in 
her private domain - including a personal ensuite and bar 
facilities.  The existing facilities had simply been 
retained and upgraded somewhat when an old rambling house 
had been converted to offices for the practise.

This was useful when she was called upon to visit or 
entertain (never "that way") a client at short notice and 
needed some way of freshening up.

After starting the printer she locked both the outer and 
her personal doors and removed her dress.  This was 
carefully hung in a closet already containing a number of 
outfits suitable for a variety of business and social 
occasions.

She stood in plain bra and panties, her shoes kicked to 
one side, as she mixed herself a drink.

She thought back to her earlier embarrassing moment.

"Damn.  Getting hot over a 17 year old.  And my 
daughter's boyfriend to boot!"

In truth, she could have focussed on anyone; I just 
happened to be the male present at the time her thoughts 
turned to sex.

Still I would have been flattered to know she saw me in 
that light even though it would have made our future 
interactions a little awkward.

Diane took her drink over to her desk and looked at the 
executive office chair she normally used.

"Shouldn't get the fabric stained, I suppose."

She got a towel from a shelf in the closet and draped it 
over the chair before reaching behind her to unfasten her 
bra.  Knickers soon followed it to the floor and she sat 
down and took another sip.

She thought it was fortunate she was responsible for 
building security and maintenance.  The idea of someone 
putting a closed circuit TV camera somewhere in her 
office would have been rather embarrassing but the 
thought of someone watching her masturbate at work was 
also somewhat exciting.

She had only done this once before.  An attractive client 
had been very attentive over a business lunch and she 
found herself horny as hell by the end of the meal.  It 
turned out he was married yet still on the prowl.

She was disappointed that he could get her juice flowing 
and then turn out to be such a sleaze.  If circumstances 
had been different she might have had to get a sitter for 
Sonia but she wasn't interested in being the "other 
woman".

So when she found herself alone back at the office after 
everyone else had left she decided to take herself in 
hand and started her engine in the shower.

On that occasion she didn't have any toys available and 
had to simply use what nature provided.  It had been 
sufficient, and satisfying.  Now, however, her actions 
were premeditated and she had come prepared and was 
prepared to come.

She had brought two toys, a vibrator not unlike the 
larger pair Sonia had selected, and a slightly thicker 
dildo that was still thinner than the double header her 
daughter had yet to try.

Diane started by rubbing her breast with one hand and 
trying to moisten her pussy with the other.

She thought of the lover who had shared her life until 
the accident had violently separated them.  As she closed 
her eyes and tried to remember his touch and strength and 
taste the image kept returning to the young man she had 
left with her daughter.

That train of thought then had her imagination swirling 
from my being between her thighs to those of her sixteen 
year old daughter.

"Get out of my head, this is MY fantasy", she 'told' her 
daughter.

Sonia faded and once again I thrust deep into Diane.

She reached out and applied her favourite toy to the 
entrance of her cunt.  It slipped into that wet orifice, 
pushing the muscles aside as she felt it filling her.

She turned it on and a muted buzzing could be heard 
throughout the otherwise quiet office.  Diane manipulated 
it, fucking herself and widening her organ for the larger 
toy she had waiting.

When she judged herself ready, she removed the vibrator 
and laid it, still running, beside her in the chair.  She 
picked up the dildo and reclined back, her feet on the 
side of the desk with legs spread wide, lewdly displaying 
her pussy to the imaginary person seated opposite her.

"I hope I don't fall backwards.  I'd look bloody silly 
found dead on Monday with a foot long dong stuffed up my 
clacker."

She fed the enormous head into her opening, feeling it 
stretch to accommodate the extra width.  It had been 
stretched wider on two occasions but those had been many 
years ago and had involved more pain than joy at the 
time.  The joy had come later as she held her newborn 
babies.

Now there was an urgency.  She needed to feel a totally 
different and far more immediate joy.

She pushed the jelly-like object deeper, moving it back 
and then forcing it in.  Two steps forward, one step 
back.

Eventually it was as deep as she could comfortably fit 
it.  It had taken her a couple of minutes and she had no 
intentions of plunging it in and out quite yet.  It 
filled her and the feel of her muscles being stretched 
caused an itch in her pussy that she knew how to scratch.

Diane's hand fumbled for the other toy she had put down.  
The buzzing made it easy to locate but not recover in her 
prone position.  The chair wobbled a bit as she lifted 
her butt to retrieve her "best friend".

She applied that to her pussy, rubbing it at the sides of 
her jelly dong and then back over her clit.

She would have been horrified had her daughter told her 
of the additional pleasure she could achieve with yet 
another vibrator plying an anal route.

"Nice girls" didn't even know about that in her day and 
it wasn't something her husband had ever proposed so she 
was an anal virgin in thought as well as deed.  Though 
more knowledgeable now, in her mind it was still
something only relevant for gay men.

As the vibrations eased her tension in some respects and 
built it higher in others she took the dildo in her hand 
and started a slow pumping motion.

As she drew it out it initially felt like her insides 
were being drawn out with it.  The adhesion broke as she 
kept up the pressure and the ring of flesh around the 
dildo slipped back along it, adding extra lubrication for 
the next piston stroke.

Diane withdrew it until she could feel the artificial 
mushroom head just inside her vaginal opening.  She 
started its downwards thrust with more force this time as 
she accommodated its width and her juices smoothed its 
passage.

Her thin cunt lips were caught by its passage to be 
pinched and stretched inside her.  The slight sting added 
a distinctly different yet surprisingly pleasurable 
effect.

They were freed by the next outwards stroke and Diane 
increased the tempo.  She released the vibrator to take 
the dildo in both hands and it fell to the floor rolling 
under her desk to lie buzzing pointlessly.

In, Out, In, Out.  the oversized phallus pleasantly 
rubbed over her G-spot with both movements.  The head of 
her toy popped free and she hastened to reinsert it.

The next stroke trapped some air and this farted past the 
dildo as she pushed it home.

Her excitement was building and the chair was drawn 
closer to the desk as she bent her knees, spreading them 
to give herself as much room as possible.

She looked over her pale, flat belly as the black rubber 
object appeared and disappeared in turn.  She had 
wondered why they always seemed to make the bigger models 
in black.  It had reminded her of the joke - What is 12 
inches long and white? Nothing!

Right now she didn't care if it had yellow polka dots.  
All dildos are black when they are buried deep or if your 
eyes are screwed tight as you bring yourself to an 
infrequent and much desired orgasm.

Alone in the building Diane gave voice to her 
satisfaction at a level she couldn't achieve at hove.

"Aaargh Yeeessss!"

She had never been particularly vocal - it was especially 
difficult with two kids down the hall - but today 
everything felt so good and she wouldn't have cared 
(okay, an exaggeration) if there HAD been others to hear.

She left the dildo in place and gently rubbed her pussy, 
just adding some pleasant sensations as she felt the 
tension of her orgasm ebb softly away.

She felt the dampness on the inside of her thighs.  It 
had happened again!

When it had first occurred she had been terribly 
embarrassed, thinking she had pissed on her husband as he 
brought her to a mind-crashing finish.  Instead he had 
been pleased.  It had stunned her.

He explained, wiping it up and getting her to smell his 
fingers.  There was no smell of urine.  Instead, as he 
told her, she had experienced a female ejaculation.

It seemed the differences between men and women were 
fairly small and some women could produce enough of the 
equivalent of seminal fluid for its emission to be 
noticeable when a climax caused general contractions 
through their pelvic regions.

She had never mentioned it to anyone else, feeling it was 
a little strange, almost like she wasn't feminine enough, 
but on those occasions when she produced tangible 
evidence she had come her husband had expressed such joy 
that she wished it happened more often.

She lay back in her office chair and squeezed internally, 
watching as the black rubber snake, glistening with her 
juices, performed its own Indian Rope trick.  Like 
toothpaste from a tube it rose up out of its "container" 
until insufficient remained inside to bear its weight.

It fell to one side, broke free with a plopping sound and 
dropped to the floor.  Diane left it there while she felt 
her hole with both hands.

It always amazed here how the tunnel remained open for a 
while after it was vacated.  She had used a torch and a 
hand mirror once, squatting down to look at the bright 
red ridged wall inside her cunt.

She got up and refreshed her drink before getting on all 
fours to retrieve her toys and to turn off the vibrator.

She was going to have a shower but decided she might have 
trouble explaining wet hair.

"Bugger it", she thought.  "I'm not that bad.  I'll have 
a wash when I get home."

She packed things away and got dressed again, putting the 
protective towel into the laundry basket in the en suite.  
The cleaners would attend to it during the week.

She set the alarm and locked up leaving a hint of her 
nether perfume as a reminder of her presence, and 
activity, in her office.  It would be gone by Monday 
morning.

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When she got home she found us playing cards.  She 
excused herself and headed for the bathroom only to find 
a fresh set of towels.  She had only replaced them 
herself the previous day so was surprised and a little 
curious.

Whatever the cause, she could ask Sonia later.  Now she 
just wanted to make sure she didn't smell like a cat in 
heat.

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What had happened to the towels?  It all had to do with 
one of Sonia's special requests the previous day.

When we had made our illicit foray into a sex shop, Sonia 
had spotted an item that she thought would be fun.

After her mother had left us alone, she decided to see 
how much fun it actually was.

"I need to freshen up", she said with a smile.  "Anyone 
want to join me?"

I think this could definitely be considered a rhetorical 
question.  I doubted Cilla would say "No" and what young 
man who wasn't in a coma would reject an opportunity for 
a soapy cuddle with two of the sweetest young women 
around.

We stripped off in Sonia's room.  Who knew when her 
mother would be back and it would be easier to cover our 
asses (literally) if our clothes weren't spread around 
the lounge.

We traipsed naked from her bedroom to the shower, the 
girls whispering behind me as I was sent ahead to adjust 
the water.

They joined me as I got the temperature right and Sonia 
grabbed the soap.  She started lathering my back while 
Cilla crushed her wet front against mine.

I immediately hardened, my prick rising between her legs 
to be blocked by her pussy.  She scolded me for being 
impatient which I found a little unfair considering the 
feel, firstly, of her lovely body in my arms and, 
secondly, of Sonia's hand as she soaped between my legs 
cleaning between my ass cheeks and fondling my balls.

I was allowed a couple of quick kisses but they had 
something else in mind and I found we REALLY were there 
to freshen up.

We dried each other off with Sonia's towel.  (She should 
have got some fresh ones!)

That was a fun experience in itself - pandering to, and 
being pandered to in turn by two squeaky clean maidens 
(not being particularly pedantic in my terminology.)

I was led back to Sonia's room where Cilla asked me to 
lay on the bed.

"Mais certaiment, ma chere"

She undid the ties holding her hair back and shook her 
head to free the tresses.  She climbed up onto me and sat 
over my face, pinning my arms under her shins.  With a 
fresh pussy perched invitingly in front of me what could 
I do but tuck in.

I could hear Sonia moving around her room but my view was 
limited to Cilla's belly, tits and face as she looked 
down at her cunning linguist.  (Okay it's an old joke!)

Sonia took my right hand and wrapped something soft 
around my wrist a few times.  I couldn't do anything 
about it unless I was prepared to try and throw Cilla off 
me.  If I could that is; I wasn't in the best position to 
get the leverage needed.

If you're going to get tied up, or down I suppose, 
there's a couple of important requirements.

The first and most important is trust.

I certainly trusted them not to do anything harmful or 
publicly embarrassing.  I didn't trust them not to do 
something weird or disaccommodating but that didn't worry 
me.  I was likely to end up enjoying whatever their 
devious minds came up with.

The second thing was some way of identifying "Stop it - I 
like it" from "Stop it - I mean it".

As nothing had been mentioned prior to the restraints 
being applied it had not been possible to come to any 
arrangement and, since I had been taught not to speak 
with my mouth full, it would have been impolite of me to 
try to say anything just then.

The good part of being ambushed by the devious duo was 
that they weren't really into S&M but were more 
interested in teasing me.

Sonia went around to each limb in turn, securing me to 
her bed with old pantyhose.  The nylons would be rather 
difficult to tear, if not impossible without doing myself 
a serious injury.  I was neatly trussed.

"Ready", Sonia told Cilla.

"Aw, do I have to stop?  He's doing such a good job."

"Mfmph Hff Mmt Mhh."  So much for being polite.

Sonia leaned over Cilla's leg to look into my eyes.  "If 
you're not a good boy you will just end up missing out."

Cilla climbed off my face leaving it wet with her juices.  
Sonia licked my cheeks.

"Miss out on what?"

Sonia held my face and kissed me.

"You", she said with a pause, "will find out."

She got up and went to rummage through a drawer.  "Ah!  I 
thought it was still here."

She got a woollen scarf and folded it over to make a 
narrow band which she secured around my head with a 
safety pin.

By crossing my eyes I could just see down the side of my 
nose; not a worthwhile exercise.  How come I missed out 
on seeing my young beauties?

What was worse, Sonia and Cilla started making noises in 
the background which indicated I was missing out on more 
than a nice perv.

It turned out that the blindfold wasn't all that much of 
an inconvenience.  Any sounds or comments made by the 
others were immediately the subject of intense 
speculation.

Reality sometimes fell far short of my active 
imagination.

I did however miss out on seeing Sonia licking the 
chocolate spread that Cilla had "painted" on one of her 
breasts.

There wasn't really any need for an added incentive.  
Sonia would have been happy to suck on that tit without 
its chocolaty coating.  Still it was fun cleaning off the 
brown sticky mess with its hazelnut flavour.

The young women were standing beside my imprisoning bed.  
Cilla was giggling as she held Sonia's head in place 
against her breast.

"What WAS happening?" I wondered silently.

Sonia finished cleaning her lover and raised her face for 
a kiss.  Cilla licked the brown lipstick from around her 
girlfriends mouth before pushing her tongue through the 
waiting lips.

Cilla broke off the kiss and looked into Sonia's eyes.  
"God I love this girl", she thought.  She whispered in 
the smaller girls ear and Sonia nodded in agreement.

I noticed the smell but couldn't quite recognise it.  I 
did hear someone on each side of the bed however.  Then I 
felt my nipples being rubbed.

"Hang on, what was that?"  The fingers moving across my 
chest were coated with something thick and sticky.  The 
smell was stronger.

Unseen by me, Sonia and Cilla licked the excess chocolate 
spread from each others fingers.

Sonia, finding the taste becoming a little sickening by 
itself had a thought.  "Hand on a minute."

She went to the bathroom and returned with one of the 
drier towels.  "Slip this under him", she instructed and 
disappeared out the door again.

"Okay.  Lift up Lover."  Cilla pushed the towel through 
while I obediently arched my back.  The towel was 
crumpled uncomfortably under me when I relaxed but Cilla 
had moved to the other side of the bed and got me to lift 
up again while she smoothed it out.

I got a quick kiss "for being good" and from the taste of 
her lips finally realized what I had been smelling.

"Good!"  Sonia was back and I heard some more strange 
sounds.  Your imagination does work overtime when you 
can't see what's happening around you.  Have you ever 
tried to guess a "secret sound" competition on the radio?

This time I totally failed to guess that the zipper-like 
noise was due to the catch-release-catch action of the 
lid being removed from a small plastic tub of vanilla 
ice-cream.

I have a slight depression over my breast bone and this 
made an ideal bowl for my despicable darling to deposit a 
freezing scoop.  I gasped at the sudden sensations, the 
cold almost burning with its unexpected chill.

I couldn't get up and the best angle I could achieve by 
arching my back again only served to slide the frozen 
blob around its "bowl".

A hand on each shoulder forced me down and I felt a 
breast against my side as someone leaned over me.  I'd 
recognise that tit anywhere, blindfolded or not.  Cilla!

Okay, that might not be quite truthful but I would be 
willing to wager a reasonable mount that, blindfolded, I 
could pick her out of a room of say 20 naked women by 
touch alone.  It might take me several hours though but I 
wouldn't care about losing the bet if I did end up being 
unable to tell.

Still I was right this time (big deal - 50/50 chance with 
C cups compared to A) and Cilla licked up some of the 
softer dessert as it melted on my hot body.  She 
continued across my chest to lick a path through the 
chocolate over my nipple.

As Cilla leaned back Sonia took her turn.  "Much nicer", 
she thought.

"Hey!  What about me?"

Cilla took pity on me and taking a bite out of the ball 
of the mushy ice-cream she added a lick of chocolate and 
deposited it in my mouth, sharing it with a messy kiss.

It might sound a bit disgusting but think about it.  You 
swap a fair bit of saliva kissing (at least the way we do 
it); your tongues are in and out each others mouths - 
where's the difference?

"Thank you", I said as I swallowed.  Sonia had watched 
and took her own turn to feed me, her tongue tickling 
sensuously as it collected some chocolate sauce.

Between them, and periodically me, my chest was 
eventually cleaned up.  Well, left rather sticky actually 
with a dairy smell from the melted ice-cream.

I heard the girls move and wondered what was next.

With all the attention I had been receiving there was no 
way I could have remained limp and it was therefore no 
great surprise to find Cilla's hand on my erect cock.

She gave it a couple of pumps just to make sure and I 
heard another sharp snap from Sonia's side of the bed.  
It wasn't the ice-cream again.  I could imagine my poor 
prick freezing as my loves dined on more chocolate-coated 
vanilla.

Sonia had other ideas.

I heard the aerosol spray as a coating of instant whipped 
cream foamed up and over my genitals.  I couldn't see it 
but I could feel the coating growing as Sonia directed 
the spray up and down my cock and over my balls.

"Our own banana split!" laughed Cilla.  She ran her 
finger along my prick leaving a line through the cream.

"Here's the banana...".  She tickled my balls, "Here's 
the nuts.  Plenty of cream, ice-cream if we want.  Hmmm.  
Something's missing.  I know - we need a cherry on top."

Sonia laughed.  "Coming up".  She almost leapt on the bed 
and straddled my thighs, plonking her pussy down over the 
mess.

"One cherry as ordered!"

Cilla joined my virginal girlfriend in her merry 
laughter.

I'm glad I couldn't see what it looked like but the 
feeling of Sonia sliding her "cherry" along my "banana" 
was wonderful.

She lifted up and carefully moved along my body to kneel 
on my arms with another serve of dessert positioned over 
my mouth like a mother bird feeding her hungry chicks.

I had been taught to eat what was put in front of me 
without complaint, to Sonia's delight, and with gusto 
started to lick my "plate" clean.

At the other end of the bed Cilla had also decided to 
clean things up and, starting at the nuts, worked her way 
up until she was devouring the banana whole.

One of life's memorable moments I think.

Compared to the excessive sweetness of the cream, Sonia's 
normally sweet pussy provided a tarter flavour to my 
meal.

She moved around so I could clean up the cream from the 
top of her legs and from the fine black hair but kept 
coming back so I could play "hunt the cherry" with my 
tongue.

She moved off briefly when I grunted urgently into her 
pussy and used a tissue to clear the cream that was 
blocking one of my nostrils.

When she mounted my face again I played "force field" 
with her.  She put her pussy right over my mouth and I 
continued licking but avoided actually touching her clit.

Oh so close at times but never making contact.  As the 
urgency grew in her, Sonia moved her hips to follow my 
tongue, trying to force me to lick her sensitive little 
bump.

Nope.  Missed again.  Almost.

I may have been tied up (or was it down?) but that didn't 
mean I couldn't have fun in my own way; a little passive 
resistance.

Too high.  Too low.  Oops! (Hide my tongue back in my
mouth for a second.)  Sonia was getting frustrated.

She grabbed my head in her hands and started performing 
pelvic tilts.  If Glyn wouldn't come to the party she 
would damn well see that the party went to Glyn.

She used my nose to masturbate against, making it 
difficult to breath at times.  There was still an 
occasional bit of cream around and I found one deep 
breath being wasted on a spluttery sneeze that cleared 
the nostril again.

In self-defence I capitulated.  I pushed upwards with my 
tongue when she was moving backwards and made contact 
with the disputed region.

The force field preventing contact now became super glue 
instead as I tried to follow her movement and not lose 
contact as I licked at her clit.

At least my poor nose got a rest and my airways remained 
clear.

Sonia picked up speed and was rubbing her pussy right 
across my mouth as she enjoyed my increased efforts.  Her 
legs clamped around my head as she shuddered and I felt 
the tension build, pause, and then slowly ebb from her 
body.

I stopped eating.  My tongue was a little tired and 
Sonia's pussy had become sensitive.

She climbed off me and licked the remaining cream from my 
face before giving me a passionate kiss.

"Thanks Love."

"Thank you", I insisted.  "I'll have to dine here again."

"You're welcome.  You can come here any time.  I know I 
did."

Ah, but I hadn't.  While I had been eating the superb 
meal Sonia had provided, Cilla had finished cleaning me 
up and the feel of her tongue making long sweeps from the 
bottom of my hairy sack right along my prick as it 
pointed towards my belly button was exquisite.

When she was satisfied all was clean she just rested her 
head next to it and gave it an occasional lick or kiss 
while watching her girlfriend rubbing her crotch all over 
my face.

Cilla was happy to make me come but wanted it to happen 
at the same time as she did if at all possible.

When Sonia finally got off me Cilla thought, "My turn 
now!"

"Can I have another banana split?" she asked Sonia.  She 
planned a little 69 and was still in a fun mood.  I had 
started to eat her while she had waited for Sonia to 
secure me and she wanted more of the same.

"How come I don't get a banana split?" I asked.

"I can only see one banana here", said Cilla.  "Are you 
getting kinky on us?" she asked.

"KINKY!" I thought.  "What the hell does she think this 
is?"

Sonia however had a rather kinky idea of her own.  "Hang 
on again" she asked Cilla.

She ran out to the kitchen, double checking the clock to 
see how much longer her mother was likely to be.  It 
might be a bit hard to explain the scenario in her 
bedroom if we were too long.

She returned with a very green banana.  It might not 
taste as nice but it would stay firmer than a riper one.

She showed it to Cilla.  "Are you game?"

Cilla figured out Sonia's intention and thought it over.  
She couldn't see any problem.  "Why not."

Sonia peeled the banana.  Fortunately it was the shorter 
variety with a triangular cross-section rather then the 
circular type that had the stereotypical banana bend.

Cilla sat on the side of the bed and watched as Sonia 
manipulated the piece of fruit into her wet orifice.  It 
was an easy enough job, Sonia's main concern being not to 
squeeze too hard so the banana wasn't squashed.

Cilla found the sight between her legs to be somewhat 
obscene and certainly a turn on.  "I've got my own hard 
on now."

Not knowing what had been happening, this comment had me 
a little concerned about what was planned next.

Sonia got the can of whipped cream.  "Lean back."

Cilla rested against my stomach and watched Sonia circle 
the base of the banana with foaming cream where it 
protruded from her cunt.  Sonia then coated her curls and 
ran a line of cream along the visible part of the fruit.

"That's enough I think.  More would just fall off."

What were they up to?  Damn this blindfold!

"What's going on?" I asked without much hope of being 
told.

"I think he might enjoy seeing his next course", said 
Sonia.  She passed the can to Cilla who used it to coat 
MY banana again.

Sonia undid the scarf she had used as a blindfold but 
continued to hold it in place over my eyes while I felt 
Cilla kneel over me as she carefully positioned herself 
backwards in the small area available at the head of 
Sonia's bed.

Something bumped across my nose and my nostril was 
filled, yet again, with the bloody cream.  Who's fucking 
crazy idea was this!

"Ready?" asked Sonia.  She was like the cowboy 
responsible for the chute door at a rodeo.

Cilla leaned down and took me into her mouth and gave 
Sonia a very muffled "Uh huh".

The scarf was suddenly gone and I blinked my eyes before 
focussing on Cilla's twat poised in the air above my 
face.

What WAS that?  The cream was fairly obvious but it also 
obscured the object and I had trouble focussing on 
something that close.

When you think bananas you immediately imagine a yellow 
curve.  A straight, skinned banana, covered in whipped 
cream, that is positioned three centimetres above your 
nose doesn't quite register as the same thing.

Sonia guided Cilla's hips as the object got closer, 
heading it straight for my mouth.

Was I supposed to suck on some dildo?  Hey, had they 
bought a strap on?  (A teenage boy does hear some stories 
you know.)  What had my loves been up to without telling 
poor little me?

Okay.  They wanted to see me performing mock fellation 
did they?  Well, on with the show then.

I opened my mouth and the banana was pushed through my 
lips.  I licked the cream off it and got a taste of the  
banana as my teeth found it wasn't quite the hard object 
I had expected.

"Oh God!  What a pair of deviants.  I loved it!"

I made sure not to bite off more than I could chew.  If 
my blow job didn't meet their expectations I wouldn't put 
it past my loves to inflict a bite to some other banana 
in the room.

Sonia was watching Cilla's movements carefully.  The 
banana wasn't sticking out that far but it would have 
been enough to teach me the practical difficulties of 
deep throating and Sonia was hoping in turn to avoid the 
difficulties of a naked male body on her bed with half a 
banana lodged in his throat.

She encouraged Cilla to lift up.  "Take a little bite off 
the end", she instructed me.  At least I bloody well
hoped Cilla thought she was talking to me!

I followed her instructions and chewed rapidly, trying to 
clear my mouth in case Cilla couldn't hold herself up for 
too long.  I needn't have worried.

"Okay dear.  You can fuck his face now."  Her guiding 
hands helped Cilla get into a regular rhythm and I found 
the banana moving in and out of my mouth.

I licked around it in a motion I myself enjoyed and got 
more of the cream with more of my tongue.  As Cilla 
descended I opened wider and poked my tongue out past the 
fruity phallus to lick up more cream from around her 
lips.

BINGO!  With my nose pointed at her rosebud ass, my 
bottom lip was aligned with her clit and it was easy 
enough to find that protuberance with my questing tongue.

"That broke her rhythm for a second", I thought.

If I wanted to make better contact I needed to shorten 
the banana.  Not quite the easiest job with it moving up 
and down.

I waited until Cilla was at the top of a stroke; she 
wasn't really getting much out of it other than the 
excitement of the lewd display she was putting on for her 
friends.

I took a small bite and moved it to my cheek.  No time to 
chew now.  Up again and the banana lost another chunk; 
into the other cheek this time.  Fruit was meant to be 
eaten after all.

"What happens if it breaks off?" I wondered.  "Out with 
the spoons?"

The next time it was in deep I gave it an experimental 
grab with my lips (teeth might have been dangerous) and 
was rewarded on the upstroke when I felt it remain a
little behind when Cilla moved away from my face.

Cilla was taking things slowly at my other end.  As she 
lifted up her hips she moved her whole body forward which 
allowed her to lick the cream up from the head of my 
prick down to my balls, and then back again as she 
descended onto my face yet again.  It did feel nice.

I had to take a chance.  I timed it so that my bite left 
a small stub sticking out of Cilla's pussy.  Long enough 
to grab again but not enough for Cilla to force into my 
mouth unless she ground herself hard against me - and 
that would probably only force the banana deeper inside 
her.

I chewed as fast as I could but it still allowed her 
another five or six long licking strokes along my 
"banana" before I managed to swallow the bulk of hers.  I 
finally managed to empty my cheeks.

I opened wide and caught the stub with my lips.  It came 
out a little more and on the next stroke I used my teeth 
to remove it completely.

This half tasted different.  Instead of the artificial 
cream overpowering the slightly astringent flavour of 
green banana, Cilla's pussy had provided a generous 
coating of a much nicer sauce.  I wonder if pussy-
flavoured ice-cream would sell well?

It was difficult to eat the rest of the banana.  Having 
licked Cilla's juices off of it I wanted nothing more 
than to put it back from whence it came and then to 
repeat the process.

I did slip it up so that Cilla fucked herself with it a
couple of times while I held it between teeth and lips
but it was breaking apart in my mouth and I was forced to
chew on it after all.

Oh well.  If I got rid of it I could drink directly from 
the well instead.

I hurried.

When Cilla felt me actually eating her instead of the 
banana spilt (or should that be slit? - good thing Sonia 
stuck it in that hole; there's another rhyme I didn't 
want to consider) she decided she had had enough dessert 
and was ready for the meat dish even if it reversed the 
normal order of courses.

She got the head of my prick between her lips and turned 
her head slightly so it would slide smoothly into her 
mouth.

Keeping her pussy against my mouth she no longer could 
rock back and forth so she settled down to have her 
tongue do the work, assisted by some skilful raising and 
lowering of the air pressure in her mouth.

As she licked I licked, trying to return the excellent 
sensations she was triggering in my loins.

I had been getting increasingly turned on by their antics 
having gone myself from eating Cilla to Sonia and then 
back to Cilla (via the banana) and wasn't going to last 
long.  I only hoped Cilla wasn't far off herself.

Turns out I was right on both counts.  Cilla's orgasm 
came first and I continued to pay attention to her as she 
increased her efforts.  That did it.  I exploded onto her 
tongue and into her mouth, my back arching a little 
against Cilla's overbearing weight.

She let me out of her mouth and lay there embracing me.

I would have liked to have returned the favour but some 
spiteful bitch had tied me to her bed.  (Sorry love.  I 
know it wasn't spite.)

Sonia had rewarded my efforts with a kiss and Cilla 
climbed off me to do the same.

Her lips touched mine and I opened for her probing 
tongue.  As mine made contact with the invader I found a 
surprise.  Cilla had held her tongue curled up (celery-
wise) around a glob of my cum.  She left it behind as she 
sat up.

"Okay love.  You gave your first blow job, now we need to 
know - do you spit or swallow?"

They laughed at my predicament.

The taste wasn't pleasant after the sweetness of the
cream and wouldn't go away even if I spat it out so I put
on a brave face and made an obvious show of swallowing, 
opening my mouth and poking out my tongue in an "all 
gone" gesture.

Cilla laughed again and bent to give me another quick 
kiss on the lips.

"Can you untie me now please?"

"We had better.  We've probably just got time to clean up 
before Mum gets back."

Cilla undid my feet while Sonia released my hands.  Once 
they were free I grabbed her and pulled her face-down 
over my body.

One sharp slap sounded out.  I had deliberately pulled 
back so it was sound not pain but she still gave a 
surprised yelp.  I rubbed the spot on her ass cheek and 
pulled her over for a kiss which she returned doubled.

"Come on.  Let's get cleaned up.  I'm definitely sticky 
and all I can smell is ice-cream and whipped cream."

I sat up and Sonia looked at her crumpled bed.  It was a 
good thing she had put the towel down.  There was a damp 
patch where melting ice-cream had been dislodged to run 
down my side and a small brown stain where a blob of 
chocolate spread had somehow been dropped.  Sonia and 
Cilla had also both added a creamy mess to the towel 
where it had been pushed up under my now sticky neck.

That towel wasn't going anywhere but the laundry.  It got 
rolled up and Sonia straightened her bed while I followed 
her instructions to locate the dirty laundry basket.

Cilla was getting the shower ready and we joined her from 
two different directions.  It feels decidedly strange 
walking naked around someone else's house - especially if 
they could walk through the door at any time.

This gave us a sense of urgency as we shared the shower - 
again with the emphasis on cleanliness rather than more 
sex play.

There was only one towel left and we shared it which got 
us dry but left it considerably wetter.  I dashed down 
the corridor to drop it in the laundry basket with its 
mate while Sonia put out fresh towels.

Cilla had quickly dressed so she could set things up in 
the lounge while we dressed and gave us each a quick peck 
as she passed us on the way out of the bedroom.

We had definitely taken too long but as I joined Sonia in 
her room I turned her around while she was picking up her 
bra and hugged her to me, I naked and she only clad in 
her knickers.

"Sorry about the slap.  I wasn't upset.  I really enjoyed 
myself though I would have loved to have seen what was 
going on.  Keep the pantyhose though - it might be 
someone else's turn one day."

Sonia beamed at me and I let her get on with her dressing 
while I picked up my clothes.

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"Sonia!  You'll have to be make sure the freezer door is 
shut properly.   This ice-cream is half melted."









