AUTHOR = NemesisGB
E-MAIL = nemesisgb@aol.com
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Part 1. The Flat.
I had been looking for a place to live for several months but the residential lettings market had hit rock bottom and there wasn't much around. Having given up with the agencies I resorted to local ads and word of mouth, which led me to a first floor flat in a very large converted house. It seemed nice enough located in a quiet leafy side road not far from the centre of London, a conservative area with Edwardian houses seemingly very proper and ordinary.
The main door led through to a small hallway with two further interior doors, one to the flat on the ground floor and one on the first. I rang the bell to the flat and a few minutes later was met by a pretty brunette in her mid thirties. She was dressed in jogging pants and a loose sweatshirt with sport socks so it was hard to see what her body was like. She stood some 5'4" and was slim with very dark thick shoulder length, straight hair. Her face was pretty with large brown eyes topped with long eyelashes. Her lips were full and her smile intoxicating.
"Please come on up, I have been expecting you. I assume you are Cameron," she said without a backward glance as she climbed the stairs. "You will have to excuse the mess, it's my turn to tidy around and I have only just got back myself."
She led me into a hallway from which radiated a bathroom, kitchen and living room. The bathroom and kitchen were both quite large and nicely done out but the living room was a surprise. Big. Very big. It seemed to swallow most of the floor space and was furnished with all sorts of stuff -- chairs, tables, bookcases, lounger -- but all centred around a large, deep sofa and several matching chairs, designed to make use of the coffee table and large TV. It was a bit untidy too; things clearly had been taken out and not put back.
As she led me in she introduced herself as Simone and said she would show me around as we talked. It turned out that the flat had three bedrooms and I would be the fourth occupant. There was herself and two other girls in their mid twenties but they shared. She stopped at this point and gazed at me as if judging my response. Probably typical as the image of two girls sharing flashed through my mind.
"It's just that we have had two other flatmates who left after a few weeks. We need to know if you would stay. Kim and Sue are very open about their sexuality and it spills over completely into living here. I was a bit anxious when I came but I've got used to it." She bit her lower lip when she said this which had the effect of giving me a flutter deep in my stomach.
"Um... what do you mean spills over?" I asked.
"Well, they tend to not to worry about whether or not they are clothed, either partially or completely, and if the mood takes them they have a tendency to become... intimate wherever and whenever. You might be watching TV and they just start making out on the sofa. They tend to leave their bedroom door open. As far as they are concerned they live here, this is their home and they should be able to close the front door and live as they are. If anyone chooses to live with them then they must accept that." She stopped, expecting me to comment.
"And what about you?"
"Oh, I'm straight. I was divorced two years ago and moved in here pretty much immediately after. I admit it was disconcerting at first but I have got used to it. Between you and me I find it a bit exciting. I haven't been asked to join them but I have got quite used to the idea of watching them. I don't date anymore, haven't since the divorce, so in a way it helps to give me... some excitement, I suppose."
"And the others?"
"Couldn't handle it. The first was another woman, she lasted three weeks. The second was a man. He thought it was an opportunity to get involved but they weren't having any of it. Kept on and on and on. Eventually we asked him to go. Thing is, we need a fourth to pay the rent. The girls left it to me to pick a candidate. To be honest, I have run three ads and you are the only to call."
"OK. I think I can manage the situation. Can I see the room?"
Now you are probably wondering how I could be so nonchalant after that, but it was one of those moments when afterwards you do wonder how you were so nonchalant. Accepting it seemed the only thing to do. Simone then gave me the tour and laid out the rules. The flat had three bedrooms off the living room, all a good size and the two occupied were in a mess with clothes strewn everywhere. The room essentially reserved for me had a small en-suite bathroom, which I was told I would have to pay a little extra for in the rent.
The daily routines comprised every fourth day each of us would do the chores. Cleaning, tidying up and cooking. Given that I was going to work out of my room it seemed easy for me to fit into. My work was straightforward and involved me translating texts so I would be in the flat a lot.
After a half hour we had agreed that I could move in at the weekend.
Part 2: Moving In
As I returned to my temporary digs to get my things together I thought, in the cold light of day, about Simone's comments. Looking at it from the point of a red-blooded male the situation seemed somewhat utopian. The idea of sharing a flat with at least one lovely looking woman who happened to be single and into men with a hint of Sapphic interest was quite a draw. Add to that a couple of female twenty something's running around in the all-together pleasuring each other and the flat developed a magnetism.
Put it in the realm of reality though and things disintegrate. Firstly, Simone might not be interested in me whatsoever and, secondly, the Pussy Cats, as I had come to think of them, may take on the appearance not of gorgeous, lithe fantasy girls but a couple of old boilers into extreme and bizarre practices. Anyway, aside from the fantasy, who was to say we would get on? Sex or no sex, I had to know that I would get on with them all.
By now I was at my digs, a dingy little bedsit with a battle-axe for a landlady who seemed to have this compunction to berate every man who crossed her path. This in itself made my mind up. Whatever happened it had to be better than this. Aside from anything else, being devoid of a girlfriend my sexual lusts were satisfied by rubbing off over a magazine. Not exactly ideal. At least having women around would give me mental material.
So, now to the moving in. Saturday morning, and I arrive with my stuff in the back of a small van. Simone met me again and gave me a key explaining that the Pussy Cats were away until mid week. Moving my stuff into my room with Simone around was difficult. My previous image had been wrongly grafted onto my mind. What with looking at the flat and being a little wrong footed, I hadn't, it seemed, taken in everything. Simone was gorgeous. No two ways about it. Her complexion was perfect and although white her skin had a slightly darker look to it. It transpired her mother was French. Her body was a dream. Being summer, she was barefoot, which stirs my blood, beautifully smooth and wonderfully shaped small feet topped with legs to take your breath away. Cut-off jeans and a close fitting T-shirt showed her body to be exquisite, medium sized breasts giving a perfect proportion to her frame. The more I looked at her face the more I felt myself wondering...
Anyway, we're not there yet.
Simone helped me bring things up from the car chatting all the time. I learnt more about her. The divorce had been amicable as far as any divorce could be. Unable to have children her husband had eventually gone off with her best friend who it seemed had manipulated him away from her using her fertility as the draw. Some friend. The first year was just spent getting over him. Still in love, she had a hard time and in many ways the Pussy Cats had helped her becoming good friends. The last year she had been much happier and had started her life out again with a new job as an aerobics instructor. She was happy and enjoyed life.
The Pussy Cats were away with their work. They both worked for a travel agent, which involved them getting cheap trips around the world. I also learnt that they were by all accounts nice girls. No heavy attitudes and to the outside world, beyond the front door, they didn't express any stereotype image. They were two regular girls who just happened to enjoy each other's body and their own, a lot.
Information like this served to get me feeling quite heady. By the late afternoon Simone had gone to work leaving me alone so I finished unpacking and straightening my new abode. Once done, I was at a loose end and feeling a little horny. I showered and, once dry, wandered into the rest of the flat. Simone's scent still lingered and was having an effect on me. In moments I was as hard as nails. Swallowing hard and feeling just a little nervous I went into her room. She probably wouldn't be back for a couple of hours but the chance... well it spiced things up a little.
Her room was a mix of romantic European decor, a wide rosewood four-poster bed with rosewood furniture. Soft cotton and lace bed linen with soft dreamy pictures on the wall of women in flowing dresses set in Paris. The room was filled with her scent, indiscernible. Then it dawned on me that it was her natural scent and my stiff cock began to take over my thinking. I lay on her bed taking hold of myself and as I moved her strewn clothes wrapped them around me. It was overwhelming. Mentally drawing her into me I wrapped her panties and stockings around my cock and stroked.
I was lost as my orgasm started to build and without thinking of the consequences I came in spurting spasms into the soft material which hours earlier had held her so close.
Calming, I went back to my room and stashed her underclothes in a drawer. I had to admit, if nothing else happened, this arrangement was going to be far more fun than my previous place. Truth is, at this point, I had no idea what I was in store for.
Part 3: The First Few Days
That evening Simone returned from her aerobic session. I had recovered a little from my escapade on her bed but the sight of her just brought everything back. My throat felt tight, my stomach light and my cock heavy as it does moments before stiffening. Not being entirely sure of my position with her I sat down looking to hide the obvious swelling in my jogging pants. Trying to remain purely conversational as I watched the TV I asked how her day had been.
"Fine. Good classes on a Saturday, everyone seems really keen to take part. Some days you end up with a load of blobs fooling themselves. They think it sounds good to say they go."
She obviously hadn't showered at the gym, not wanting perhaps to hang around at the weekend, and slumped down opposite me in a chair. She had peeled some of her gym gear off wearing only a pair of tight leggings and a sporty crop top. Sitting as she was, her pussy was clearly outlined against the fabric. I was acutely aware that I now had a complete erection only hidden by the way I was sitting. I had only just moved in and Simone was acting as if I had been there for months. Completely at ease. She asked about me and seemed genuinely interested. It struck me that we really did seem to get on well quite naturally.
As the time went by and the conversation picked up and dropped off in a natural cycle, I noticed that see kept looking at me differently. Her expression was... as if she was studying me.
At this point she jumped up and said she was taking a shower. Now the only shower was in my bathroom so it appeared that whilst I paid the extra, all had the use of it. It occurred to me immediately that this was no bad thing. The prospect of at least Simone slipping in and out of my room was attractive.
Anyway, away she went and a little later padded through to her room in a dressing gown. I went into my room as well thinking to read through the latest text I had been sent. I sat on the bed. Lying in the middle was a pair of my underpants, not left there by me. I picked them up and noticed immediately that they were damp. The scent hit me. Simone.
Strong and pungent, heady, it filled my nostrils and wrapped itself around my brain. A flood of thoughts raced through me. Firstly, she had done exactly the same as me but not even attempted to hide it. Then I realised she must have known what I had done. I pulled the bedside drawer out. Empty. Bloody hell, she had taken back her lingerie soaked in my cum! My cock had already started to fill and bulge as the door opened and a smiling Simone walked in, naked, holding the lingerie.
"Aahhh..." was all I could say.
Clearly breathless and with a glazed expression she crawled onto the bed and sat crossed legged opposite me.
"Don't say anything," she said. "The moment I saw you at the door the other day I went wet. It hasn't happened like that for ages. I lied, I had loads of people apply for the flat but I had to have you here." I was dumbstruck. She wanted me above all the others. "And now it seems you feel the same way."
She smiled and I was lost completely. In some incredible way I felt I was falling not just in lust with this woman but in love. In such a short length of time and under, admittedly, unusual circumstances. Not one to tell the grandchildren!
"OK. Let me tell you what I want," she said, clearly nervous and excited. "I don't want you to fuck me yet. I want to know you better first. This has happened all very suddenly. I want to watch you pleasure yourself and I will rub my pussy for you."
I didn't say a word. I quickly shrugged my clothes off and leaned back against the headboard with my legs open, either side of her. She lifted her own legs over mine. When her smooth warm skin touched me I groaned and my cock finally stiffened fully. I started massaging my balls, not wanting to touch my cock immediately. She stared as I worked my fingers about my heavy sack. I could see the effect it had on her. Her nipples were erect and very pronounced, dark buds.
Her fingers went straight to her pussy. She leaned back slightly on her left arm as her right hand started rubbing in a circular motion over her lips. She kept a steady rhythm going as my hand moved to my shaft and started to stroke. Uncapping my cock revealed to her my large swollen head already glistening with pre-cum. The whole situation aroused me quickly but I kept stroking for her. I wanted to hold back. It dawned on me that the same urgency had hit her. Her scent filled me as her fingers pushed inside and she didn't once stop smiling.
"Shit, I can feel myself cumming," she cried.
She shuffled forward closer to me, lifted her fingers and pushed them into my mouth. The juices on her fingers tasted like nectar. My mind swirled as she shifted position bringing her body in close contact. I desperately wanted her to lower her saturated cunt onto me and I almost threw myself forward to take her. Then she dropped her hand; I thought to find her pussy again. I jumped as her hand joined my. She fisted her hand around my exposed cock head, squeezing. She rotated her fingers around the pulsing bulb, her thumb mercilessly massaging right on the sensitive skin underneath.
I was reaching boiling point as I let go of myself and replaced her fingers with mine on her pussy. She was incredibly wet and as I touched her hard clitty she jumped and squealed. My fingers slipped inside her and out, massaging her whole fleshy area then settled into a steady rhythm, my middle finger circled her bud, my other fingers sliding up and down her lips.
I couldn't hold any longer, the pressure in my cock bursting up and out through her fingers, oozing hot cum, erupting into her hand. My climax triggered hers. She whimpered and moved closer still as her body convulsed and stiffened, her legs gripped me hard, her pussy pulsed and the lips seemed to purse and suck as if searching out a cock to drain.
I looked into her wide open eyes, deep pools of dark brown liquid honey. Her mouth hung open as she shuddered, I could feel the breath of tiny gasps on my lips. We kissed for the first time. A passive kiss, lips and tongues pressed together as the last of our orgasms subsided.
For a while we just stayed like that, still. My hand cupped her pussy; her fingers still clasped my cock, pressed against each other. As our heads cleared we parted slightly, but only a little not wanting to lose whatever it was that we had found. Her smile returned and her eyes said everything. I was aware of her still hard nipples against me. She released me and massaged my cum into her lovely flat belly. We relaxed and naturally slipped further down the bed holding each other. I hadn't even entered her yet I felt that we had consumed each other.
"Well. What now?" I said.
She sighed. "I have not felt anything like that for two and a half years. What now? You stay in this flat and we will do everything together. Everything."
Part 4: The Pub Garden
Making love with Simone and not actually entering her had had an incredible affect on me. We had dozed for a while and on waking, had each showered separately. Not at all embarrassed with each other but each of us respecting our thoughts, given the speed with which this had happened. Not so much the physical, at least for me, but the emotional. Falling in love had not been part of my mental picture but now I felt very strange. The fact that Simone had expressed her developing feelings so early on only added to the bewitching headiness of it all.
It didn't frighten me; in fact it made the whole situation more intoxicating. That evening we watched TV and ate a light meal. We sat close to one another, legs and arms entwined, and gently caressed each other finding the sensitive areas that aroused each of us. Nothing else happened but we kissed before going to our separate bedrooms. I came close to abandoning this self-imposed, unspoken restraint when her soft, moist mouth closed over mine. Her tongue lightly traced the outline of my lips, then slowly slipped inside my mouth.
I was struck by the vaguely symbolic image of her penetrating me. As if our roles had been reversed. We lay on the sofa, stretched out with Simone laying half on top of me. She had been wearing soft pajamas all evening so I could feel her body heat. My shorts and T-shirt did nothing to hide my hard cock, which she had studiously ignored, the tension almost excruciating. Her soft foot gently slid up and down my leg as I wrapped my arms around her tightly. I slipped my fingers into her hair and kissed her back, this time deeply, urging our tongues to meet and merge as one writhing sensual entity. We kept this up for a while and gently allowed it to slow down. Parting, we went to our beds and agreed not to seek any self-satisfaction. I realised then that this relationship, whether it lasted or not, was going to be intense and inventive with a sexual perspective normally only dreamed about.
The following day, Sunday, we did the things new lovers tend to do when not shagging themselves stupid. We walked, talked, went for lunch at a pub, held hands and generally relaxed in each other's company. This served to only build a sexual tension between us. In the pub, Simone slipped to the ladies room and returned to hand me, under the table, her panties and bra.
Now she sat before me wearing only a thin cotton summer dress. She then led me out to the garden where we found a quiet corner away from prying eyes. Simone seated herself with her back to the garden that was visible, slipped off her sandals placing her bare feet on my thighs and unbuttoned the dress. I could hardly swallow as her body came into full view.
I gazed at her exquisite form, her breasts wonderfully firm with dark stiff nipples, her flat tummy leading the eye to a fairly thick dark bush, trimmed but still left at its basic natural shape and length. Her pussy lips were already parted and moist, her scent quickly lifting to my nose. She was still aroused from the night before as she ran her palm over her breasts and, with the fingers splayed, across her tummy and into her bush. She finger combed herself allowing only the barest of fingertips to touch her skin. Her back arched as she sighed louder than she expected.
At this moment a single girl in her early twenties came and sat on the grass some 20 feet away. All the other benches had been taken. She had a single drink with her and looked as though she was awaiting her partner.
Simone saw her just as the woman noticed the dark haired beauty sitting opposite me, legs spread and virtually naked. Our new audience had a complete unrestricted view of Simone as her fingers sank into her pussy and her hand began an urgent massaging. Simone was so close anyway, but the added benefit of the girl also watching tipped the scales.
It occurred to me that her domestic arrangements had awakened voyeuristic desires; perhaps this blatant exhibition was just the flip side. Simone and I locked our eyes together as she orgasmed. Her body stiffened, her toes curled and she shuddered, letting out those tiny little breaths, which I would come to adore.
She stayed at her height for ages, jolting and gasping as her fingers relentlessly rubbed her pussy and clitty. Again I noticed that when she came her pussy lips pursed as if sucking at the air, a little mouth, searching for the absent cock.
Simone passed her climax and started to come down. I leaned into her and kissed her hard as her hands went to my fly. My cock was as hard as nails and sprang out for the two women to see. Simone moaned with me as her delicate hands took hold of my shaft and started to stroke hard and fast. I was bursting and it was only moments before my balls tightened and the rhythmic pumping spurted my cum onto Simone's thighs. She drew all my sperm out with her squeezing fingers and then tucked me back in. Not bothering to clean herself she redid her dress and we made to leave.
The girl who I dimly remember gasping just as I came was still sitting on the grass but frozen in position. Her eyes were glazed and her mouth slightly open. As we left we both heard her say a "thank you" and then noticed the look on her face as her boyfriend arrived. He looked at her quizzically as she led him slightly out of sight, just where we had been.
We walked back to the flat delirious. I wanted her now worse than ever and wondered what would happen when the Pussy Cats returned. My original fantasy thoughts of threesomes and foursomes may or may not come about, but it seemed certain that whilst I was going to be able to watch the Pussy Cats make love, Simone and I were also going to be demonstrating our uninhibited passion for each other.
Part 5: The Play
That night we decided to go out as if on a formal date. One of those going out situations where you make all the traditional efforts. I slipped out and bought flowers, hiding them on my return. I took my time showering, shaving and basically grooming and decided on a smart designer suit. I had made the choice of fashionable restaurant close to the West End and then to find a decent show or play with available tickets.
Once prepared, I gave it a few minutes past the hour and proceeded to knock at her bedroom door, flowers in hand. Up to now I had only actually seen Simone dressed in sports gear and a summer dress and -- nothing. When she opened the door I was speechless. She had chosen a classic little black dress, a simple cut showing off her gorgeous legs encased in black stockings and ending in black suede two-inch court shoes. Her arms were bare and the dress seemed to be making love to her itself. Then she turned. The back plunged low. Very low, resting in the small of her back. No bra. I had to do it. I slipped my hands under the fabric and held her breasts. She breathed in deeply; her head fell back to rest on me and her nipples stiffened. And on a first date!! I wanted to ask about panties but thought I would leave it; not knowing seemed more exciting.
The evening was wonderful with Simone acting sexy at every turn. In the restaurant her stockinged toes massaged my cock under the table, her eyes constantly flashing erotic thoughts to me. The theatre proved a great idea. A cancellation had released a box, high up so that the audience was unable to see us. Trying to watch the play was difficult as a little wine had lifted Simone's sensuality and she seemed to be constantly moving next to me. It was a while before I realised why.
The darkness had hidden her and she had pushed her chair back opening her legs. Lifting the hem to her waist she was slowly running her fingers around her wet slit -- no panties. A pair of lacy French knickers lay on the floor by her ankles. The stockings were my favourite, soft black nylon toped with lacy hold ups. I forgot the play. I turned my chair to watch her. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open as she breathed slowly and deeply. Her fingers were building in their urgency as they slid inside her, out again and around her entire fleshy area. She seemed to be enjoying the fact that I had been initially unaware of her pleasure.
Her eyes opened and she gave me that smile.
I wanted to taste her like nothing else. My cock was in pain as it tried to escape its confines so I loosened my trousers, sliding them off along with everything else. Me stripping clearly excited her. She stopped to watch as I stroked my hard cock, entirely naked in the theatre whilst several hundred people below watched the play. Kneeling in front of her, her face told me everything. I ran my hands over her ankles and slipped her shoes off. Her feet felt beautiful as I guided them to my cock and balls. She knew. As her toes and soles worked wonders on my throbbing shaft, I started kissing and licking her nylon covered knees and thighs. Before long I reached her bare skin and concentrated on the area inside, inches from her pussy. Her scent was intoxicating and her wetness was already running down her thighs.
Simone got wet, very wet, which I found very erotic. I spent ages softly kissing her inner thighs running my hands over her legs. Her feet continued to rub my cock and as I felt their pressure increase I inched forward and ran my tongue the length of her pussy. Starting close to her arse, I licked along her opening slit and rose to her clit. I circled around her throbbing hard nub, avoiding direct contact. I copied this again and again as her breathing became deeper.
Then I opened my mouth and sucked her pussy lips, thrusting my tongue into her; her juices ran freely and her hips bucked forward as her hand pressed the back of my head. She was becoming more insistent and I was aware that she was lifting her dress off. By now my cock was bursting; she had managed to maintain her foot ministrations and I was getting close to spurting.
She was now quietly whimpering so I shifted and sucked on her clitty, pushing two fingers into her tight pussy. As I finger-fucked her and sucked and licked she suddenly lurched forward as the door to the corridor opened and a young woman entered. She carried a tray with interval drinks on it, ones we had ordered and forgotten about. I now lay on my back with my legs open, Simone half straddling my chest but having turned as she fell so she looked directly at the girl. My cock stood upright unable to wilt as the wide-eyed blonde stood there open-mouthed.
Simone had the look of a predator about her as she grabbed my shaft and started pumping, all the while eye-to-eye with the girl. She seemed about 18, pretty with a slim nicely shaped body, huge tits and hair up in a bun.
In a husky voice Simone said, "Put the tray down and lock the door."
The girl immediately did as she was bid and knelt down before us. The house lights had come on and although we were still out of sight they totally lit up the box. At Simone's instruction the girl opened her blouse and released her front held bra, letting a pair of huge tits bounce forward. Again under instruction, she peeled her pantyhose and knickers off and dropped her short skirt.
Simone placed one hand behind the girl's head with the other still grasping and stroking my cock. They smiled at each other as the blonde's head came down, open-mouthed, and swallowed my swollen cock. Unable to speak, I found Simone's pussy with one hand and struggled to find the blonde's with the other. I did and as my fingers entered her already sopping cunny she sucked harder on my cock head, her tongue swirling around with her cheeks squeezing me tight. I had no chance. I felt the familiar building of pressure, though this time with immense power.
My balls tightened and as I tried to warn the girl Simone moved her leg and pushed her stocking toes into my mouth. At this I convulsed and exploded, hot jism spurted along my shaft erupting into the blonde's mouth. She didn't flinch but sucked even harder, her fingers digging into my thigh. I carried on spurting longer than ever before filling her soft and yet hard mouth with my cream. I fell back exhausted.
A soft plop seemed to echo in the theatre as she released my cock and Simone then embarked on her first lesbian kiss, not with the Pussy Cats as I had thought may have become the case but with a complete stranger who had just sucked off her new lover. It was a hard, deep, raw kiss with hands frantically searching for pussies. I was stunned when they just fell into a 69, burying their faces into each other's saturated quims. Each clasped the other's arse cheeks and in a remarkably short time, virtually seconds, both came, their bodies stiffening against each other.
After her orgasm the blonde sat up, her hair was down and her face covered in pussy juice, legs open. I had used her pantyhose to wipe my cock so leaving them she hastily dressed and left without saying a word.
Simone lay on her back, glaze-eyed and smiling. I lay next to her and kissed her, tasting the other girl's juices.
"I have wondered for ages... what it would be like," she said. "I love it, I love it, I love it. Are you OK with this?"
"OK with it? Are you serious? I can't believe how lucky I am. I take it the Pussy Cats are now a target."
"Hhhmmm. Hope so!"
Talking like this had stiffened my cock again and Simone clearly was still in arousal. I moved over her as her hands felt for me, softly stroking me. She lifted her thighs up to grip me under the arms and used my cock head to slide up and down her wet slit. I stayed in that position for ages, loving the feeling of her lips on my bell end and the hard nub of her clitty sliding across it. I eased forward and entered her, pressing myself into her body. Her hands came away and she wrapped her arms around my back as I slowly, but with one fluid movement, thrust my entire cock into her. She moaned as my balls nestled against her arse and tears flowed from her eyes. Yet she was smiling as usual, that smile that melted me.
"It has been so long since I felt a hard cock in me. So long since I wanted to feel this way."
I kissed her tears away, drinking the salty liquid, and very slowly drew my cock out, right to the tip where I then re-entered her. I started to fuck her, not hard but gently. I sensed she wanted it like this. I had cum once and this gave me the reserve to hold on. I don't know how long we were making love in that box but I lasted a long time. She came again, her pussy gripping me and then I sensed a milking sensation, as if millions of tiny hands were drawing my juices from me.
The sensation was indescribable. So tight, her pussy muscles seemed to have a life all of their own. I lost myself and came for the second time during that play; her pussy had found what it had been searching for. I welled up and spurted deep inside her, our orgasms coming simultaneously.
Part 6: Introductions
What can I say? I had found myself in a new relationship that was verging on the blissful. After the play we had gone home and fallen into her bed dropping into sleep quickly. I awoke in the morning to find her naked body curled around me. She was still asleep and my cock had its customary morning erection. I immediate started rubbing myself. There was a thrill in gently masturbating whilst Simone slept, her gorgeous form moulded to me.
Her right thigh rested between my legs, allowing my cock to slide over her smooth skin. In my position I could gaze at her exquisite form, from her lovely feet to her soft hair. I felt myself building to climax and just let it happen. My cock and balls tightened and I spurted white jism in a long slow graceful arc onto her side. It ran in a rivulet down her belly pooling where our bodies pressed together. She stirred, moving even tighter into me as she slowly woke up.
"You randy sod," she said smiling, "last night not enough for?"
"Never enough," I replied. "Never!"
She shifted her position and took my softening cock into her mouth, licking around the head, cleaning up my juice. She kept this up as I shrank and continued to suck me, though it had become more of a suckle as I was now flaccid. I love that feeling. I love my cock when soft being sucked. She sucked hard and pulled her head away, lips tight together giving me that wonderful drawn stretched sensation. It was enough and I started to swell again, filling her mouth with my hardening cock. She raised me completely and kept sucking hard as if she was in a race to make me cum. I got close when, laughing, she let me go and jumped up.
"That's your lot. I want you really randy and raring to go for later," she giggled as she headed for the shower.
I lay in her bed breathing hard and felt the deep sense of excitement and anticipation that kicks in when you know that later she will be impaled on your cock. She returned from the shower and dressed in her gym clothes, grabbed her bag and keys and leant over to kiss me, at the last moment dipping her head and swallowing my cock whole, slowly drawing her mouth up, her tongue lashing me, releasing me with a loud pop.
"Hhhhhhmmmmm," is all she said as she headed out.
What the hell was I to do? Completely wound up, hard as nails and feeling achingly horny. I decided to shower and dress. My stiff cock would not go down and I was reluctant to touch myself, enjoying the tension. After some breakfast I tried to do some work but all I could see, think about and smell was Simone. I decided to explore the Pussy Cats' bedroom. They weren't going to be back until the next day so I felt safe. Their room was delicate.
Pastel colours with a large bed made up with white linen. It was a large room and had plenty of wardrobe and chests. Without thinking I started to... browse. They had a huge lingerie collection, stacks of clothes and shoes and in several drawers an array of sex toys, magazines and videos. Then I saw their photographs. Quite clear I was stunned, both were gorgeous. One seemed to be tallish, slim with creamy skin, red hair and bright blue eyes, the other shorter with jet black, long oriental style hair. Both were extremely pretty and it occurred to me that watching these two fuck each other was going to be awesome.
All this only served to remind me of my aching cock. So I decided not to wait. I flicked on the TV skipping channels until I came to a "get fit" programme with a dozen women in leotards bouncing around to music. Stripping, I started to rub my shaft in time with the music and their gyrating bodies. After a while I was lost in my own little world, not hearing the door open. Still oblivious to any company I strummed away. Then it happened. Clearly indicating to any observer that I was close to cumming with my panting, they stepped into view. The Pussy Cats.
Wilted is an understatement. My cock immediately shrank. There I was stark naked, wanking away at, let's face it, pretty lame visual material, when up pop two women who for all I really knew hated even the sight of cock. I couldn't say anything.
"Hi," said the redhead, "you must be our new flatmate. Hey, don't mind us, carry on, please enjoy."
I let go of myself as the shorter one held out her hand and said, "I'm Julie. This is Kim. Assuming Simmy filled you in you know the score with us. Kim meant it, if you want to carry on wanking, it's fine by both of us -- promise."
Feeling awkward but strangely aroused, my cock, all of its own accord, sprang back up. Given the circumstances, carrying on seemed the only thing to do. I thought they would disappear, which Julie did but Kim sat down and started chatting, alternating her gaze between my face, my cock and Julie who I couldn't see. She explained that they had cut their trip short because the resort was crap. Then Julie came back and slipped a video in the machine.
At this they both stood up and wandered into their bedroom with their bags. The video kicked in and I was treated to two lovely blondes in a 69 going hell for leather towards their orgasms.
"A bit better, don't you think?" said Julie as she wandered back into the room.
She had taken her clothes off and sat down opposite me wearing only her panties and bra. Her body was wonderful with a deep tan. She lifted one leg up leaning her chin on her knee, which lewdly caused her pussy to eat the thin fabric. I came. Not sure whether or not to be embarrassed or thrilled I came in massive spurts, dumping my white stream on the coffee table.
All the while the Pussy Cats continued chatting away as if everything was normal. Of course to them everything was normal. I got a cloth to clean the table only to return to see the two of them lying on the sofa, kissing and becoming more and more urgent with their caresses.
I watched for a bit and then slunk off into my room. I wanted to watch a lot but really wanted Simone there as well, simply because I knew I couldn't touch and once hard again I would need more than just my own hand.
I did get some work done but only after they had both completed their cries of orgasm and gone out shopping.
When Simone got home I confessed all, glad to be getting it in before they did. She couldn't have taken it better. It wasn't long before they got back and the evening loomed. To begin with we acted quite normally, making coffee with Simone putting a light supper together. Then they disappeared for a while, all three.
When they came back I was taken into the living room and sat down.
"OK," Simone said, "we have a proposition for you. I didn't just lie about you being the only applicant. Truth is Kim and Julie wanted a man as well. Julie is 23 and still a virgin, at least in the sense of actually shagging a man, and although Kim had a boyfriend some years ago she is approaching 30 and wants to have a bit of cock as well. I was to choose primarily for myself and then the girls would decide if you were right for them also. If you weren't it didn't matter if I wanted to keep you. You pass, they want you. You up for it? It means looking after all of us."
THE END (not yet) go to Part 2
