Tanya and I were strolling, hand in hand, down the supermarket aisle. With my free hand I pushed the trolley and with hers she occasionally dumped things into it as we passed the shelves. It was a blazing hot summer’s day and we were dressed to suit it. I had on only a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. Short shorts, because Tanya hated those long things that come to your knees or lower that are all the fashion now. She wouldn’t let me wear them. That was fine because I didn’t like them either. After all, if you’re trying to catch the sun, or get a tan, what’s the point of covering up half of yourself ? So short shorts and nothing else under them. She liked it that way and so did I.

Tanya was wearing one of my shirts. You know the type - short sleeves but with a tail at the back to tuck into your trousers. Except Tanya wasn’t wearing any trousers. She knew that I adored her dressing in one of my shirts. I found it immensely sexy and erotic to see her bare legs, beautiful legs at that, appearing from under the shirt. It hinted at what remained hidden, something I was intimately acquainted with, but nevertheless, the hint was always there. She wasn’t wearing a bra either, but that didn’t matter because Tanya has the most gorgeous, small, round, firm breasts that stand up on their own without the need for support. Her nipples are large and round and brown and pointed, and right now they were clearly visible beneath the shirt, straining against the confines of the material and offering themselves to whoever may wish to lick, suck, kiss or rub them. Me. Evidently they wanted to break free of the shirt and take a peek at the outside world.

The only concession that Tanya, reluctantly, made to society on this occasion was that she wore pants under the shirt. Not often, I hasten to add. Normally, when wearing one of my shirts for me, she wore nothing under it. If we were at home, out in a park, or someplace where there weren’t many people she wouldn’t wear any. This invariably led to us enjoying some sex somewhere, right up to orgasms for us both. We usually managed to find a place where we could pleasure each other and bring each other to climax, no matter where we were.

But even Tanya had to admit, it’s a bit difficult in a supermarket.

So, pants under the shirt, and if Tanya had to collect an item for our trolley from a low shelf, if there were other shoppers around she crouched daintily and demurely and retrieved it. If the aisle was empty she made a point of bending right over in front of me to show me her pants, the tops of her soft thighs, and the thin line of material that, just, covered her cunt, which was a bit irrelevant as the pants were see-through. She wiggled her ass at me too, when she could. She knew that I enjoyed looking at her body, any part of it, at any time, and she enjoyed reminding me and offering me views at every opportunity.

So we proceeded down the aisle, hand in hand and loving every minute of each other’s company. We had known each other for six months, and our sex life was unbelievable **. She adored me and I adored her. She was quite small, beautiful with a gorgeous figure, long flowing dark tresses of hair, her body was soft and warm and there whenever I wanted it (as mine was for her) and when I was close to her or touching her luscious little body I always had difficulty tearing myself away from it.

She took our sex to levels and heights that most men could only ever dream of. She was clever, quick, intelligent and her eyes sparkled frequently. She was impish and devilish and made every day and every little mundane item in life seem interesting. I blessed the day I met her.

“Davey,” she said, chucking something into the trolley, “how do you feel about a threesome?”

“Which way?” I asked immediately.

She looked at me. “Either way. A man or a girl.”

I remained quiet for several moments.

“You don’t like the idea, do you?” she observed.

“It upsets you to think of another man fucking me.”

That’s another thing I adore about her. More often than not she has the uncanny knack of knowing exactly what I’m thinking or what I’m going to say.

“Yes,” I agreed. “It does upset me. But it worries me more. You have to be careful. What happens if we have a few drinks first and he gets a bit drunk or aggressive? What happens if he’s bigger or stronger than me, loses control and either injures me or incapacitates me in some way and then just attacks you?”
I said this because I knew Tanya’s body intimately and I knew that any red blooded man seeing her as I do, lying on a bed half clothed or naked would not want to just have a blowjob from her or be wanked by her. He would want to fuck her, again and again. No, I didn’t like that idea.

** See “Tanya”.

Tanya looked alarmed at my words.

“Oh. I hadn’t thought of that,” she said. “You’re right.”

“And anyway, “ I went on, “how do I know that you might not come to enjoy his er—ministrations better than mine?”

“No Davey!” she cried very fiercely, and dropped a packet into the trolley, ran to me and clasped her arms round me, burying her face and her long

hair against my chest. She hugged me very tightly.

“No!” she said again, her voice partly muffled. “Don’t you ever, ever, think that or say that again, Davey!

You’re mine! I love you! I love you like crazy and I don’t want another man in my mouth or my cunt or even my hand.

I adore you and only you, you great stupid lump and don’t ever, ever think I want any other man and don’t ever, ever say that again!”
Her body shook against my chest and I realized that she was actually sobbing. I stroked her hair and her back.

“I won’t, I won’t,” I promised softly. “I adore you too, you know that and I didn’t mean to upset you.

I love that you love me, and I love loving you. And that’s what I’m going to do when we get home.”

“What are you going to do?” she asked in her small, muffled voice.

She had stopped her sobs but stayed tight against my chest, hugging me for all she was worth.

I could feel those beautiful nipples, well, one of them, pressing into my T-shirt and just begging to have some attention.

“I’m going to throw you on the bed,” I began softly. “I’m going to lick and kiss your legs, starting at your feet and working my way up to your knees. I’m going to undo two buttons of that shirt and then I’m going to lick and suck and kiss your beautiful breasts and nipples until they are so hard they hurt.”

And they almost did hurt, because I could feel that luscious point growing harder and pressing even more against my chest.

“And then I shall go back to your lovely legs,” I went on, “and start where I left off, at your knees, licking and kissing your thighs, first one and then the other, getting higher and higher, going under the shirt so I can reach the very tops of your soft, warm, fragrant thighs, tasting your delicious skin and feeling the warmth---“

I broke off as I realized that Tanya’s knees were trembling against me.

“ – the warmth coming from between your legs as my tongue licks higher and higher, finding the edge of your pants and licking round them into your groin, and then across the material to the other side, just allowing my tongue to briefly brush across your cunt inside your pants –“
By now Tanya’s whole body was trembling but she still gripped me tightly and still kept her face buried against my chest.

“And then what?” whispered her muffled voice.

“Then I shall gently pull aside your pants and allow my tongue to brush against your cunt lips again. I shall taste your skin, your heat, your juice as you become wet and it runs out from you and onto my tongue. I shall just probe gently between your lips and find more heat and more juice. I shall drink deeply of it because it is my Tanya’s juice and I love to drink her nectar whenever I can.”

Tanya was now quivering in my arms and her legs were shaking. She squeezed me hard, which I took as a silent sign to continue.

“And then and only then, as I am tasting and drinking your warm heavenly nectar from deep inside your cunt, will my tongue find your button, that tiny place that is the root of all your ecstasy, that magical place that will start a feeling deep within you, and as I lick at your clit and flick my tongue over it, back and forth, your juice will flood out from you into my mouth, the feeling inside you will grow and grow and grow until it explodes out at the height of your ecstasy and you cum and cum and cum.”

As I spoke Tanya suddenly sagged against me, her knees and legs giving way so that I actually had to hold her up. She was breathing very fast and

heavily, making a damp patch on my T-shirt and her body and legs quivered and shook against me for several moments. Tanya had cum.

Maybe a supermarket isn’t so difficult after all.

“She orlright, mate?” came a voice.

I looked round and saw an old man watching us.

“Just a bit weak at the knees,” I said. “It happens sometimes. It’ll pass.”

The old man harrumphed and moved away.

Gradually Tanya quieted down and regained her own feet.

She broke away from me and used a hanky to wipe her eyes.

“You – you – you!” she stuttered. Words seemed to fail her, very unusual for her.

I reached for her and hugged her gently.

“You absolute fucking bastard!” she murmured. “I don’t believe it! You – you – you actually made me cum by your words alone. In the middle of a shop! I just pictured it all as you spoke and you made me cum! You didn’t even fuck me! You just described how you licked my cunt and I came! You wonderful, gorgeous, sexy adorable bastard!”

(Couldn’t help a slight smirk at this. Well, wouldn’t you?)

Tanya looked round at the aisle.

“You’ve made me cum into my pants,” she said. “Oh, God, it’s running down my leg.” She gave a sort of wiggle as she rubbed her thighs together.

“Oh, good,” I said. “Then I can lick it off when we get home.”

“Don’t start again!” Tanya said. “Don’t! But yes, I want you to lick it off like you often do. Shut up Tanya!” she added to herself. “Come on, my sweet Davey. We still have shopping to do.”

We moved on, filling the trolley slowly and leisurely.

“I do love the feel of my cum in my pants, “ she said at one point. “All that lovely warm juice. Wish it was yours though.”

“It will be,” I promised.

And after a while she said, without looking at me, “What about a girl, then?”

I stopped and stared at her.

“But then you’re going to have the same worries too. Aren’t you? And you’d be happy with another girl? I mean, you wouldn’t mind having sex with another girl? Or me having sex with another girl?”

Tanya slowly shook her head thoughtfully.

“Actually, my lovely adorable Davey, I don’t think I would have those worries. Not if we planned it properly. I don’t think a girl could do anything to put me out of action like a man could to you. So, no, I don’t think I’m worried about that. And I have no problem about another girl. I’ve never done it before, but I don’t have a problem with it, and as I know you would love to have two girls in bed and it would give you great pleasure, then it would give me great pleasure too.”

She’s a girl in ten million, is my Tanya.

I pulled her to me and looked straight into her eyes.

“You’re wonderful,” I said, “and I adore you and love you, very, very much.”
She smiled and her eyes melted with the light of her own love in them as she looked at me.

“I know it,” she said, “And you know I do too.”
“And what,” I asked her with a twinkle in my eye, “about the possibility of me ending up preferring her cunt to yours?”

“It won’t happen,” she answered decisively. “And I’ll tell you why. You won’t put your cock anywhere near her cunt. She can wank you, suck you, give you a blowjob, you can even fuck her ass, but if I see your cock within an inch of her cunt, I’ll throw her out into the street just as she is, even if she’s bollock naked. And I’ll deal with you afterwards,” she added darkly.

“Yes sir!!” I grinned, and she grinned too because I knew she meant every word but she wanted to please me without any risks to either of us and that was fine by me and I adored her for it and loved her and I thought hell, she’d probably try to cut the bloody thing off if I didn’t keep my word.

“Agreed?” she asked.

“Yes, my sweet Tanya. If you’re sure you’re happy with the idea, then let’s do it. But I have to say I think you’ll find it very difficult to find someone who’ll agree to this plan. Most women want to be fucked and if I don’t ---aaaahhh! I see.”

Light had suddenly dawned.

“That’s right,” Tanya grinned again. “I will. With my strap-on while you fuck her ass. Or her mouth. Whichever you want.”

I nodded.

“And you really think you’re going to find a girl who’ll agree to all this?” I wanted to ask about the other wet and dirty pleasures that Tanya and I so often enjoy together but I thought I’d wait a bit for that.

“And as for the other things we do together, Tanya went on, (see what I mean? Wonderful girl!) “I agree it won’t be easy but I’m going to try. Leave it to me.”

* * * * * * * * * * * *



The next few weeks passed enjoyably, with Tanya and I delighting in all the many and varied things that made up our sex together. In the hot weather we ended up sweaty, wet, and not only from the sweat, dirty, as we both enjoyed that too, and the bond and rapport between us grew and grew each passing day, as did our love and respect for each other. Both of us knew that neither would ever do anything to hurt the other, and that made our relationship something very, very special and very strong. It also made our sex incredibly passionate and our orgasms, whether together or separately, were always huge and often exhausting.

A girl in ten million.

Sometimes during those weeks Tanya would make or receive phone calls on her mobile, and this often meant that she would disappear into the bedroom and shut the door. She always spoke very quietly so that I couldn’t hear a word of the conversation. Once or twice I opened the door to enter the room and she always yelled at me to go away. Another man might have suspected that Tanya had a bit on the side, but I trusted her implicitly and knew that no such thing was happening. She never spoke about the conversations and shook her head if I asked, so I gave that up. Occasionally the aftermath of these phone conversations meant that she looked very glum but even if she did, it never prevented her from doing what she knew I liked in bed, or enjoying my own ways of giving her as much pleasure as she could physically take.

And then, one day, she came out of the bedroom, snapped her phone shut and looked at me, her eyes gleaming and sparkling in that way that always made me want to take her in my arms, kiss her and then take her to bed and spend hours making her groan and cry with pleasure.

“It’s fixed!” she exclaimed.

Just for a brief moment I had to catch up with her, and then I said “Ah! It is?”

“It is!” she said. “I found a girl who agrees with everything we talked about before.”

“She does?”

“She does,” Tanya nodded. “Including the fact that your cock is not allowed near her cunt.”

“She does?”

“She does. And she is happy about our other pleasures. The wet and dirty ones.”

“She is?”

Tanya threw a cushion at me.

“Lump! Yes, everything.”

I wasn’t sure what to say, except for the obvious.

“When?”

“A week next Friday. For the weekend.”

“Oh.”

“Is that okay for you?” Tanya came to me looking concerned. “I can always make another day ---“

“No, no,” I hastened to reassure her. “I was just really surprised that you actually found someone. A week next Friday is absolutely fine.”

Tanya gazed up at me. “It’s fine by me, too,” she whispered.

That night as we were preparing for bed and I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth Tanya came out of the bedroom wearing a cotton top and long cotton pajama trousers. I had never, ever seen her in such a get-up.

“What the hell is that?” I demanded. I looked her up and down. “Are you cold?”

As the temperature outside at night was still in the middle twenties, this was a ridiculous suggestion but it was the only thing I could think of.
Tanya came to me, cupped my face in between her hands and stared deep into my eyes.

“No, my sweet and lovely Davey. Of course not. I want to make a rule.”

Now Tanya and I have a complete understanding of each other. Neither of us ever dictates to the other. We might demand a special something jokingly, in fun, or during sex, that we want at that particular moment but in our everyday lives we always discussed things and agreed together, compromising if necessary. So Tanya’s request for a rule meant that this was a serious matter that needed my agreement or her compromise.

“Okay, my sweet. What is this rule you want?”

“No sex until she arrives,” said Tanya without hesitation.

“WHAT!” I cried and stepped back to look at her.

Never, never, has Tanya ever prevented me from having sex, at any time at home and often elsewhere. She has never had a headache or any other ailment that meant no sex and even that time each month which most people avoid wasn’t completely off-limits to us.

So this was a real shock and it showed on my face.

“I’m so sorry, Davey baby,” murmured Tanya miserably. “I really am sorry. I know it’s a shock but I really want this.”

“But why?” I protested. “Ten days or more without being able to give you pleasure, lick you, fuck you –“

“Stop it!” she cried, looking even more miserable. “Stop it please! You think I don’t want it? Want you? You think I don’t want to give you pleasure all the time like I do? Share pleasure with you like we always do? You think I’ve gone off you or your sex? No! It’s nothing like that.”

She cupped my face again and her eyes glistened with tears.

“Don’t be mad, my sweet Davey baby. Please?”

Of course my heart immediately melted. Yours would too.

“Okay, okay,” I reassured her. “I’m not mad. Of course I’m not mad with you. But please explain what’s behind this.”

“It’s simple,” she said softly. “I’ve thought about it quite a lot. I want us both to wait so that when she arrives and we start to enjoy the weekend, we’re both so full of sex that we’re bursting, and we’ll want it so much it should make our orgasms even better than they usually are.”

She paused and searched my eyes with hers.

“Do you understand me, Davey baby?”

As my heart had already melted into that goo that Tanya can soften it into on occasion, I was already lost to her request.

“I understand,” I murmured into her ear as I held her tightly against me. I could only just feel her breasts through that bloody material. But then, that was the idea.

“It was just that the thought of not being able to enjoy you, touch you, caress you, pleasure you, see and hear you explode with your orgasm in front of me was a huge shock. A nasty shock too.”

“I feel the same,” Tanya said, wiping her eyes with her fingers. “I’m going to miss your touches, your kisses on me, your tongue and most of all your beautiful cock, but please agree my sweet Davey. I’m sure we’ll both be pleased later that we did this.”

I cuddled her and stroked her hair.

“Of course I agree,” I said. “I don’t like it, of course, but I understand and I think you’re probably right, so I agree. You have your rule.”

“Thank you my sweet,” she said. “I thought about one last session before……but then I thought that would make it more difficult, so I’ve started it tonight.”

“So I see.”

She paused. “And Davey, one more thing, please.”

I raised an eyebrow, not completely happy that she was adding to the rule.

“No wanking yourself on the quiet, please Davey. No matter how much you want to.”

I sighed.

“I hadn’t thought about that, but I agree to that too.”

“I love you,” she murmured. “Let’s go to bed. To sleep.”

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Of course, the days, and the nights, passed incredibly slowly, as they always do when you’re waiting for something special and nice to happen, made worse because of Tanya’s rule. Oh, we kissed (without tongues) and cuddled and put our arms round each other, but more than that was strictly taboo. Sitting beside me while watching TV, she would put her arm round the back of my neck and play with my ear, or stroke me, but never touched my legs, thighs or crutch. Either of us could arouse the other in any number of ways and usually did so whenever and as often as we could. But now there was none of this. Tanya wore demure clothes, shorts so that I couldn’t see the tops of her thighs or her cunt, leggings that refused to hint at what lay beneath, and tops that restrained her breasts (as much as they could) and partly hid her wonderful nipples. I hated it.

And at night she wore those revolting cotton pajamas, and whereas she would normally sleep in just her pants, cuddled tight up against me, one of legs between mine so that she could feel my cock and balls on her thigh, (so she told me) and her head and long, thick flowing hair on my chest, now she moved as far away as possible to the other side of the bed, her back towards me. So I couldn’t even enjoy the wonderful sensation of either her cunt nestling against my thigh, or the cheeks of her lovely tight, round, firm ass pressing against my cock either.
Sometimes, if Tanya had been kneeling above me and lowered herself onto my cock for our final orgasms, she would just lean forward and rest the top half of her body on me, my cock still nestling inside her hot wet cunt, and she would doze off in that position. Only when my cock dozed off itself and left her tight wet hole of its own accord would she stir and lie beside me in her normal position. I missed it all like hell!

If I am hard during the night I often wake to press my cock against her and caress her, which usually wakes her too. But now I couldn’t do anything like that and had to force myself to go back to sleep. A few kisses, a quick cuddle together and then “night-night” was all there was. I hated every bloody minute of those days and nights.
But eventually the Friday morning dawned, as it does, and we cleaned around the house in preparation for our visitor, went shopping and returned home to await her arrival. After putting the shopping away, Tanya turned to me and gave me a huge hug, like the ones you get when you haven’t seen your lover for a long time.

“Thank you for being so understanding, sweet Davey,” she said. “I know it’s been very hard, for me too, but now it’s finished, the rule stops and we can enjoy each other again.”

“Yes, it has been bloody hard!” I agreed somewhat waspishly. “I hope you don’t ever want to start a rule like that again. I shall say no.”

“Don’t think I could put up with it either,” Tanya agreed.

“So is there anything special you want me to wear this weekend?” I enquired.

Now I should explain that Tanya and I have a very extensive wardrobe, of outer clothes of course, but also of underwear for our own pleasures, mostly chosen by her. I hate nearly all men’s’ underwear and refuse to wear it, which explains the short-shorts-and-nothing-else in the supermarket. Fortunately, Tanya also has the same dislike of it. Cotton boxer shorts which hide everything and don’t show the contours of what’s beneath clearly, with a hole in the front from which to extract your cock (for whatever reason)? Horrible. Thick, cotton material which restricts and often itches? Positively medieval. And as for Y-fronts! As Tanya put it to me:- ‘you have to pull aside one piece of material one way, then another piece the other way just to get inside them. Ugh! It’s like fighting your way through a maze!’

And I hate having my cock and balls restricted inside any clothing. Y-fronts grip you as if determined that your cock will never see the light of day. Like a bloody chastity belt. Some boxers do this too, but I do have one or two pairs of soft, micro material that stretches, and so does free my cock to go up or down as it wishes and does show what there is if I wear them. Not often though. And neither do I like lace pants or bra on a woman. It’s often thick, and rough on the lips and tongue if I am licking through it.

So Tanya usually chooses our underwear, always thin, soft material, stretchy and if possible always see-through or nearly so. We have all types of shape, size and colours. Tie-ups, side ties, silk, satin, thongs, G-strings, big pants, but they all have the same thing in common. They act like a second skin and show the contours of whoever is wearing them, or they are loose fitting, (usually for me) or they stretch to allow complete freedom underneath. She always buys two pairs of pants, one for her and one for me and very occasionally a matching bra for her if she really likes the style. The first time she saw me wearing pants like this, my own, she evinced no surprise but cooed approvingly and murmured that she liked that very much. So we share our pants and she often chooses what she wants me to wear round the house or if we are going to bed.

Tanya also has several short, elastic mini-skirts of the same stretch material. They’re not see-through but they’re soft and pleasurable to touch. Some are shiny. But they’re short! When she first wore one for me she asked if I liked the miniskirt.

“That’s not a mini-skirt, it’s a manhole cover,” I told her. She burst out laughing and the name stuck. She doesn’t wear one outside much, except in the garden, because if she sits in front of me it immediately reveals everything and rides up to cover just one inch of her thighs, and if she bends over it does the same thing, riding up to cover about the top two inches of her ass cheeks.

Those miniskirts are short!! Very occasionally she would put one on if we went for a walk in the evening twilight so that other people couldn’t really see what it was, (or almost wasn’t), but she always wore pants underneath. She would have been arrested if she hadn’t. And of course I knew if she went out dressed like that that she wanted us to have sex outdoors somewhere.

Now Tanya pondered my question.

“Um – yes. Let me think about it. Shall I wear a shirt?”

I nodded. “Please, my sweet. You know what it does for me.”

“Oh, I know!” she said lasciviously. “No bra?”

I shook my head.

“I am aching to caress and suck and lick your lovely breasts and nipples,” I said. “No bra.”

Tanya put her hands over her ears in mock horror.

“Stop it! Stop it! It’s not Friday evening yet!” But she smiled as she said it and I took her into my arms and hugged and kissed her.

“I love you so much,” I said. “You’re just incredible. I feel so lucky to have you. You could have chosen any man you wanted in the world.”

Tanya gazed into my eyes, her lips mere inches from mine.

“But I didn’t,” she whispered. “I chose you, you lump, you lovely wonderful, caring lump. I chose my sweet Davey, with your strong arms, your loving heart, your gorgeous cock and balls and ass, who turns me on and makes me cum, even with just words, never mind your caresses, your touch, your tongue or the lovely feeling of your cock in my ass or my wet cunt or the feeling of your cum shooting on my face or the taste of your cock and your cum in my mouth or ---- “

“Hey, hey, hey!” I protested. “That’s not fair!”

She leant forward and kissed me, her tongue for just a brief moment flicking between my lips and into my mouth before she pulled away again.

“I know!” she said impishly, “But lovely!” and she danced away from me and disappeared into the bedroom to sort out clothes.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

And at seven o’clock the doorbell rang.

We looked at one another.

Tanya raised an eyebrow at me.

I nodded. “And you?”

It was her turn to nod firmly. “Absolutely sure.”

So she opened the door.

“Hallo,” she greeted the girl standing there. She was carrying a small hold-all.

“Come in. Davey, this is Toni.”

Toni stepped up to me and planted a kiss on my cheek, then on Tanya’s.

“Hallo Dave.” (Not Davey.) “It’s very nice to meet you and thank you both for inviting me.”

Tanya smiled and gestured her to come inside. I sensed that she was watching me very closely.

“You’re very welcome,” I said. “It’s a pleasure to meet you too.”

And it was.

It was more than a pleasure. It was a positive delight.

Toni was a little taller than Tanya, but still shorter than I am. She wore a V-neck top which showed the curves of her breasts, bigger than Tanya’s but firm and round, a short flowery skirt which swished and swirled as she walked, occasionally flashing a tantalizing glimpse of thigh, and flip-flops on her feet. Her legs were longer than Tanya’s but beautifully proportioned and smooth. They were very brown, as were her face, arms and hands. Her hands were slim, with long tapering fingers and I had a quick vision of them curling round my hard cock. Her face was elfin like, longish, with big round eyes, a petite nose and luscious lips that bore no hint of lipstick. But her hair was the biggest surprise. It was dark, and she had it cut very short, like a boy’s, and styled like that too. She had an innocent air about her, she looked very young and she was absolutely gorgeous.

I sensed Tanya’s eyes on me.

“Come in,” I invited, gesturing to the sofa.

We made ourselves comfortable. Toni sat in an armchair opposite Tanya and I on the sofa. Her flowery skirt rose just high enough to show her brown thighs and I had to tear my eyes away. I offered to get drinks. When we were settled Tanya cleared her throat.

“Toni,” she began, “We both want you to understand that while you’re here this weekend, our home is your home. We’ll show you round in a minute, but if you want anything, food, drink, TV, just help yourself. Please don’t feel that you have to ask us for anything. We hope that you will feel completely relaxed and comfortable with us. Whatever we’re doing,” she added significantly.

“I feel relaxed already,” Toni said, her eyes glancing from me to Tanya. “I’m sure I’m going to enjoy every minute with you both.”

But she was looking at me as she said it.

Tanya stood up.

“Bring your drink and we’ll show you round.”

We took Toni round our house and she stopped now and again to look at pictures or photographs or to admire some little gew-gaw that we’d acquired. She often looked at me and smiled and once she winked at me. I knew Tanya was watching me watching her looking at me and she must have seen the smiles and maybe the wink and I thought are we going to have a problem after all and I thought about Toni and imagining what lay beneath the skirt and the top, thinking about her cunt and whether it was small, big, tight or not, her ass and her breasts, how her mouth would feel surrounding my cock and how it would feel to slide my cock inside her cunt or her ass and whether she would be very wet like my Tanya is but of course that was off-limits and ---

“And so there you are,” came Tanya’s voice and we were back where we started. Tanya gestured to another door. “That’s our spare bedroom,” she explained. “You could leave your bag and stuff in there, and of course the room is there for you if you want it.”

“I shan’t want that room,” said Toni firmly. She was looking directly at me as she spoke. “But I will dump my stuff there.”

She picked up her bag and went into the bedroom.

Tanya whispered fiercely into my ear.

“She fancies you like mad!” she said. “Did you see her looking at your cock?”

I could hear the sound of the bag unzipping in the other room and rustlings as Toni extracted her belongings.

“I’m staggered!” I told Tanya. “She’s gorgeous! She’s lovely! How the hell did you manage to find her?”

Tanya grinned at me.

“You fancy her too,” she accused me, but in fun. “I knew you would. Wouldn’t have been much point in it if she’d been fat and lumpy.”

“You’ve met her before,” I accused in return.

Tanya nodded. “Yesterday in a coffee bar. We had a long talk and got to know each other and talked all about this weekend. I knew you were thinking about licking her and fucking her just now. I knew exactly you’d fancy the pants off her.”

“And you’re not worried?”

“Nope.” Tanya shook her head. “You know I trust you and we have our agreement. I know very well you’d like nothing better than to slide your cock into her cunt and feel how wet she is and fill her full of your cum but you’ll have to be content with her mouth and her ass.”

“How do you know she’ll take me in her ass?”

“I know,” Tanya replied. “We talked. There are only two taboos. She’s not allowed to call you Davey.”

I knew this. Tanya had coined the name Davey for me and no-one else was allowed to use it. If she introduced me to anyone she did it as Davey, but if the person responded by saying ‘hallo Davey’ she would immediately say, ‘his name is Dave,’ and the tone of her voice and the gleam in her eyes made it crystal clear to everyone that this was her name for me, and hers alone.

“Her cunt is the only other taboo. But you can lick it!” she added devilishly. “I want to watch! And I have a big surprise for you!”

I couldn’t imagine what other surprise Tanya could possibly present me with after Toni but as she is a girl in ten million, if she said she had a big surprise, she would have one.

Toni returned from the spare room.

“It’s a lovely room,” she said. “It’s a lovely home and you are both lovely people and I think you’re very lucky to have each other.”

She was again staring straight at me as she spoke and she added, “I’m sure I’m going to enjoy this weekend and have a wonderful time with you.”

“Yes, and I think –“ (I very nearly said ‘I’) “-- we’ll have a wonderful time with you,” I answered her with a smile.

Tanya watched this interplay with a smile playing on her own lips.

“Well, I’m looking forward to it,” she said and grabbing my hand she led me over to Toni where she put one arm round her, the other round me and proceeded to kiss my cheek, then Toni’s, took one of my hands and placed it on her own breast and her hand on one of Toni’s.

Toni grinned at us and took my other hand to her other breast. Her own hand went straight to my crotch and rubbed me through my clothes, just long enough to start an immediate hard-on, then left me and slid her cupped palm between Tanya’s legs and rubbed her too.

“Oh, I think we’re all going to have a really wonderful time!” she said to us both.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Tanya cooked us a meal and as she prepared it she would pause and come to me, hug me and kiss me, deep kisses with our tongues thrashing together, rub my cock through my clothes and then return to her cooking. The next time she would go to Toni, kiss her the same way and caress her breasts and rub her between her legs. We were fully clothed and all this was done outside them. She never tried to get my cock out or go inside Toni’s top or under her skirt.
We opened a bottle of wine and sipped away as we both watched Tanya’s expertise in the kitchen.
(A girl of many talents she is, but you know that.)
We talked small talk about this and that, none of us asking any personal questions. It didn’t bother me and I suspected the girls had asked all the personal and intimate questions they wanted at their meeting.

At one point Tanya looked round from her cooking at me, then at Toni. “Feel free,” she said.

Toni looked at me and a smile appeared on her lips. It reached deep into her eyes and she came towards me and threw her arms round me, pressing her lips against mine and then forcing her tongue into my mouth. She tasted sweet and delicate, and I felt her nipples harden beneath her top. Her hand went to find my cock again and she massaged it and rubbed it and cupped her palm beneath my balls, all outside my clothes, as she gently caressed them.

Our tongues continued to explore each others mouths. My hands went behind her and pressed against her ass, pulling her hard against my hardening cock, then pulling the cheeks of her ass apart gently to signal that I wanted that too. She pressed herself hard against me as if she wanted me in her cunt there and then.

“Feel my pants,” she whispered as she finally released her passionate pressure on my mouth.

She backed off from me a little to allow me room to slide my hand down the front of her skirt. My fingers followed the contour of her love mound, slowly inching down and round, beneath her and between her legs. The bottom of the skirt passed my fingertips and I was caressing her pants, right between her legs, feeling the soft lips of her cunt as they parted slightly to invite me in. To my huge delight her pants were soaking wet. I rubbed them gently and my finger found her clit through the material. She made a little guttural noise and pulled away from my hand.

“Oooo! I’ve been waiting for that!” she gasped. “Ever since I arrived!”

I looked across at Tanya. She was smiling broadly, watching us, and her hand was between her own legs, massaging herself through her clothes.

“The sooner we eat, the better then!” she laughed.

Small talk continued through the meal. Tanya had (carefully?) positioned us so that the girls sat on either side of the table with me at the end. Both of them let their hands fall on my thigh beneath the table now and again, rising higher until they reached my crotch. At one point I had a hand on each thigh and their fingers must have met because they stopped, looked at each other and smiled. A second bottle of wine was demolished between us, just enough to loosen any last reservations (I don’t think there were any, for anyone) but not enough to make us sleepy or affect our libidos.

And after so long without touching or fucking my beloved Tanya, or even a wank, my own libido was at bursting point. I didn’t care whether it was a cunt, an ass or a blowjob but I knew I wanted release from the pressures inside my balls as soon as possible. It was just short of being actually painful.

We helped Tanya clear away, wash and dry, and returned to the living room.

Toni looked at me with that look again.

“I’m going to go and choose what to wear,” she said. And to Tanya, “D’you want to come and help?”

“Absolutely!” Tanya agreed. “And Davey can go and get ready too.”

I took this as an instruction to go into our room and get ready. Tanya and I had already decided what I was going to wear, although she wouldn’t let me know what exactly she had chosen for herself.

“You’ll see,” was all she would say.

So I obeyed her instruction, went to the bathroom to shower, shave again and clean my teeth (nothing worse for a woman than a rough stubble against her thighs or bad breath!) and then went to the bedroom to get dressed. I waited there, knowing that Tanya would come in when she could. I heard the sound of the shower again and Tanya appeared at the door.

“Okay, Toni’s showering,” she said. “She’s really got the hots for you. Can’t stop talking about you. Didn’t even touch me when we were alone in her room. She really wants your cock in her cunt but she’s promised again not to.”

“Oh, but you’re a hard mistress!” I said to her jokingly in my best Shakespearean voice. “How can you be so cruel as to tantalise me, excite me but not let me----“

“Shut up!” she laughed. “She’s nice though, isn’t she?” she added seriously.

I nodded first and then shook my head. “She is that!” I agreed fervently. “And I marvel at how you found her. Apart from a lovely figure and body she has a nice personality too.”

“Important!” Tanya wagged a finger at me. “Don’t want a dumbo or a slut. It would spoil everything. Now go away while I get ready myself.”

I was ushered to the door and it was closed firmly behind me. I went to the kitchen and poured the last drops of wine into a glass. I heard Toni leave the bathroom, pad across to her room and the door close.

I’m abandoned! I thought. The shower ran again as Tanya used it. I let my mind wander about the evening ahead, the weekend ahead. I thought about my beloved girl, what I would do now that her bloody awful rule had been abandoned, and my thoughts drifted to Toni. I really did like her and wanted to do everything to her that I did to Tanya. But despite this, there was always the feeling in me that Tanya was mine;- very, very special to me and would remain so, no matter who was with us or what we may do to each other. I loved Tanya with all my heart and even a weekend with another girl joining us wasn’t going to be enough to damage that. Tanya knew it too, and that’s why we both felt that this weekend was going to be incredible, hedonistic, and utterly, indescribably sexy and erotic. We both knew that our orgasms were going to be mountainous, unbelievable, the stuff dreams are made of and I thought that Toni probably felt much the same way as we did.

“Have you shaved?”

“What?”

Tanya was standing at the kitchen door, wrapped in a fluffy bath towel on her way back to our room. I felt my face. “Smooth as—“

“No.”

“Oh. I see. Yes.”

I should explain. I hate hair round my cock and balls. I shave there regularly and keep myself, well, as smooth as a baby’s bottom. Being shaven heightens all the feelings in that area. Whether it is cool fingers, a gently grasping hand, cunt lips, mouth lips or a delightfully tight ass, anything surrounding a cock or balls devoid of hair is more erotic, more noticeable and a hundred times more enjoyable.

(No? Try it sometime.)

So I kept myself clean shaven at all times, and Tanya was just checking that I was as smooth as I could be. She loved me that way too, but the first time she had seen me naked she had paused in surprise.

“Are you normally like that?” she had enquired.

I told I was, and didn’t she like it?

“I’ll tell you later” was her reply, and afterwards she said yes, she loved it and don’t let any hair grow there again.

“Suits me,” I’d agreed. (Suits you too, sir! Go on. Try it.)

But the one thing that Tanya had consistently refused to do was remove her own pubic hair. I had asked her more than once to try it but she wouldn’t. She couldn’t say why, she just wanted to stay the way she was. Despite her thick, long, masses of flowing hair, (Tanya has Mediterranean blood) her pubic hair was fine, soft and downy, unlike the stiff, hard curls that men and most women have. Wire wool, I call it. She didn’t have a lot and what she did have was so soft it was delightful to kiss or touch or lick. She had just enough to cover her love mound and the tops of her cunt lips. Just enough to retain my hot sticky cum if I shot over it so I could lick it off afterwards and then insert my tongue into her mouth so she could receive it properly and enjoy ----

“Good! You’re in a reverie again.” Tanya brought me back to earth. She vanished and then her head reappeared round the door. She looked at me and what I was wearing approvingly.

“And you’re lovely!” She blew me a kiss and disappeared into the bedroom.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

I waited patiently and finished the last of my wine.

Eventually I heard Tanya call me. I went to the bedroom and closed the door behind me. She was sitting on our bed wearing one of my shirts again, a pale lilac one, and under that she had on one of her short manhole covers. A black one made of some slightly shiny, soft material. The same type as the one she had asked me to wear. No bra, of course, and she opened her legs a little to show me that she had on one of my favorite pairs of pants, completely see-through, pink, very thin and very stretchy so that I could manipulate them however I wanted. So apart from the shirt, we were dressed identically. She likes to see me in her manhole covers sometimes and I have no problem with it. (Why should I? It’s just as erotic for her to see me sit or bend down as it is for me to see her. It gives her pleasure so why should there be a problem?)

“Aaahhh!” said I, somewhat foolishly. “Very nice!”

“Are we ready to call Toni?” she asked.

I nodded. “I certainly am,” I agreed.

“You lecherous lump!” she chuckled. “God how I want you! How I want your tongue and your cock and to suck your balls and taste your cum and have it all over me and feel you and me wet—“

“Enough!” I held up my hand. “Are you trying to make me cum in my pants?”

She made a little moue. “You did it to me,” she pouted. Then, seriously, “No I’m not. I’m teasing you and hinting at things to come, excuse the pun. I don’t want you to lose a drop of that delicious creamy hot spunk in your pants. Well, not yet, anyway.”

She stood. “Let’s go.”

We went to the spare room and knocked.

“Come right in,” came Toni’s voice.

Tanya opened the door.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Toni was sitting on the bed, facing us.

She wore only a matching bra and pants. The bra was front fastening, I noticed, - always helpful. They were not see-through, but they were thin and showed firstly the shape and size of her breasts which were quite big but looked firm and rounded, and her aureoles, a darker brown, large and shaping the material of the bra round them, and her nipples, hard and pointing outwards inside the fabric. Her pants clearly showed the outline of her love mound and she leant back and opened her legs to give us a view of what lay below. Her cunt lips pushed out the material of the pants leaving a dark area between them which could only be the entrance to her cunt itself. She trailed one finger between her lips and as she did so I actually saw the size and shape of her clit for a brief moment, much bigger than Tanya’s.

Her hair, freshly washed, shone dark and gleamed in the light, brushed upwards like a boy’s. But the most erotic thing I noticed were the hold-up stockings.

Now I like suspenders and stockings as much as the next man, but hold-ups are my special favorite. They hide, but they reveal. They’re sexy, erotic and a turn-on. You can kiss and lick thighs and proceed towards the ultimate place without having to fumble suspender straps out of the way. They can be left in place or peeled delicately and sensually down. They suggest naughtiness, forbidden pleasures, ultimate orgasms. I love hold-ups!

Toni was wearing black ones, also my favorite colour and she brushed her fingers slowly up her thigh, across the elastic top and up to her cunt.

She looked at us both.

“Will this do?” she asked quite innocently.

I looked from one to the other. “You’ve planned this,” I said accusingly.

Tanya slipped an arm round me. “Only slightly,” she laughed.

To me, that was about the same as the expression ‘slightly pregnant’. Meaningless. The girls had obviously put a lot of thought into this and I loved it.

“Toni, you look absolutely fabulous,” I said with sincerity. “You’re beautiful, you have a superb figure, a nice personality, but above all you look incredibly sexy and desirable.”

“Why, thank you, kind sir,” she replied and fluttered her eyes at me.

“And I love the miniskirt and pants you have on,” she added, and I realized that in her position on the bed she could see up my skirt. “I do love a man wearing sexy things like that,” she added breathily, brushing her fingers once more over her cunt lips. I saw a tiny glistening drop on her pants as her finger moved on. “Tanya, you have a wonderful taste in sexy underwear for you and your man.”

She stood up and held out both hands towards us. “Shall we move to your room?”

And we did.

Tanya led the way, releasing me and leading Toni by the hand into our room. Once inside, as I closed the door, cocooning us in our own little private, hedonistic world, she turned and pulled Toni to her, fiercely kissing her as her hands caressed Toni’s breasts. I could see that both were tasting each other’s tongues and mouths. Toni’s hands went behind Tanya and she stroked and massaged Tanya’s ass, pulling her tightly to her. Their faces parted slightly and their tongues came out and licked and slurped at each other’s faces, covering cheeks, noses, eyes and throats with wet, luscious movements.

Tanya leaned down and licked at Toni’s breasts, covering them with the same wet kisses, making the fabric wet and slightly transparent. She took one nipple between her lips and sucked it gently. Toni threw back her head and let out a long drawn-out breath. Her hand went to Tanya’s breast and she caressed and fondled it through the shirt. The nipple hardened and stood out inside the fabric.

Tanya stroked one hand between her own legs. I knew she was collecting her love juices on her fingers and she held her hand up to Toni’s lips inviting her to taste. Toni obliged, running her tongue over Tanya’s fingers and the palm of her hand, greedily tasting Tanya’s juice.
Watching this made me hard, but I didn’t want to intrude on their lust and evident enjoyment of each other. I put my hand under the skirt and grasped my cock through the material of my pants. I began to stroke gently, loving the feeling of it and loving the sight of these two beautiful, adorable girls turning each other on.

They both sank onto our king-size bed and lay together, still caressing, kissing and licking at each other. Toni’s hand was between Tanya’s legs, rubbing her and collecting more of her juice which she then licked from her own fingers every now and then. With her other hand she motioned me nearer.

I stood beside the bed and Toni pushed my hand away from my cock and took it herself, not going inside my pants but rubbing, squeezing and stroking it. Tanya moved on the bed, gently rolling Toni onto her back. She moved between Toni’s legs and started to lick her thighs and legs. Toni’s eyes closed and she moved her hand to cup my balls extending one finger beyond them to stroke that area between them and my ass, one of the most erotic places I have.

Tanya’s petite ass was in the air and I stroked it and rubbed it, my finger tip following the crease between her cheeks, finding her hole and pressing the fabric gently into it. By now Tanya was at Toni’s cunt, licking her thighs and groin and occasionally flicking her tongue over her cunt lips. I could see that Toni’s pants were soaking wet. I moved my hand round Tanya’s ass to find her own wet cunt and her pants were wet too. I tasted her nectar on my fingers and then gently stroked Tanya’s masses of hair, gently easing her head away from Toni.

She paused, knowing what I wanted. My fingers traced the outline of Toni’s cunt lips, the pants wet to my touch. My fingers collected as much of Toni’s juice as I could get, briefly brushing across her clit inside the pants and making her jerk with a sudden frisson of excitement. I tasted Toni’s juices, thicker than Tanya’s, almost like a thin syrup, deliciously sweet with her own individual flavor, and tasting slightly of her shower, slightly of her piss. It was heavenly and I thought that I would love it when Toni wet herself later.

Tanya was flicking her tongue across Toni’s cunt and clit. Toni leaned over towards me and lifted the skirt. Her lovely lips opened and she began to kiss my cock through my pants, running her tongue right from the very base up to the tip, using her hand to pull my cock towards her, still inside my pants. Her lips closed over the tip and I felt her tongue explore round and round, especially at the back, making me strain towards her. I wanted to push myself deep into her mouth. She let me in a little more and I felt her sucking me.

I thought I’d better stop it there because I didn’t want to cum yet, so I pulled back from her mouth. I bent over and kissed her face, duplicating Tanya’s earlier motions as I covered her face with my tongue, finding her mouth at last and thrusting my tongue deep inside. Toni responded equally, our mouths and faces becoming completely wet as we enjoyed the taste of each other. I felt Tanya’s hand cup my balls and stroke them, moving up to my cock, stroking me and wanking me as Toni had done. Then she pulled down the waistband of my pants and released my cock to her grasp. She held it tightly, wanking me a little faster. I left Toni’s sweet, delicate, soft face and moved round behind Tanya. Pulling the top of her pants down a little I thrust my cock into them, rubbing the tip over her cheeks and then tracing the crease, down, underneath and then rubbing the tip across her soaking wet cunt. My cock was covered with her juices and I moved it back up a little to find her rosebud. I pushed gently at it, not wanting to fuck her yet, but enjoying the feeling as it opened a little each time I thrust forward. And each time I did so, Tanya’s whole body also moved forward a little which meant that each time I thrust at her ass hole her tongue flicked and licked at Toni’s clit that little bit harder.

Toni began to make a deep guttural ‘Uh!’ each time Tanya’s tongue met her clit in that way. She began to arch her back each time to meet Tanya’s tongue thrusts. I would have preferred to change my tactics because I didn’t want a drop of cum to escape me till I was ready, but I continued those short gentle thrusts since it was apparent that Toni was close to cumming.

And then there it was, Toni’s first orgasm and she let out a long, long “Oooorrrrrrrrrr” as she came. Her back stayed arched in the air with her eyes closed and Tanya continued to lick her feverishly, prolonging the climax as long as Toni could bear it. I moved away from the danger area and went back to Toni to gently kiss her face and lips as she sank back on the bed. They were delicate, gentle, loving kisses and her eyes opened and she smiled at me before closing her eyes once more.

Tanya left her position between Toni’s legs and knelt up on the bed facing me. Her face was dripping wet, some of it from her own licking and some from Toni’s love juices. Tanya licked her lips and smiled. I moved to her and licked her face, savoring the mingled tastes. I collected as much as I could on my tongue and then kissed Tanya on the mouth, pushing my tongue inside so that we could both enjoy the taste of Toni’s cum.

As we finally separated she mouthed words at me;- “Love you!”

She motioned me and lay back herself on the bed, beside Toni. I knew she wanted me to lick her out and I positioned myself between her open legs, doing what I love doing and what I know Tanya enjoys immensely.

I’ve been told, not only by Tanya, that my tongue and the way I use it, possesses a certain -- er—quality. I’ve no idea what that quality or qualities may be, it isn’t extra long or fat or thin or anything as far as I can tell, but it seems that when I use it the way I love to use it, between a girl’s thighs and legs, my tongue acquires these magical extra aspects that, well, they seem to like rather a lot. Whatever that quality may be, it works.

So my tongue began its work, kissing and licking at Tanya’s thighs, making the skin wet and glistening as I enjoyed every minute of giving pleasure to my girl.

Then I felt something behind me and realized that Toni had started to kiss and lick at my ass. I felt her tongue tracing over my cheeks, her hand under me cupping, stroking, massaging my balls then my cock. I felt her tongue find the top of my crease and felt it push in between my cheeks. I opened my own legs a little to oblige her and her tongue followed the crease down towards my own ass hole, my man-cunt, pressing the material of my pants into my crease and making it deliciously wet with

her saliva.

Then she found my hole and her tongue thrust into it, taking the fabric with her as she strove to insert her tongue deeper into me.

I was now licking at Tanya’s cunt lips and flicking my tongue over her clit. She was stroking the back of my head and suddenly she pulled me hard into her, pushing herself against me as I licked and sucked at her pants and the cunt beneath it, tasting her own wonderful juice as it soaked into them. She came then. I knew it, even without the “uh, uh, uh, uh” that she growled softly or the sudden gush of juice that spurted from inside her and into her pants and my mouth.

“Davey, Davey, Davey,” she murmured, as she sank back onto the bed.

I stayed in my position because now Toni was using her finger to insert into my ass, trapped by the fabric of my pants. I loved it and pushed backwards onto her finger. She moved it in and out and once again I thought what a shame it was that there could be no sudden gush of cum inside me. But the feeling was lovely and I let her continue as long as she liked.

Eventually she withdrew it and moved away to lie beside Tanya. She licked at her finger, the finger, as she lay down and then offered it to Tanya to suck. Tanya greedily took it in her mouth and sucked with relish, tasting everything there was to be tasted.
My knees had begun to ache a bit so I moved forward and lay face down on the bed between them. There must have been a signal between the girls, unseen by me, since I suddenly felt two warm breaths on me and two sets of hand stroking my back.

Toni was on my left and Tanya on my right, so I could tell who was doing what to me, I just couldn’t see, only feel. And enjoy.

I felt two sets of hands and fingers rubbing my back and my sides. They moved lower, circling, tracing lines with fingers, under my sides, along and across my ribs and back to my spine. They moved lower until they were at the top of my pants. The skirt was gently eased higher. I felt hands stroking the cheeks of my ass, cupping them, so many caresses criss-crossing my body that now I wasn’t sure whose hands were where. And then fingers eased down the elastic of my pants. Fingers slipped gently inside them and caressed my skin, cool fingers, Tanya’s? Toni’s? I didn’t know and I didn’t care. I just lay with my face to one side and closed my eyes, reveling in the soft, sensual touch of two beautiful girls stroking my body, content in the absolute knowledge that soon those caresses would reach my ass and then my balls. A finger traced down the crease of my ass, and back, and down again and I opened my legs a little to allow the finger more freedom.

I felt hands on the backs of my thighs roving, stroking, caressing, a finger tracing the inside of my thigh towards my cock. Hands pulled down the back of my pants a little more and then I felt both girls place their hands under my hips to lift me clear of the bed so that I was kneeling. My pants were eased down more and a hand rubbed my cheeks. I felt my ass being gently opened, a pause, and then the sheer delight of a tongue flicking down my crease, starting at the top, licking, a nibbling now and then, sucking, then the tongue again, licking and wetting. My whole body was in a heightened state, waiting for the tongue to reach my rosebud and then there it was, a delicate, butterfly touch of a tongue tip flicking at my hole while other hands caressed my back and cupped my balls and stroked and rubbed and caressed me everywhere. This continued for some minutes and then the tongue increased its pressure as the owner began to push at my hole, still licking and wetting me but insistent in its gentle way that it be allowed to enter me. I pushed outwards gently with my muscles to relax them and the tongue tip was inside, roving and feeling as it explored inside me.

I felt movement between my thighs. Someone was wriggling their way between them, approaching my cock, hard but still inside the front of my pants. A hand cupped my balls. A finger traced a line between them and my ass hole, and still the tongue insisted on exploring further into my rosebud. I felt my cock being enveloped in something, fabric and all.

I opened my eyes and craned my neck to look down the length of my body. It was my sweet Tanya who was exploring my ass, her hands gently holding my cheeks apart, her face buried between them as she licked and slurped and wetted, lost in her own enjoyment of the moment.

I moved my head and peered under myself. Toni was lying flat on her back, to one side of Tanya, her knees at the foot of the bed, her legs draped over the edge and her feet touching the floor. It was she who was taking my cock and pants into her mouth, her tongue exploring too, roving and tasting and licking. She inched her head higher and took more of me inside her mouth.

She began to suck and used one hand to grasp the base of my cock, her long slender fingers curling round it just as I had imagined it in that brief moment when I saw her first but now it was for real and it made my cock harden in her mouth.

Her other hand reached down round Tanya’s stomach and curled between her legs and I saw the movement of her fingers as she sought Tanya’s clit through the fabric of her pants and she found the spot and began to rub Tanya, wanking her even as she sucked at my cock.

She saw me looking at her and her eyes smiled at me. She opened her mouth wider and sucked me inside. She couldn’t take all of me like Tanya can but it was more than enough and her fingers began to stroke me back and forth to match the movement of her mouth as she sucked me off.

The feeling of two separate arousals of two of my erogenous zones made me make contented noises in my throat and I let out a long ‘mmmmmm!’ as I let myself be totally enveloped in this sheer sexual delight. I felt that movement deep in my balls that signaled the onrush of my cum. Toni felt it too because she suddenly released my cock from her mouth, pulled away my pants and took my cock back inside her mouth, bareback. Tanya must have known my moment was near, or maybe she just knew what Toni had done, or maybe she was close to cumming herself because she suddenly started to thrust her tongue in and out of my rosebud, fucking me with her tongue. Toni slid my cock as far as she could inside her mouth and as she sucked at me and Tanya fucked at me I knew that was it and I let out a huge groan as my cum shot up from my balls and through my prick and out into that lovely soft delicate mouth that was Toni’s and my cock spasmed and shot again and I groaned with ecstasy and I heard Tanya let out a cry as if far away and my heart was glad she had cum too and I could still feel my cum travelling within me and there was more and I shot again and again and again filling Toni’s mouth with my hot cream and I had to groan each time because it was just so ecstatic and after so long there was so much and it squirted again and I could feel it on the outside of my cock because Toni’s mouth was full of it and it was escaping from her lips as they slid up and down the length of my cock and covering it and making it wet and there was one last spasm and finally I had no more.

Toni quickly slid from between my legs, pulling the front of my pants up over my cock again. I felt Tanya leave my ass and gratefully I let my body sink onto the bed. I felt hands roll me over onto my back. Tanya had done it and she was kneeling beside me now on the bed. Toni came to sit beside her and the two girls moved together and kissed, their mouths opening and tongues meeting as Toni gave my cum into Tanya’s mouth and they shared it together, their faces moving and their tongues roving, making their faces wet with my cum as they passed it back and forth. Then they separated and Tanya leant over me, her lips closed and her eyes smiling and she pressed her lips on mine and her tongue forced them open and she emptied her mouth into mine and I tasted the thick texture of my own cream and then she was gone and Toni was there and she kissed me too and emptied her own mouthful of cum into me a