Emboldened I bent my head to her breast and sucked the nipple into my mouth, nibbling it gently with my lips and toying with the bud. “Don’t forget me,” came a plaintive cry from behind me, and I twisted round to see Rachel looking imploringly at me. I shifted and bent my head to her nipple as she reached for my cock.
“I found it first,” claimed Helen refusing to release her hold on me, her hand still stroking up and down. I rolled onto my back, my cock tenting the covers, then they were pulled back and I saw two hands on me, working together. Two heads bent down and Helen was the first to take me into her mouth, her lips closing tightly round the crown, then sucking me back to her throat.
Rachel waited patiently, then as soon as Helen withdrew me, she wrapped her lips round me and took me inside. Her technique was different, using her tongue more, equally delightful, but a completely different sensation. They lifted up into a kneeling position, their breasts sitting on their chests, nipples prominent, again subtly different and I saw a look pass between them. Each swung a leg over me, Helen over my thighs and Rachel over my head and suddenly I was looking up into a pair of pussy lips.
They were delicate and parted slightly and I could see downy hairs covering them. Further up her breasts hung from her chest and then above them, her face looking down at me. The requirement was clear and I lifted my head, grasping her buttocks and pressed my mouth to her pussy. I felt a little shiver go through her, then she began to slide gently back and forwards, our lips brushing together.
I could feel the dampness on them and pushed my tongue out, penetrating into her slit and parting her lips. I could taste her, the heady taste of fresh pussy juice and I lapped at it as fresh surges came from her accompanied by a little gasp. I could see her clit clearly and lifted my head to it, flicking at it with my tongue before pressing my lips to it. It wasn’t quite big enough to take between them but I felt her stiffen at the contact, then she pushed back down against me, her hips moving just a little faster.
I could feel a hand on my cock, stroking me, then her grip changed and a different sensation overcame me as I realised I was slipping into Helen’s pussy. I could feel her lips parting, the walls of her pussy squeezing me as she slowly impaled herself on my cock. Inch by inch I slipped inside her until I could feel our pubic bones meeting, then she began to undulate, my cock sliding in and out of her warm pussy.
There was an impatient press from Rachel and I realised I had been neglecting my duties to her and I resumed licking at her pussy, thrusting my tongue into her as hard and as deep as I could. I had never been in this position before, with two women and my writer’s brain was mentally recording it for future use in one of my books as my body relished the twin sensations assaulting me.
Both of them now were moving faster, Helen forcing my prick harder and deeper into her with each thrust and Rachel pressing more firmly down on my mouth. I saw her hand come down and start to frig her clit, her fingers strumming across it, then circling round and back to rubbing hard. More pussy juice was flooding out of her, my mouth and face was covered in it as I continued to work my tongue hard into her.
My own arousal was building, Helen now slamming her body down onto mine and I could sense that her orgasm was building rapidly, as indeed was mine. I heard a groan from Rachel and felt her lift off me, her hand now a blur on her clit, then two fingers were thrust into her pussy and her body began to judder above me. The irrational thought that I was glad she wasn’t a squirter passed through my head as I watched her fall away from me, collapsing onto the bed, her hand still working at her pussy, prolonging her orgasm for as long as possible.
I could now see Helen clearly, her breasts bouncing wildly on her chest as she too was frigging her clit, her movements becoming less and less co-ordinated. I reached out and grasped her hips, lifting and guiding her as her hands came down to my chest and her breasts with their engorged nipples fell forward. I reached for one and drew it to my mouth, sucking it between my lips.
With a sharp intake of breath she sat back and I could feel her pussy clamping round me and I took charge again ramming my cock hard up into her tunnel. I could feel my cum rising in me, building from deep down, then suddenly it was exploding from the end of my cock, spurting deep inside Helen’s still pulsing pussy. Jet after jet erupted from me, and I could see it escaping around the sides of my cock mixing with her juices.
Then we were both still and she collapsed forward onto my chest, her knees still tucked up beneath her. A body cuddled into my side and an arm went round both of us and I turned to see Rachel smiling. With a groan Helen rolled off me, my deflating cock slipping from her pussy and then we were snuggled in together. We lay in silence, just the sound of our breath being sucked into heaving chests, then I felt a hand on my cock and looked over to see Rachel gently toying with it.
“I don’t suppose….” she began
“No chance I’m afraid, not for quite a while.”
“Oh well, it’s my turn next. OK Helen?” Helen lifted her head and nodded.
I began to wonder what was going to happen next, it was only late afternoon and we couldn’t just lie there until I recovered could we? Rachel settled the issue, “How about we have a little siesta now, then go out a bit later for dinner, it’s still raining a bit so a barbecue doesn’t seem feasible?” The owners of the cottage had left a useful list of local amenities and there was a recommendation for a restaurant, so Rachel telephoned for a reservation. It was strange to watch her doing it naked, but it turned out there was plenty of availability.
“Are you going to stay here for a nap?” she asked. Tempting though the offer was, I knew what would happen, my cock would eventually get hard again and then we’d never eat, so I said I’d return to my cottage and pick them up at seven to drive to the restaurant. My clothes were still soaking wet so I ducked back next door naked, then had a little nap, waking in time to shower and get ready to go out.
I’d not brought any really dressed up clothes, but found a pair of respectable trousers and a shirt and put them on. After admiring myself in the mirror I went next door and knocked. Helen answered the door and I had to take a step back. She looked fabulous, I’d only seen them in beach or walking clothes and she’d put a dress on, some smart shoes and with a little make-up she looked very attractive.
Rachel however took my breath away, stunning was the only word to describe her, a slinky dress showcased her figure perfectly and her face was beautifully made up. Gallantly I offered each of them an arm and escorted them to the car. Helen got in the front and Rachel the back and we set off for the restaurant. I couldn’t help but notice how the seat belt cut between Helen’s breasts, delineating them perfectly and my eyes kept straying from the narrow lanes to the twin mounds beside me. She didn’t say anything but I could see she was revelling in the attention.