"First of all, we have house rules." Allie said, wagging her finger under my nose in mock-seriousness.
"House rules?" I thought to myself. We just got here for a visit, and already our hostess is telling us there are rules? What is this, reform school?
"Rules?" I prompted, cautiously.
"Yes." She said, crisply. "One, we are nudists, so no clothes are allowed inside the house."
Oh, okay. That one I’m good with.
"How about jewelry?" Eve asked. She likes to wear a ton of jewelry when she’s naked.
"Jewelry is not clothing." Allie pronounced, and then got a thoughtful look. "Seductionwear is okay, as long as it comes off eventually."
"Okay. And…?"
"Second, we are eroticists. Everything we do is erotic, so no one can pass another at any time without touching each other in an intimate way. The more intimate and erotic, the better."
My eyebrows shot up. That sounds like an interesting rule in itself. "What else?"
"Pursuant to rule two, you are not allowed bathe yourself. You must always have someone else bathe you. No exceptions."
I could feel my loins stirring. There were two of them, and only one of me. Girls, that is. These were the best rules I ever heard of.
"Lastly, jealousy is forbidden, as is straying, and the word `no’ is frowned upon. Are we agreed?"
I gave a look to my woman, Eve, who shrugged her shoulders, nodded and said "I guess so."
Damn straight. She was the one who thought of making the trip to visit Allie in the first place. Both women turned and looked quizzically at me. Like they had to guess.
"I’ll..try to be a good boy." I said with mock-piety matching Allie’s mock-seriousness. "Now what?"
"Let’s get naked!" Allie squealed, and began to pull her tight T-shirt over her head.
A little background here. Eve and I have been together for years, and have the perfect marriage. Both of us are nymphomaniacs, although the proper term for a man is "satyrisis." We just like to fuck. Allie is an old friend from when we all lived together in another time and place. Just out of college, we all lived together in this one huge attic room of an old house that had been converted to an apartment. Clothing was optional in those days too, and we just lived a lotus-eating existence.
Allie was such a nympho in those days too, and she used to spin her tales of sexual adventure for us to pant and drool over, stories of threesomes, foursomes, sixsomes…boys, girls, boys and girls, girls and boys, she liked it everywhichaway. Eve and I were a little more into each other at the time, but every so often we took a lover together and gorged ourselves on sex, sex, and more sex while it lasted.
Times change, though. We all got jobs, then the jobs got better, or in distant cities, and our little commune eventually dissolved. Allie moved to the southwest, while we moved first to the west coast, then back east, then south.
One night, after a particularly fine one-on-one session, Eve suddenly sat up (after her legs quit trembling), and said: "Why don’t we go visit Allie?"
She knew there would be no argument from me. Our last lover had been a wonderful man, as bi- a boy as I, but he found a woman and fell in love, and she wasn’t into multiples. You get the picture. We were both horny for some more group-gropering, and for Eve to pick Allie could only mean that she had a taste for girl-girl.
Eve and Allie had been together once way back when. Eve told me about it later, that she and Allie had gone out shopping one day while I was at work, and had come back to the attic and taken a shower together, with more in the bedroom later. When I heard about it I was pissed. Not because she had gone behind my back, but because they hadn’t included me!
Allie is a dark-haired woman with a rather voluptuous build. She liked to tan at a nudist resort, and would always get dark all over (yes, even there) every summer, with no tan lines. Eve, on the other hand, is more petite-slender, almost paper-white, as true celtic redheads are. It makes her nipples sooo pink! Allie was voluptuous, Eve was slender and girlish. Allie had jugs, Eve had perky titties. Next to them (a place I like to be), I have arms that tan brown to just above the elbow where my shirtsleeves end, and around my face and neck where the collar of my shirt lies. What can I say, I work a lot and don't have the time or patience to lie out in the sun. Besides, if I did tan I wouldn’t want tan lines, but I don’t have a nearby place to do it in the buff.
"STOP!" I commanded, and Allie paused, with her shirt up around her shoulders. She looked at me with a frown.
"Five point penalty for removal of your own clothes. If you can’t bathe yourself, you can’t remove your own clothes either." I crossed my arms across my chest in a "cop" pose and acted like I had a "gotcha," which I did.
Immediately seeing my point, Allie dropped her shirt back down and held her arms straight up like a child waiting to be undressed.
Slowly, I moved behind her and slipped my hands under her shirt, and against her sides, just below those stupendous tits of hers. Ever so slowly I slid my hands up her skin, cupping her fine jugs and pulling her back against me. Allie purred like a cat and melted to me like butter. I slipped her shirt off and repeated the action with her satiny red gym shorts, making sure to get a good feel of her fine ass and thighs in the process.
Standing again behind this naked dark-skinned goddess, I took her shoulders and whispered in her ear: "Your turn." And pushed her gently toward Eve. Shit, what a mistake!
I’m a guy, right? And what is it that we guys like to see more than anything else? Two girls getting it on, right? Only now I had made it illegal to pull off my own clothes to get at my stiffness, which needed immediate adjustment NOW! I’ll never make that mistake again!
Allie slowly approached Eve, who was also wearing a T-shirt and shorts with nothing on under them. She cupped Eve’s breasts, and gently kissed her on the lips. Eve has always said she preferred men over women, and to be sure I’ve never kissed a guy myself, although I’ve certainly sucked and jacked a lot of cocks. Their first kiss was close-lipped, but then Allie opened hers and began to tug at Eve’s lips with her teeth. Eventually, Eve opened hers and the two girls went full-in with each other.
Eve began to squeeze Allie’s breasts, as Allie slipped Eve’s pants off, letting them drop to the floor, then she began to finger Eve’s bush, as the two embraced each other tighter and tighter.
I’m dying here. I can’t just take a "five-point penalty," they’d never let me live it down! But all I can do is watch! Eve was beginning to heat up, and I could now smell the two girls’ bouquets. Eve’s breathing became more rapid, and she began to grunt and bite her lip, but I knew she wouldn’t cum, because I knew how she liked to sequence her first climaxes.
Eve backed away from Allie suddenly, then embraced her and turned her face towards me. "Let’s get him!" she said.
Uh, oh. I’m about to get sexually assaulted. Cool!
Both women were Cosmo-reading "fashionistas" in "real" life. Both knew how to "cat-walk," that strutting way of crossing each leg in front of the other when strutting, the better to make the hips (and tits) sway. When it’s done like a predatory cat closing for the kill it’s irresistible. They circled me and pressed against me, making me the meat in a girl-girl sandwich. Okay!
Eve worked at my shorts, while Allie pulled my shirt, and in a second I was naked too. Allie reached for my cock and experimentally stroked it a time or two.
"What’s it like to ride him, Evie?" she asked.
"Oh, he usually rides me." Eve replied. "I like it on my back."
"What, no doggiestyle?"
"I’ve always been too small for that."
Allie looked at me. "You poor boy! How long has it been since you took a woman from behind?"
It had actually been longer than Eve and I had been together, which is to say a very long time. She didn’t like it, and I had quit asking long ago.
"Well," Allie said, "I just love it from behind! You’ll have to give it to me hard, understand?" She gave my cock an extra squeeze when she gushed the word "hard."
"Yes, ma’am!"
"Hey, Evie," she said, "let’s suck him up good and hard and ride him `till he pops, whatcha’ say?"
"Okay. What technique do you like to use when you’re blowing a guy?"
"It’s a combination of mouth and hands." Allie replied. "Watch!" And with that she shifted around in front of me, knelt down and took my whole package in both her hands. Eve knelt beside her, like an attentive student.
Eve had actually already learned from a master. Yes, that’s master in the masculine sense. That lover we had that found a woman? He was a wizard of cock! Nobody knows how to blow you better than another guy, because we have the same set of buttons. After a couple of sessions watching him she could suck as well as the best of them, all the way down to the base. Whatta woman!
When Allie began to slide her lips down one side of my shaft, Eve began on the other. Soon, their lips met over my cock and I was in the middle of their making out. I looked down and could see hands exploring tits and slits. Soon, they both slid off the end (whew!), and began to kiss, stroke, and fondle each other for real. Gladly, I took over operation of my twang and watched the show.
They both raised up on their knees and twined in embrace, their breasts pressed tight together. Few things in this world are so beautiful as two beautiful women, naked, and making love. I knelt beside them and stroked their backs and behinds as they kissed, gently working my fingers between their legs.
Both were moist with feminine honey. They started a little as I touched their labia, but opened wider to allow me access. I had to move so close that my cock pressed against their hips to reach both cunts, but I soon had a rhythm going, and both girls began to grunt and moan as they began to heat.
Suddenly, Eve broke away, which mystified Allie.