“Oh shit, sorry,” she said when she saw us, and made to leave again.
“Les, it’s okay,” Carrie said. “You can come in.”
“Are you sure?” Lesley said. ‘I’m busting for the loo." She was wearing a short denim skirt and t-shirt and she put her hand under the skirt to demonstrate how desperate she was, before rushing into the bathroom. In the awkward silence, I heard Lesley sit down on the toilet and her urgent stream pouring into the water. I pulled my swimming shorts back on and gestured with my head towards the door, with my eyebrows raised.
Carrie shook her head. “It’s okay,” she said, and kissed me on the knee. The peeing sounds finished and Lesley came back in.
“Adam’s gone down to the beach,” she said.
“It got a bit hot so we came back here,” Carrie told her. “This is Mark.” Lesley came over and shook my hand.
“So you’ve been getting to know each other,” she said, inviting a response. Carrie smiled at her, a big, broad, frank smile that told her friend almost everything.
“Come and sit here,” Carrie said to Lesley, patting the bed between us. "Come on." Lesley did as she was bid, sitting cross-legged. I could see her white panties and I think she knew it.
“I’m going to have a shower,” Carrie said, leaping off the bed and heading for the bathroom, trying to stop the semen from dripping on the floor. As she closed the bathroom door, she called over her shoulder: “Remember what we said,” which I assumed was meant for Lesley, not me.
“Yes, what we said,” Lesley said quietly. “So what’s your story, Mark?” I gave her the quick version of my circumstances.
“So you’ve cured Caroline of her disability?” she said glibly.
“I helped her out,” I said with a smile. “It was the least I could do.”
“Thing is,” she said, “We had a kind of deal. We like to share things and we promised if one of us got lucky we would pass it around.”
“You’re not having a thing with Adam, then?” I asked.
“Adam?” she laughed. “Great guy. Good friend. Gay as a Bolshoi wardrobe mistress.”
“You’re studying dance?” I said.
“English,” she replied. “Didn’t Carrie tell you about him? He fancies you more than we do.”
“You fancy me?” I said hesitantly. “When I looked at you on the beach you looked away all the time.”
“Well what do you expect me to do?” she said pleasantly. “Draw a diagram in the sand of what I want you to do to me?” I said nothing because I couldn’t think of a smart remark. “Well?” Lesley said. “Are you going to help me out too?”
“Don’t tell me you’ve never indulged either,” I said. She was lying on her back by now and pulled me on top of her. I kissed her and felt her flourishing body under the t-shirt.
“Yes, I’m initiated,” she said. “But I wouldn’t call myself a veteran.” She put her hand in my shorts and felt my returning erection. “One of the things we stipulated one drunken evening was that if she got herself shagged, I would suck the guy’s dick,” she said.
“Well,” I began, “It’s only good manners to keep a promise.” I pulled my shorts off and threw them on the floor. She kissed me strongly a bit more and then said, “You’re right. Do I smell rubber here?”
“If that’s what they’re really made of these days,” I said.
“Good boy,” she said. “Would you mind kneeling up like a dog? That really turns me on.” I obliged and she got down in front of me and sucked me with her arse in the air. She held my balls in her right hand and I could tell she was really enjoying it.
The bathroom door opened and we both looked over at Carrie, who sat in a chair and stared back at us.
“Don’t mind me,” she said happily. “You carry on.”
So Lesley resumed her blowjob and I put my hand on her shoulders to steady myself.
“Did Miss Virtuous do this to you?” Lesley teased. “Did you, Cal?”
“I didn’t,” Carrie replied. “Thought I’d leave something for you.”
“Only because you’ve never done that either,” Lesley said. She turned to me and said, “Did you shag her doggy-style?”
“On her back, me on top,” I said.
“Well I want you to fuck me from behind,” she said breezily, getting into position. “Cal?” she called out. “Condom in my bag.” Carrie rummaged, found it and brought it over.
“He did do another thing, though,” she said naughtily. “You can do it to her while I put the condom on,” she said to me.
“What? Oh, that, mmm, you let a guy rim you? I’m impressed.” Lesley said as plainly as she could manage through the wave of pleasure that had glazed her eyes.
“I prefer to say ‘He licked my arse’, if you don’t mind,” Carrie said as she unrolled the condom on my waiting rod. “Like he is now licking your arse, Lesley. He made me cum like that. Do you like it?”
“Hmmm hmm,” was all Lesley could manage in reply. Then, composing herself, she added, “I’m going to cum like a cowgirl.”
To me she said, “Bring me to the edge from behind and then I’m going to get on top.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied as I began thrusting into her and Carrie returned to the chair. I must admit it was beginning to feel like work by that point, having already serviced Carrie after a disappointing period of inactivity. But I took Lesley to the point where she began quivering and said, “Stop.”
I stopped, withdrew my dick, hanging onto the end of the condom, and lay on my back. Lesley climbed aboard and somehow caught the end of my penis in her pussy lips, no hands required.
She slammed her body down on mine and said “Oww. Fuck, you’re quite big, aren’t you?” Then she resumed more gently until we were perfectly in sync and she was bouncing up and down with a lovely, wet rhythm. I was getting close to cumming and she sensed it.
“Don’t cum,” she ordered. “I’m cumming first.” And with that, her body convulsed in helpless ecstasy. She got off immediately and summoned her friend.
“Caroline Keys, come here and suck this man’s cock.”
Carrie came over obediently, peeled the condom off and hesitantly put my cock in her mouth.
“Don’t worry,” Lesley said. “It’s not an Olympic event. Just let him know how much you like having him in your mouth. Love it, that’s right. Is that right, Mark?”
“That’s exactly right,” I said from a cloud somewhere up in heaven. “You can give me a blowjob any time, Carrie.”
“I prefer to call it ‘sucking your cock’,” she replied, and carried on sucking my cock.
“I’m getting close,” I said. “Can I cum in your mouth?”
“I’d rather you…” she began, but Lesley saved her.
“You can cum in my
mouth,” she said, gently pushing Carrie out of the way. My orgasm came charging in from the depths and I was glad to have the more confident girl on the end of it.
“I’ll do it next time,” Carrie said bravely.
All three of us then lay back, satisfied. I kissed one, then the other, and then they kissed each other lightly, tenderly and finally deeply, but they each put an arm around me so I didn’t feel left out.
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