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    A Single man begins a new flat share with three women

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    By sexcostories on December 8, 2021 Couple Sex Stories, Erotic Sex Stories, Extreme A Sex Stories, Lesbian Sex Stories, Sex Stories, Swap/Sharing Sex Stories, Threesome Sex Stories
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    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 round 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 round 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 that 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
    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 bodies 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 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 themselves
    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 it self round 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 abound 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 in
    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. The she dropped her hand; I thought to find her
    pussy again. I jumped as she 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 than, 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 loose whatever
    it was that we had round. 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 out
    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 she 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 site, just where we had been.

    We walked back to the flat delirious. I wanted her now
    worst 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 out 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 round 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 stoking 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 round with he 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 plot 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 with out saying a word.

    Simone lay on her back, glaze eyed and smiling. I lay next
    to her and kissed her, tasting the other girls 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 my 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 round 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 my self-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 lets face it
    pretty lame visual material, when up pop to 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, its 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 chose 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.’

    Part 7: Pussy Cat Pile

    OK I hear you. I know it all seems a bit unlikely but
    that’s how it happened. There I was, sitting on the sofa
    being asked if I would become the shagging stud for a woman
    who blew my brains (and fortunately my cock) and two
    lesbians, gorgeous lesbians at that, who wanted ‘a bit of
    cock every now and then’.

    The only thing was that I wasn’t allowed to initiate
    anything with the Pussy Cats until they were ready.
    Apparently they wanted the four of us, as two couples to
    live together being uninhibited with our lovemaking to each
    other, although Simone had told them about the theatre box
    and that she really wanted to have them herself. To begin
    with I was going to have to watch them pleasure Simone
    without touching the two of them.

    What was I supposed to say …no thanks I’ll nip back to
    that bedsit with the battle-axe landlady!

    That evening was enjoyable. We chatted and generally became
    friends. I began to wonder just when all the free-swinging
    sex was going to kick in. The Pussy Cats were snuggled up
    together and I noticed that as we talked and drank our wine
    Julie’s hand was between Kim’s thighs, quite clearly
    stroking her pussy. Not urgently, not rushed just soft
    gentle, almost fingertip, caresses across her cotton
    panties.

    Mid conversation Kim stood up and slipped her panties off,
    revealing a rich carroty muff framed by her pale ivory skin
    and sat back down, but now with her legs wide open. Julie’s
    fingers continued in the same way, as did the conversation.
    Simone was simply staring and I could just smell a hint of
    her intoxicating scent.

    Julie noticed first, Kim intently talking directly to me
    about ancient text translation, and said, ‘Simmy darling,
    come over here.’

    Simone needed no further invitation and scampered over. I
    was now left in an armchair with the three of them right in
    front of me. Kim smiled and lifted her T-shirt off settling
    deeper into the sofa, now stark naked. Simone just stopped
    in front of her kneeling, a little unsure what to do so
    Julie crawled down onto the floor with her. Taking Simone’s
    hand she placed it between Kim’s open thighs. Simone had
    already had a sudden and explosive introduction to Sapphic
    love so showed no hesitation. Her fingers went to work
    drawing a deep sigh from Kim, thrilled at the element of
    newness for Simone.

    Meanwhile, aside from the fact that I was now naked and
    erect, Julie slipped her own panties and T-shirt off. Naked
    and clearly trying to hold back her urgency she cuddled in
    behind Simone, pressing her breasts and pussy against her.
    Her hands started to explore my lover, fingers combed
    through her hair then softly traced over her face, running
    several times around her lips. I wanted to get a better
    position so moved to clearly see Simone’s front. Don’t get
    me wrong, Julie’s tanned back, arse and legs with her thick
    black hair were a sight to behold but I wanted to savour
    Simone’s initiation as much as possible. I know, I know but
    I thought of this as her initiation.

    Simone was wearing a dressing gown and as Julie’s fingers
    slid down her neck and under the collar Simone sighed and
    let her hands fall to her sides. Kim started to rub her
    pussy herself, clearly transfixed by Simone whose eyes had
    closed. The dressing gown fell to the floor revealing Simmy
    in one go. No slow peeling off of clothes, no tentative
    fumbling with nervous fingers, her body came into full
    view. Simone as we know was no stranger to exhibiting
    herself but the situation was different, charged with an
    intimacy. She whimpered with anticipated pleasure.

    We had lit candles for the evening with the lights off,
    drunk wine; the atmosphere was deeply erotic and sensuous.
    Julie’s hands moved to Simmy’s breasts and cupped them at
    which she jumped and cried out. Her body visibly shook with
    tension as Julie massaged her flesh and squeezed her
    already very erect nipples.

    The touching had become more urgent, more definite as both
    hands slowly pressed into her belly, sinking lower. As the
    fingers of Julie’s right hand slid through Simmy’s bush her
    head lolled and she let out a long deep pent up moan, Julie
    leant back and softly fell to the floor, pulling Simmy with
    her.

    Julie opened her legs to accommodate Simmy’s sweet buttocks
    now pressing against her hot labia and started a long slow
    finger and palm massage covering Simmy’s entire pussy. She
    squeezed her lips together trapping her clitty in fleshy
    walls. Kim slipped off the sofa and moved above Simmy as if
    a man about to thrust his urgent, aching cock into her.

    I was entranced. My gorgeous lover was sandwiched between
    two incredible women. Kim pressed herself down and kissed
    Simmy open mouthed, her tongue clearly slicing through her
    lips. She positioned herself so her wet and now highly
    sensitive pussy rode Julie’s knuckles.

    The combined weight seemed to enhance Julie’s pleasure as
    she quickened her rubbing and sucked hard on Simmy’s ear. I
    was stunned to see her free hand blindly lash out as if
    searching and then grab my cock with an urgency usually
    only seen at the point of orgasm.

    I then realised that Simmy’s buttocks must have been right
    on her clitty and the pressure was raising her need fast.
    She roughly pumped my cock, no elegance to her rubbing
    here, a virgin and clearly one never to have reached any
    petting with boys, her skill was basic at best but balanced
    by a demanding urgency. And the fact that the three were
    clearly approaching a simultaneous orgasm.

    All three were moaning in chorus, their bodies glistening
    in the flickering candlelight and all of a sudden they
    came, together. The timing was amazing, all three went
    rigid, both Simone and Julie were desperately trying to
    close and straighten their legs, which caused the three
    women to rock. Julie’s fist squeezed hard as she came as if
    trying to transpose her climax to me. It did.

    On my haunches, cock held by a 23 year old girl who had
    never held cock I came. A huge orgasm, I groaned loudly as
    I spurted thick cum which landed in sticky lines on all
    three women. Julie released me and flopped, as did the
    other two, limp and sated.

    I moved back and perched on the edge of a chair, my cock
    still twitching and dripping cum, not taking my eyes from
    the women. Simone looked at me and flashed that smile; the
    Pussy Cats were kissing behind Simmy’s head. Simmy
    disentangled herself and dipped her fingers into Kim’s
    pussy then into Julie’s, both still wet, then her own
    saturated quim.

    Moving over she curled into the chair with me and pushed
    her fingers, covered in all three pussy creams into my
    mouth. The taste was exquisite. It seemed like a blooding
    at an initiates first fox hunt. As if it was the ink on a
    contract, signed and sealed. The Pussy Cats had seen it. As
    they rolled over to us we slipped to the floor and for a
    while the four of us lay together, entwined, basking in our
    subsiding climaxes and the knowledge that we were safe to
    be four sexual creatures, bound as one.

    Part 8: The Taking of Julie

    After the last episode life settled into a routine of four
    people coming and going to work and basically shagging all
    over the place. It is amazing how quickly you can accept
    what would usually be considered, say, eccentric, as
    perfectly normal. To begin with I didn’t have any sexual
    contact with the Pussy Cats as such. Julie, having gripped
    my cock previously was fascinated and at times would touch
    and stroke but limited herself to just that. Each time
    though it proved electric from my point of view. There was
    a look of nervous wonder in her face and this just
    heightened my excitement.

    There were so many scenes it is impossible to tell them
    all. As Simone had said on our first meeting the Pussy Cats
    really did just go for it whenever and wherever. They would
    tumble in the front door after work, giggling, fall to the
    hall floor and make love passionately, semi clothed, get up
    afterwards and carry on as if nothing had happened. One
    time I was just coming out of the kitchen, when one of
    their fall in the floor escapades was starting.

    As they rolled I tripped and fell, ending up in such a
    position that I could neither stand or crawl out since we
    had become tangled. They ignored me. I was only wearing
    boxer shorts and T-shirt. I lay back and simply enjoyed.
    Don’t ask what position we were in, it was just a tangle of
    limbs and torsos with the two of them in a vague 69. At
    least both had their mouths to pussies.

    My face was inches from Kim’s as she went to work on
    Julie’s pussy. My cock was trapped against a stocking
    thigh, which kept rubbing me. I didn’t cum; both girls came
    quickly and got up leaving me on the floor with a raging
    hard on, both thinking it was funny.

    On another occasion, I was making toast in the kitchen. It
    was morning and Julie and Kim were having their breakfast
    at the table. Simone darted in from her shower, still
    naked, knelt in front of me and started to suck my cock. I
    leant against the worktop becoming breathless as her tongue
    worked its way around my shaft. Leaning forward I couldn’t
    see her, just feel. Her mouth must have looked a blur as
    she took me into mouth fast, pumping herself up and down,
    sucking hard, her cheeks squeezing me. I came very quickly;
    she swallowed and ran out again. Not a word was said.

    As I said I fell into this quickly. One evening, we were
    all watching telly. Mid conversation I took my turn by
    kneeling between Simone’s thighs and burying my face in her
    pussy. I probed her soft flesh with my tongue, licking
    along her lips and sucking her whole labia into my mouth,
    still using my tongue to lick her. She tried to ignore me
    and carry on talking. I felt her hands on the back of my
    head though; she wasn’t ignoring me that much.

    I like doing this and can lose myself between her thighs. I
    am happy to stay there for ages, bringing her close,
    letting her fall back and repeating many times. I tend to
    lose track of anything else and was caught by surprise when
    I felt a naked body press against my naked back and hands
    take hold of my balls and cock. Simone kept wriggly and as
    her thighs raised, I caught a glimpse of red hair. Kim was
    behind me and it was apparent that she did know how to
    stroke cock.

    Her lips came close to my ear, she whispered, ‘Do you want
    to do that to Julie?”

    I did. This time as Simmy started to pass over the edge I
    let her go, she bucked and cried out as her pussy puckered
    and sucked on my tongue. Easing away from her, my face
    covered in her juices I saw that Julie had sat next to her,
    legs open. I moved along to be in front of her, then it hit
    me.

    Kim was still moulded to my back, her hands working wonders
    on my stiff cock and as I looked round, Simmy had
    positioned herself flat on her back, head looking straight
    up to Kim’s pussy. I felt Kim stiffen round me, squeeze me
    harder as Simmy’s mouth kissed me on the lips! The thing
    was though, I was about to be the first man to taste Julie.
    I have to say I was a bit nervous.

    Julie was beautiful. Very toned and firm with largish
    breasts her skin was darkly tanned, her long black hair
    flowed around her. She had placed her feet on my shoulders
    letting her knees fall outwards. Her pussy was totally
    exposed. Trimmed, her bush was black and thick like her
    hair but her slit was pronounced and was clearly visible
    with an enormous clitty, hard as nails sticking out. I
    moved in. All nervousness vanished as I tasted her. She was
    like wine, a full-bodied red, a deep sweet musky taste and
    scent, strong and intoxicating.

    I spent time simply licking her lips, parting them with the
    tip of my tongue, sliding down to lick the delicate
    sensitive skin beneath, just in front of her anus, rising
    again to circle her clitty.

    She became insistent and I drew that hard stalk into my
    mouth, an inch long I sucked on her, which made her hips
    buck. This girl was well used to be eaten, so I was
    delighted when her juices freely flowed but I also think
    that having a man for the first time between her thighs did
    act as an additional stimulus.

    I wanted to bring her to orgasm, Kim was still glued to me
    though now softly stroking my bursting cock. I could sense
    that she was concentrating on the tongue between her lips.
    Suddenly Kim pulled away.

    ‘Wait’ she said, ‘Julie….how do you feel?’

    ‘Ready.’

    ‘OK, Cam, Simmy, come to our bedroom.’

    I knew where this was going. Julie eyes said it all.
    Obviously we had been building to this, I knew that. We all
    went into the bedroom where Kim pulled the duvet from the
    bed and eased Julie onto it. Julie readily lay back with
    her legs spread. Kim and Simmy lay either side of her
    holding her like two bookends. Kim looked at me, standing
    at the floor of the bed, naked and erect.

    ‘This girl is my lover’ she said ‘she is my life, my
    breath, my heartbeat. No man has even touched her save you.
    She wants to feel cock inside her, hot pulsing cock, living
    flesh and she wants to feel you spurt yourself in her
    belly’ Julie’s eyes were wide with lust.

    I knelt then supported my self over her. Kim’s hand took
    hold of my throbbing cock and guided me to her lover’s
    lips. Simmy’s hand gripped my balls. Julie had been entered
    before, fingers, dildos but this was clearly different.

    The head of my cock touched her. Kim very slowly used the
    end of my cock to rub her slit and clitty. I was straining
    to control myself. Then her hand inched me forward. Julie’s
    eyes were fixed to mine her mouth open as I eased forward.
    He lips parted and my head slipped inside. She cried out
    and breathed raggedly. Her arms tightened around the two
    other women, Kim’s fingers took hold of Julie’s clit,
    releasing me to slide into her lover.

    I took my time, slowly, inching into her. She shuddered and
    twitched constantly and then I was there. Fully buried, to
    the hilt. Simmy’s hand massaged around my balls and Julie’s
    anus. Kim, her fingers flat, was squashed between us but on
    her hard nub. Julie lifted her arms and took my head in her
    hands, lifting her face to mine we kissed. Our mouths met
    tentatively and then more urgently. I began to pull back,
    slowly savouring her incredibly tight walls as they held
    me, vice like.

    Then I fucked her, long steady stokes, building to a fast
    constant thrusting, kissing deeply all the time, Kim’s hand
    working hard circles around her clit, I sensed Simmy slip
    her finger into Julie’s anus, lubricated but her stream of
    juices. I felt a welling up inside of me at the same time
    as Julie began to spasm, she was crying out with every
    thrust and the relentless rubbing from Kim. Julie arched
    her back and went rigid, her arms crushed around me, her
    pussy strangled my cock as she herself thrust her hips to
    me.

    I held fast as I felt my hot cum traveled through my
    tightening balls, up my shaft. I felt as if there was a
    moment of plugged pressure and then and explosion as I
    spurted into Julie. I groaned and went rigid myself unable
    to control anything, I jerked, lost completely not just in
    intense pleasure but way back in my mind, the knowledge of
    taking this woman for the first time.

    It seemed to last for hours then we both slumped. I fell on
    her, drained. We were both covered in sweat. She lay there,
    still breathing fast and shallow. Kim was crying, not with
    any sense of loss of sadness. She was smiling with a look
    of pure joy. I kissed her and then Simmy. I was still hard
    and could feel every twitch, every aftershock in Julie’s
    pussy but I slipped out of her. As I did she looked at me
    and smiled mouthing a thank you, then rolled into Kim’s
    arms. Their love seemingly cemented even more.

    Simmy was glazed. We both left our lovers lying together
    and went to her room. We made love. Slowly, gently and
    seemed ourselves to draw closer to one another.

    Part 9: Kim and the Guests

    In the morning I awoke before Simmy, who lay beside me
    naked, her hair spread across the pillow. My cock was rock
    hard, as usual in the morning and as I lay there
    considering her thighs and sliding down between them to
    wake her with the best morning call devised, I heard
    moaning coming from the Pussy Cats bedroom. Naked I
    wandered through and found them enjoying a 69.

    Julie was on top, her splendid buttocks staring at me as I
    walked in. Kim was licking her with her morning urgency and
    obviously responding to Julie’s ministrations. Unable to
    see Julie’s face and Kim’s pussy I settled down in a chair
    to watch. My cock was becoming almost painful with the
    stress of watching them and I purposefully left myself
    alone, letting the tension build.

    Kim then caught sight of me and without removing her mouth
    from Julie’s lips beckoned with her eyes. Already we were
    all communicating in subtle ways and I knew immediately
    what she meant. I approached.

    The heights were perfect, my swollen cock bobbed directly
    in line with Julie’s pussy and as Kim concentrated on her
    lover’s clit, without warning, I slipped my cock into
    Julie. She wasn’t expecting it and squealed, lifted her
    head and tried to turn. Kim brought her knees to bear and
    clamped them around the dark haired girl holding her fast.

    I buried my stiff cock to the hilt in one smooth thrust as
    Julie groaned loudly. Both girls were already close to
    their orgasms and I wasn’t far behind. I kept up a fast
    steady thrusting as Julie went back to sucking Kim’s quim
    hard making Kim writhe frantically.

    I could sense Kim was cumming and suddenly Julie’s pussy
    tightened further, her body shuddering. The Pussy Cats were
    both cumming and that triggered mine. I slammed hard
    against Julie and resigned to my pulsing spurts, gripping
    her hips. Mid orgasm I felt extra hands take hold of my
    balls and tug.

    This served to intensify and prolong my orgasm, I threw my
    head back and cried out as Simmy pressed herself against
    me. As I finished she pulled my head down and kissed me,
    deep and long as my cock slipped out of Julie.

    This is how things ended up. Morning, day and night I would
    find myself freely enjoying myself alone whilst in their
    company, coupled with Simmy, Julie, all three or any other
    combination. I had Kim when the two of us were alone. Both
    Julie and Simmy were at work. Kim and I were watching a
    movie on telly when she suddenly stripped, tore my clothes
    off and straddled me on the sofa.

    Kim looked wonderful to me, tall and slim with medium
    breasts she had a mane of red hair with a thick carroty
    muff, ivory pale skin and incredible blue eyes.

    The contrasting colours topped by a soft, throaty Irish
    accent extenuated her to a fantasy level. Nothing was said.
    She rubbed her wet pussy on my hardening cock and when
    fully erect simply sank onto me. She pressed her body
    against me as hard and as close and possible, her hands
    stole under my buttocks and gripped hard. Her mouth came to
    mine in a passionate, frantic and dominant crush, her
    tongue lancing into me as I lanced into her down below.

    Miraculously we both lasted for a long time. She did most
    of the work, grinding and pounding hard up and down my
    shaft, both of us moaning in time with the intense and
    relentless rhythm. Kim’s hand left my buttocks and came to
    my head, her fingers entwined in my hair gripping me. She
    stopped kissing and whispered in my ear, ‘I fucking needed
    this’ at which point she slammed down onto my lap and went
    rigid, breathing in and holding her breath.

    Then she let out a long, high pitched moan as her pussy
    pulsated around my shaft, her hips bucked and she let go
    all control. Her legs and arms went wild, her breath came
    in giant gasps as every part of her body convulsed. All I
    could do was hold on as if on the ride of my life. She was
    though, riding me in the truest sense of the word.

    Then she went limp, suddenly flopping down one me, my cock
    as hard and erect as ever. Her pussy was giving out massive
    aftershocks, spasming and squeezing me. In this sudden and
    complete calm, Kim, covered in sweat, virtually a dead
    weight in my lap triggered an unusual orgasm in me. The
    spine in the small of my back seemed to tighten and a
    streak of heat shot to my balls where they tightened like
    never before.

    My semen traveled very slowly as if blocked by a cork,
    resisting the inevitable rush. I could feel the thick cream
    filling my cock in slow motion, building in pressure. Kim’s
    pussy kept up a gentle massaging as the bough broke and I
    came in one long continuous gush. No separate spurts, a
    long squeeze taking in my entire body came in a jet of cum.
    I held Kim close as I came down from an incredible height.
    Now I had had all three women.

    We stayed locked together for a while. I enjoyed feeling
    Kim’s sated body glued to mine. After a while I slid to my
    back lengthways on the sofa with Kim laying on top of me,
    her head pillowed on my chest. The silence was comfortable
    and when I spoke I spoke quietly, maintaining the intimate
    aura around us ‘Why?’ I asked.

    ‘Why what?

    ‘Why did you fucking need that. I am a bit confused about
    all this you know. Simmy never really explained why you and
    Julie wanted a man. I mean, doesn’t it go against you being
    lesbians?’

    ‘What makes you think that all lesbians hate men. Some do.
    But not all. In any case what is a lesbian, for that matter
    what is a gay man. I used to have boyfriends and I suppose
    now I have one again, well a piece of one anyway. You are
    now our boyfriend, I think all for of us a falling in love
    with each other, don’t you?’

    ‘Hmmm. Yeah I suppose so. I am in love with Simmy and I
    know now she could never leave you two and I am getting
    quite attached to my….. Pussy Cats.’

    ‘Well there you go’ Kim came up onto her elbows, her face
    hovering inches above mine. I stirred down below, she
    really was a vision.

    ‘It’s about love. I love Julie. In the same way any couple
    love each other, for both of us sex was a secondary issue.
    We fell in love. Plain and simple. I still have the same
    sexual urges though, Julie was getting them so you seemed
    the idea offering and when it worked for you and Simmy….
    it couldn’t have been better.’

    ‘OK…. I think that…. hhhhmmmmm,’ I couldn’t say
    anymore, Kim kissed me, her soft lips met mine and her
    delicate tongue slid into my mouth and my cock started to
    fill with blood. Before long I was inside her again but
    this time things were slow, really slow. She slid up and
    down my cock leisurely, softly murmuring as we carried on
    kissing.

    * * * *

    That evening I made love to Simmy on the sofa while Kim and
    Julie watched TV beside us. They didn’t join in this time
    except to massage my balls when I came.

    Afterwards we all sat together entwined, absent-mindedly
    stroking and caresses each other whilst chatting and
    watching the box. Simmy mentioned that her mother and
    sister were coming to stay for a while, arriving at the
    weekend. Simmy turned out to be 35 as I had guessed, her
    mother had had her young, an accident with a boyfriend and
    was now 52. Her mother had been married several times and
    was once again divorced but did have another daughter,
    Charlotte who was now 16, a half sister to Simmy.

    We talked about her family and I learned that her mother
    had been a model and although 52 looked and felt only 40.
    Her sister had inherited the family looks as well and
    although she had a different father she resembled Simone
    closely. I wasn’t quite sure how this was going to fit with
    our new domestic arrangements so thought of the coming
    visit with mixed feelings. I could have been wrong but
    something in Simmy’s voice hinted at…. me being busy.

    The build up to the weekend had me in a bundle of nerves
    and when the day arrived I was a wreck. To relax me they
    virtually threw me onto the bed and all three went to work
    on my cock. It worked. They remained dressed with me naked
    and three tongues, mouths, six lips…. well what can I
    say?

    When they arrived I was truly knocked for six. Not only was
    I involved with three beautiful women but our guests were
    exquisite to boot.

    Charlotte was simply a younger version of Simmy but carried
    herself well beyond her years. She wore her clothes like a
    model, a summer dress that did nothing to hide the shape of
    her body. An hourglass body with large firm breasts the
    young woman was drop dead gorgeous. When she moved she
    spelt sex.

    Her mother took my breath away, tall, about 5’10 and slim
    with pert breasts pressing against a silk blouse. Shapely
    legs appeared beneath a tight skirt. Again the thick dark
    hair, huge brown eyes and long eyelashes, full mouth framed
    by a face to launch a million ships, let alone a thousand.
    She walked towards me with cat like grace, extended her
    hand and said in a thick French accent ‘I am Simone’s
    Mother, Helena. I have heard so much about you.’ She put
    emphasis on the word much and I blushed.

    I actually blushed. I never blush. But she was something
    else. 52?

    Maybe, but she really did look 40 or younger.

    My cock was engorged and straining against my trousers. How
    the hell was I going to survive this. I assumed, wrongly,
    that we would be restraining our normal activities. Oh how
    wrong I was. She spoke again, ‘I met your neighbours
    downstairs on the way in. A gorgeous black girl and her
    blonde…. flatmate.’ She said flatmate with a small smile.
    Yes, she had the smile.

    Oh how I was wrong!

    Part 10: One Man and Six Women

    That evening was the start, the real start of things to
    come. Up to now I had been teased in the sense that I had
    no idea to the extent at which my sexual stamina would be
    put to the test. I picked up very early on that Helena was
    a very sensual woman who new exactly how to employ her
    assets. It was very clear where Simone had developed her
    unconscious ability to arouse simply with a look.

    Charlotte had not been left out of the loop either.
    Although younger, she already possessed the obviously
    genetic sense of what worked. Her every move was executed
    in such away as to have maximum impact, yet understated,
    dismissing any thought cynical thought that there was an
    anterior motive.

    It was also immediately apparent that they both held the
    same freethinking that Simone had demonstrated to me. Both
    new about the Pussy Cats and in no time at had settle into
    the flat as if it were their own. Helena had headed for the
    shower soon after arriving and wandered from Simone’s room
    to mine completely nude, and then back again. Meanwhile
    Charlotte had changed her clothes to a pair of soft cotton
    shorts and loose T-shirt, cut off to reveal her smooth
    belly. It was obvious that she was wearing a bra and I
    guessed her panties were in her room too.

    By the evening I was in a state of complete confused
    arousal. I wanted to have sex there and then, no messing
    around, just simple straightforward sex, but I was still
    not quite sure. We had cleared away the table and were
    lounging around watching TV and chatting. I knew Simone
    could see my erection outlined against my jogging pants and
    sensed she was holding in a laugh, as if she was keeping a
    secret. It was then that Helena said with that smile of
    hers, ‘Hey Cameron, you feeling comfortable there.’

    The penny had dropped. I knew then that my domestic
    situation had not changed one iota with Simone’s family
    being here. I took the bull by the horns.

    Charlotte was sitting opposite me talking with Kim. It was
    her I homed in on. I stood up and lifted my T-shirt off and
    then pushed my bottoms off revealing myself to everyone,
    fully erect. I was nervous. What the hell would happen if I
    had got this wrong. Charlotte was 16 and looked older,
    perfectly legal, that wasn’t my concern, it was the simple
    error of assuming everything and everyone was on the dinner
    plate. I need not have worried. Charlotte was now watching
    me with glee.

    I walked over to her and knelt, noticing that the others
    had gathered round. Helena has hurriedly taking her clothes
    off as was Simone. Julie virtually pounced on Kim her mouth
    and hands ravaging her. I had got it right.

    Charlotte lifted her bare, delicate feet and started using
    her soles and toes to masturbate my cock.

    The sensation was glorious and she had obviously done it
    before. I leaned forward and as I reached for her shorts,
    pulling them down, she took her T-shirt off. Her body was
    enough to drive the breath from my lungs. Her breasts were
    full, rounded, firm and topped with large erect chocolate
    nipples. Her belly was flat, her hips wide with legs
    holding a perfect shape. Her pussy was bare, naturally
    bare. I found out later that for some reason it just never
    grew.

    I could not contain myself. With Charlotte’s feet still
    working their magic on my cock I opened her thighs and
    French kissed her pussy. She was dripping. I spread her
    lips and tongued her as deeply as I could, the situation
    did not call for subtlety and I used my thumb to rub in a
    circular motion on her protruding clitoris. The evening had
    obviously been charged for all of us, Charlotte came in
    seconds, her hips bucking hard, she clamped her thighs
    around my head and I felt her feet leave me to be replaced
    by a mouth. I did not know who’s. I couldn’t breath as her
    wonderful nectar poured down my throat and filled my
    nostrils.

    I moved my hands to her buttocks and using the wetness from
    her pussy, eased my finger into her arse. It seemed to
    prolong her orgasm, or trigger a series of continuing
    climaxes. I heard her cry out just as the mouth on my cock
    sucked incredibly hard. I lost total control, groaning
    loudly into Charlotte’s pussy I spasmed and spurted my
    cream into, as it turned out, her mother’s mouth. Helena
    was an Olympic gold medallist at cock sucking and was doing
    movements with her tongue, which drew every last bit of
    jism from me.

    As I slumped to the floor, Charlotte quickly slid on top of
    me, straddling my softening cock, rubbing her silky pussy
    on it. Her mouth crushed to mine, her exquisite globes
    rubbed against my chest. I was delirious but became aware
    of Charlotte stiffening, her head lifted and she moaned. I
    looked past her and saw Julie had strapped on a dildo and
    pushed into Charlottes arse. Charlotte was grunting, her
    eyes tightly shut as Julie began to thrust slow, steady
    strokes. My cock sprang back to hardness and Simone took
    hold of me easing me into her sister.

    I picked up the motion with Julie and we both thrust
    alternately, as if two hammers were punching in a fence
    post. Charlotte couldn’t speak.

    Julie and I picked up the speed, reaching a pounding pace,
    thumping into Charlotte for all we were worth. Charlotte’s
    pussy contracted, it had already been tight, now I thought
    my cock would never escape and Charlotte had another
    orgasm. As the tidal wave hit her, I thrust as deep as I
    could and held my cock in, Julie did the same, timed to be
    beyond Charlotte’s point of no return. She orgasmed with my
    cock in her pussy and Julie’s prosthetic up her arse.

    This time Charlotte slumped, utterly drained. I was still
    raging and desperate for someone else. As I crawled from
    the murmuring, twitching girl I came upon a sight, which I
    shall always remember. In the middle of the room, Helena
    and Simone were in a 69, Helena on top. I was paralysed.
    Simone’s eyes met mine as she urgently suckled on her
    mother’s pussy. I had not thought of this permutation, my
    mind absorbed with Helena and Charlotte as individuals
    looking only to me. At first I was shocked and then, and
    then…. I exploded.

    I fell to my knees and in one massive thrust, impaled
    Helena, Simone’s 52 year old mother, Charlottes mother, on
    my cock and taking a firm grip on her hips fucked her like
    nothing else. Simone’s tongue ran frantically over my
    pistoning shaft and Helena’s stretched lips and clitty.
    Helena was shuddering. I did not let up. I could feel my
    balls boiling. Then it happened.

    I pulled back with enormous force, right out of her and
    blindly hit home again. But Helena screamed, her head
    flying up from Simone’s pussy and I realised I had fully
    entered her arse, right to my pubic bone. My cock was
    drenched with pussy juice and saliva which had enabled easy
    entry, but not that easy.

    ‘YES’ Helena shouted, ‘YES YES YES, fuck me hard, harder’
    her voice was ragged and laced even heavily with her French
    accent. It dawned on me that this was very much her thing,
    which is why I had entered her so fast. Beyond any sense of
    boundaries I fucked her arse, hard. Very quickly, she came,
    Simone was sucking on her clit and her arse tightened. The
    pressure was intense and I felt my cum racing through my
    balls and cock and spurting deep inside her. I jerked for
    an eternity.

    We orgasmed together, our bodies glued together.

    20 minutes later we all lay together on the floor. Julie
    and Kim had been next to us, themselves in a 69. All of us
    had been sated but as we were to find out, not for long. We
    had been extremely noisy. The neighbours could not normally
    hear anything, but tonight there was a knock at the door.

    Part 11: Building Up To Six Women

    We were all feeling warm and sleepy, the lights were low
    and the flat felt comfortable. I was dimly aware that the
    room was filled with the aroma of our lovemaking as
    Charlotte wandered over to the door and opened it,
    forgetting that she was totally nude. From where we were we
    could hear the startled cry form our downstairs neighbour
    as this beautiful young woman confronted her. The
    conversation was a little surreal comprising of, what
    seemed like, feigned indignation and awkward embarrassment.

    Simone had been gently stoking my cock so I was semi erect,
    hanging, yet clearly engorged and only a lick away from a
    full flagpole. Feeling mischievous I stood and went to the
    hallway slipping my arm around Charlotte, standing naked
    and clearly aroused in front of this new woman. She was
    pretty with blonde hair and a slim body and the most deep
    blue eyes I had ever seen. She wore a business suit and
    appeared to have only recently got in from work. I smiled.

    ‘I just wanted to say that I feel the noise from this flat,
    and the type of noises are just too much. I must ask you,
    no, I insist that you keep quiet…. I…. um….’ her
    words became lost as she realised that I was naked. She was
    trying desperately to look me in the face but her eyes
    betrayed her as they flicked up and down. She really was
    quite lovely and crimson with embarrassment at which my
    cock rose to its full glory, for some reason becoming very
    aroused at her discomfort. She let out the longest sigh,
    which sounded full of frustration, and ended up just
    staring at my hard cock, she sagged a little and leant
    against the doorframe.

    Charlotte sensed a change in her. Kneeling before me she
    took my cock into her mouth and slowly started to suck me,
    making sure that the angle was kept clear so our neighbour
    could see everything. Her wet lips and tongue massaged the
    length and head of my cock as she used a lot of salver to
    drench me so that the spectacle was enhanced. The blonde
    was transfixed and almost without realising it she slipped
    to her knees.

    Looking down at her I studied her as best I could from my
    angle of view. She wore medium high court shoes with nylons
    over shapely legs and a smart grey skirt and jacket with a
    white blouse. Whilst I was taking this in she shuffled
    forward and almost pulled Charlotte off me, who stood and
    kissed me before returning to the writhing mass of female
    flesh I could see over my shoulder.

    The blonde simply took over from where Charlotte had left
    and with small groaning whimpers sucked me as though she
    had been starved of sustenance for years. I was stunned at
    her skill but more with her enthusiasm, the animal passion
    with which she sucked me was incredible and in a short time
    I came, filling her mouth. I thought she might pull away
    but she stuck fast until I had completely stopped,
    swallowing all my cum. I dropped to my knees as she fell
    into my arms.

    ‘I don’t know what to say’ she murmured ‘ I have never done
    anything like that, I mean, well, I have sucked before
    obviously but not just like that with a complete
    stranger….I am so embarrassed.’

    ‘Hey, lets have none of that’ I answered ‘tell you what,
    come with me’ She made no protest as I led her out to the
    staircase and sat her down halfway. Lifting her skirt,
    revealing stockings and panties I eased the gusset to one
    side and without any introductions, I licked her pussy from
    bottom to top, slowly, letting my tongue sink between her
    lips and then right over her already hard clit. She
    squealed and threw her thighs wider apart. Her hands
    suddenly gripped the back of my head and she ground herself
    against my mouth, thrusting her hips in a frantic spasmic
    urgency. I had hardly licked and sucked her before she came
    in massive pent up convulsions, throwing her head back and
    almost growling.

    She slumped back on the stairs but her body still stirred.
    Moving with anticipation. It was then that I noticed her
    flatmate, a tall willowy black girl with a face that could
    almost certainly have launched five thousand ships, staring
    at us through the stair rails.

    Her eyes flashed as she smiled and reached through cupping
    her friends face in her hand.

    ‘At last, my sweet, sweet Camilla, at last,’ she said with
    a husky voice that gripped my shaft, then looking at me she
    said ‘carry her into our flat.’

    I did. And I was still naked.

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