A Single man begins a new flat share with three women

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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