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I hadn’t planned on a second chapter, but the response to the story was so positive to that I thought I’d try it. Let me know what you think — particularly if you’d like a Chapter 3 – via comments and votes.
As in the previous chapter, all characters are 18 or over.
I woke to my find my cock was being gently and affectionately squeezed.
I looked rather blearily around the room. It looked like the power was back — the clock of the old DVD player was flashing. The room was cool, but the fire was just starting to blaze up again — somebody, probably Eleanor, had put some more logs on it.
“Hello,” whispered a voice. “I’m sorry to wake you up.”
I looked over. Jen was there, looking a little nervous even as her hand continued to work away at me. It was having the desired effect, I noticed.
“That’s all right,” I whispered back. “Where are the others? And why are we whispering?”
“Eleanor told me to let you sleep. She said you must be very tired. She’s getting some breakfast and feeding the cats. Kaz has gone for a shower. She said she’s all sticky, though I don’t know why she’d want to wash everything off. I really like it.”
I digested this.
She gazed down at my groin.
“And, I know it’s a bit greedy, but I thought, well, I’ve kind of got you all to myself. Just for a few minutes. Do you mind?”
I lay back and contemplated the ceiling.
“No. I don’t mind at all.”
She leaned over and kissed me lightly on the mouth. I slipped my arm around and pulled her closer, and her kiss became firmer and more passionate. I ran both hands down her back and stroked her hips and the top of her buttocks. She made a kind of appreciative purring noise at the back of her throat and wriggled on top of me.
She broke the kiss. “It’s so nice, not having to share you. I know I’m not as pretty as Eleanor, or as sexy as Kaz, but you still like me, don’t you?”
“Jen… you’re completely lovely and perfect. Don’t ever worry on that score.”
“Thank you,” she said, and kissed me again. “Do you think you could… you know, just for a minute or two?”
I feigned ignorance. “Do what, exactly?”
“You know! Put it in me! Just until they come back. They’re going to be cross but I don’t care. Please?”
“Push yourself up a little,” I said to her softly. When she did so I reached down and took hold of my cock, now completely erect. “Now… lower yourself down… that’s it.”
She moaned as the tip probed her entrance, and then gasped as she pushed down more firmly and I slid fully into her.
“Oh… god, yes. That is just… so nice. Is it nice for you, too? It must be.”
“It’s perfect,” I said, a little breathlessly. “And this is my favourite position, as it happens.”
“Like this? Me on top of you?”
“Yes… I like to be able to pull you close to my chest, feel those lovely breasts of yours squashed against me. And I like to be able to hold you tight, and then push upwards into you, and fuck you as hard or as slow as I want…”
She sighed as I demonstrated.
“Yes. I like that. Fuck me as hard as you want.”
For several minutes I did just that. She seemed to disappear inside herself for a while, lost in her own pleasure. Her tight slit provided a delicious, desperate friction that I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist for long.
“You can come in me,” she murmured. “I worked it out, while you were still asleep. It’s quite safe. I’d like to feel it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. But not yet, please. Keep fucking me. I’m so close. So… close.”
“Jennifer! What are you doing!” Eleanor was back, holding a tray with tea things and looking very disapproving. Behind her, Kaz smirked.
“Sorry Lennie… couldn’t help myself… it’s so lovely… god I’m going to come…”
Eleanor came into the room and set the tea things down on the table. Kaz came over to us and gave Jen a hearty smack on the backside.
“You,” she said, “are a cock hog.”
“Sorry Kaz… oh fuck… do that again… I’m so close…”
Kaz considered, then decided to be kind. She gave Jen another loving wallop and the younger girl howled with relief as her orgasm overtook her. The feeling of having that pulsating, sweaty, sexy bundle trembling on top of me was too much, and I came too, shooting several ropes of come into that tight, welcoming passage.
“Honestly Jen,” said Eleanor severely. “I just can’t turn my back on you for a second. I told you to let him sleep!”
“Sorry Lennie… god, my head is spinning.”
She rolled off and collapsed onto the mattress beside me, still gasping for air. With a brisk efficiency Kaz knelt down and began to suck me clean. She was only wearing a t-shirt with nothing underneath it and her shaven pussy peeped out cheerfully at me as she did so.
“Mmm,” she said. “Andy and Jen flavour.”
Eleanor sighed. “I can’t believe we’ve become so… debauched!”
“Yeah right,” said Kaz, pausing in her task. “Like you weren’t in the kitchen earlier wondering how long we yeşilköy escort could keep him for and whether we could get your mum to stay away for another night.”
“I was just… speculating on how nice it would be. But obviously Andy… may need to be on his way. The snow stopped ages ago and it looks like they’ve cleared most of the road.”
“I’d bet he’d like to stay her forever,” said Kaz. “Wouldn’t you, Andy? Your own personal house of devoted sex slaves?”
“I would be… delighted to stay here for as long as you’d, er, have me,” I agreed. “But I should probably show my face at work this morning.”
Eleanor looked wistful. “Yes, and I’m afraid Mummy’s texted me to say she’s going to be back around lunchtime, so we’d better make sure you’re safely out of the way in plenty of good time.”
Jen propped herself up on one arm, and looked at us all very seriously.
“But we have to do this again! We can’t just… not ever see Andy anymore.”
“You are a total slut,” said Kaz, stroking her hair. Her other hand was still firmly grasping my cock, but she seemed to think it was clean enough now.
“I know! I didn’t realise until last night. I mean, I thought I might be, given how I just think about sex all the time. But now I can actually do it, it’s even better. And we’re like a little… secret sex club. How cool is that?”
“Very cool,” said Kaz. “Even your sister thinks so, really.”
Eleanor busied herself pouring the tea. “Yes… it’s certainly been… very nice.”
Kaz scoffed and Jen yelped indignantly. “Very nice? Lennie!”
“Of course I’d like to see Andy again,” said Eleanor. “But he’s busy… and it might not be easy to arrange.”
Jen thought about this. “He could marry Mummy.”
“Why not? Then he could sneak into our rooms at night whenever we wanted him.”
“Because… he’d belong to Mummy then. And that would be mean, and I don’t want to go behind her back. Besides, he might not want to marry her. And she’s seeing that bookshop owner.”
“She said she wasn’t!”
“She is really. She just doesn’t want us nosing around.”
“Well, can’t he marry you then, Lennie? You don’t mind sharing, do you?”
“Jen, you are being completely silly. Andy doesn’t want to marry any of us, nor does he need to. If he’d like to see us again, I’m sure we can arrange something.”
She passed me a cup of tea. I needed it.
As I sipped my drink, I regarded the three girls who were apparently quite open to the idea of being my own harem. Eleanor was stirring her tea and looking thoughtful. She was wearing a dressing gown that was a little too big for her, and it made her look very young and vulnerable. Kaz was munching a biscuit with the same animal intensity that she seemed to apply to everything. And Jennifer… Jen was grumpily prodding the fire with a poker.
“Do you have any other papers you need to deliver?” Jen asked suddenly.
I shook my head. “Not really.”
“Couldn’t you make some up? And then you’d have to come and see us.”
“But Jen,” said Eleanor. “Mum would be here.”
“Well, we’d get him to bring them when she wasn’t here.”
Eleanor was patient. “Then he doesn’t need to pretend to bring any papers, does he?”
Jen scowled. “Oh yeah. I guess not.”
“Look,” I said. “I’m flattered that you’d like to continue seeing me. And I’d love it too. We’d have to be very careful though. And I’d quite understand if you decided you’d rather… see boys nearer your own age.”
“Oh – bollocks to that!” said Kaz. Even Eleanor looked at me a little scornfully. Jen rolled her eyes.
“We’ll have to work something out then,” I said. “But I should really get myself showered and cleaned up. I’ll have to wear the same clothes and hope my boss doesn’t notice.”
“Do you think you could give me a lift home?” asked Kaz. “It’s on your way, if you’re heading back to town.”
Jen looked at her suspiciously. “You’re not planning anything, are you Kaz?”
“You’re a fine one to talk!”
Jen grumbled. “I just think we should do everything fairly.”
“Come on,” said Eleanor. “I’ll show you where the shower is.”
Eleanor also found me a razor. It was a small ladies razor but it did the job. I hummed to myself under the hot water. I supposed I should feel wretched, exploiting these girls, but I thought I could reasonably claim they were willing participants and indeed, the primary instigators.
As I carefully scraped away the last of the stubble from my chin the shower door opened and Eleanor slipped in to join me.
“Do you mind?” she whispered. “I may not see you for a long time.”
“I really hope you do,” I said.
She smiled and put her arms around my neck. I kissed her deeply and fondly. I guessed I wasn’t supposed to have favourites, but Eleanor was really special.
Somehow, my cock found the energy to harden once again. She put her hand down between my legs and stroked it. I ran my hands zeytinburnu escort down her sides and squeezed her buttocks tenderly, our mouths still locked together. I heard her make a soft, contented noise in her throat.
“You don’t need to do anything,” she whispered. “It’s just nice to be with you, like this.”
I moved a hand around to the front of her and ran my fingers over her pussy. The hot water streamed down us both. Even with that, when I slipped a finger inside her it still felt almost shockingly hot.
“Oh yes, just stroke me like that…”
I gently played with her, my fingers probing and teasing, my other arm holding her close, our mouths still engaging and exploring.
“I know you’ve just been with Jen, and you must be so tired… but could I have you inside me again, just for a moment? I think… that’d be all I need.”
I turned her around and pushed myself up against her, my cock finding its way through the gap in her legs. She arched herself up, reached down, and eased me into her.
“Oh… that’s so lovely…!”
She came almost immediately. I slowly and rhythmically pushed in and out of her, just a smooth rocking motion, as she trembled and gasped. Then, when she was calmer, I switched the water off, eased myself out of her, and turned her around to face me.
“You’re a wonderful girl,” I told her. “I’m so glad I’ve met you, Lennie.”
“Call me Eleanor, please, Andy. I like it when you call me that.”
“I’ll see you soon, Eleanor.”
She looked down at me. “Do you want me to… do anything for you?”
I laughed. “I need a bit more recovery time, I think. But thank you.”
We kissed again, and then she left me to get dressed.
When I went downstairs Jen was looking rather gloomy. Eleanor had made me a large coffee in a sealable cup that she said I could take with me.
I went outside and spent ten minutes clearing snow away from the car and defrosting the windows, my heater running full blast. The driveway was slippery but beyond that it looked like the roads had indeed been gritted and cleared. It was safe to drive, I decided, not without a tinge of regret.
Kaz was waiting by the door when I came back in, a small bag packed and ready. I kissed the other two girls goodbye — both of them gave me long, lingering hugs, and Jen patted my groin mournfully, as if she was bidding farewell to a favourite toy being sent off to the charity shop.
We got into the car and I made my way carefully down the drive, some fourteen hours after I’d first driven along it at the start of my wonderfully exciting and unexpected night.
Eleanor and Jen waved at us until we were out of sight. I turned to Kaz once we reached the road.
“Which way, madam?”
She smiled. “Up here another couple of miles, then we turn left. I’ll shout out when we get there.”
We rode in a companionable silence for a while and I focused mostly on my driving. The roads were still icy in places and the snow was banked high on either side where presumably the snow ploughs had pushed it.
Then she spoke.
“Have you ever done anything like that before?”
“God… no. Not even in my wildest dreams, frankly. I’ve never been with two girls before, let alone three like you.”
I looked at her. “What about you?”
“No… not with boys. With girls, when I was younger, we tried a threesome once. It was a bit… complicated. It actually requires more concentration than you think, doesn’t it?”
“It really does. So… not a success?”
“Mmm, not really. I mean, I’m glad we tried it. But the problem was, one of the girls was VERY bi, and one wasn’t quite sure, so the first girl was really going for it and kinda impatient, and the other girl needed… a bit more encouragement. And, believe it or not, I was kind of the one in between, trying to keep everybody happy.”
“I think you’d probably do that very well, Kaz,” I said.
She looked at me, curious and perhaps a little defensive. “You don’t think I’m just a bossy slut? After last night?”
“No, I’d never think that. You were… wonderful and sexy and rather sweet, in a very naughty way. And I shall always be thankful you were there.”
She seemed pleased with that. “Yes, I don’t think Eleanor would have done anything. Jen… she might have done. She surprised me.”
I nodded. Kaz still seemed to be probing at something.
“You were much rougher with me, than with the other two.”
I was immediately contrite. “Kaz, I’m so sorry. I thought… well, I guess I was kind of just in the moment. Did I hurt you?”
“God no… I really enjoyed it. And I know I’d been a real tease, so it was entirely what I deserved. And I did come, really hard. I’m going to be thinking about that for ages.”
I reached over and squeezed her knee. A slightly vulnerable Kaz. Who would have guessed it?
“You’re a chameleon,” I said.
She looked at me quizzically.
“You’re the one in a social group who fills the gap. Eleanor anadolu yakası escort bayan and Jen, they need somebody louder and outgoing, so that’s what you are. And with those other girls, they needed somebody between the two extremes, so that’s what you became for them.”
She made a face. “Makes me sound like a real loser.”
“No, not at all. People like you are really rare and special.”
“Really?” She looked at me suspiciously, concerned that perhaps I was teasing her.
“Absolutely. You know why you can do that? Because you’re sensitive. Even without realising it, you can pick up the… dynamic in any group, and adjust yourself so that the group works.”
“But… doesn’t that mean… I’m never myself?”
“Maybe a little. But I think if you’re aware of it, you’ll be fine.”
She thought about this for a moment. “Shit, turn left here!” she said, suddenly. “Almost forgot I was supposed to be directing you.”
I squeezed on the brakes and just made the turning, though the driver behind was rightly cross with us. Kaz directed me to the driveway of a large white house, rather grand, certainly a step up from where Eleanor and Jen lived with their mother.
“Should I… let you out here?” I asked slightly nervously. I didn’t want to have to explain her parents why I was dropping their teenage daughter off first thing in the morning.
“You can drive in,” she said. “They won’t be there.”
She nodded. “See the car tracks in the snow? They’re both gone by seven-thirty in the morning. Mum is back around six thirty, dad around eight. Like clockwork.”
There was a ruefulness about the way she said this that made me think she wasn’t thrilled about the arrangement, but I felt I’d done enough amateur psychology for one morning.
“Brothers and sisters?”
“No. Just me.”
I parked the car in their drive, got out, and got her bag out of the boot for her. She took it, then looked at me.
“Will you come in, just for a while? I hate going into the house on my own.”
I hesitated, and looked at my phone to confirm the time. The honest truth was, nobody would notice if I was thirty minutes or so late. We had business all over the region, nobody really knew where anybody was at any one time, and as long as the work got done, there were no problems.
“Just for a few minutes,” I said.
“Sure.” She smiled shyly at me. “Thanks. And I can find you a different tie to wear, if you want. My dad has thousands. He won’t miss one.”
She led the way into the house, taking quite a time to over several impressive locks and then deactivating the burglar alarm. The house was even more impressive on the inside, luxuriously and tastefully furnished. It was also rather impersonal. It felt like somebody’s idea of what a nice upmarket house should look like, perhaps staged for a magazine shoot. It didn’t feel like a home.
“We have a coffee machine that could fly to Mars,” she said. “Come see.”
There was an indeed an impressively large, metallic contraption on the counter in the kitchen. It looked deeply intimidating to me but Kaz confidently produced some mugs and milk and prodded some buttons and a deep, rich aroma was soon spreading around the room. I thought of Eleanor’s battered coffee cup of watery instant coffee, cooling in my car, and felt vaguely disloyal. But… no question, Kaz’s parents had the edge when it came to hot drinks.
While I was sipping cautiously Kaz gestured to me. “I want to show my room,” she said. I could just picture Jen looking at her suspiciously, but she seemed distracted rather than predatory. I thought she probably just didn’t want to be left on her own.
I followed her up the staircase, also a grand affair with a small alcove half-way up with a little chair decoratively perched in it. In case you were so tired by the climb, I imagined. Kaz’s room was at one end of a corridor, a large, open, airy room with its own en-suite bathroom but still very much the bedroom of a young girl. Mainly white décor with bursts of pink in places, including the curtains and pillow cases. Some boy band posters, a large dressing table with an alarming number of tubs and bottles, and there were several piles of clothes in one corner.
She turned and looked at me and wrinkled her nose. “I keep meaning to redecorate,” she said. “But somehow it never seems that important.”
“It’s a nice room, Kaz,” I said. I wasn’t quite sure what she wanted me to say. I was remembering Eleanor’s room last night, which had been smaller and more intimate. I had been excited being in there and I confess I was excited about being in Kaz’s room now. Girl’s bedrooms, at least to boys like me who had never spent as much time in them as we’d have liked when we were younger, always seem attractively off-limits.
“It’s OK, I guess.” She put her bag down off to one side and pulled some clothes off a chair. “Sit down there. You can drink your coffee while I get changed. Maybe if I’m quick you can take me into town? I don’t really want to stay here today, I don’t think.”
“Sure,” I said. I reflected that Jen would definitely be suspicious now. I sat myself down and stretched out.
Kaz smiled at me and took off her jumper and t shirt. Underneath it she wore a white lacy bra with a flower motif. I looked out of the window and pretended to be interested in the distant horizon.
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