drove to a place I'd heard of. I'd no idea what to expect as I hadn't been clubbing for years. We watched the people come and go and I made Charles adjust my dress so it didn't look so out of place before braving the entrance.
"What about the bouncers and that?" I asked him.
"Influence," he said, simply.
My heart was in my mouth as we stepped through the door. One of the doormen caught my eye and gave me a not-unfriendly nod. The club was noisy and full of drunk people.
"Now what?"
"Just walk up to any girl you fancy and offer to buy her a drink or something. I'll check her out and tip you the wink. If she's not okay, she'll turn you down."
"What if she's not clean?"
"You mean like needs a shower?"
"No, I mean, like has AIDS, or herpes or something like that."
"No problem. I'll check that, too."
"So she says yes. Then what?"
"Tell her to come with you and leave."
"Just like that?"
"Just like that."
I wandered around trying to focus amid the flashing lights and shut out the noise from the sound system - and avoid bumping into drunken young men who seemed exceedingly aggressive. After a while I spotted a likely pair and headed in their direction. One had short, blonde hair and the other black hair down to her shoulders. They were both dressed in the regulation low-slung baggy jeans and tight tops. It was the tops that attracted me - or rather, what was in them. The blonde was distinctly curvy and sported an enormous pair of breasts. Her friend's were much smaller but they stuck out like miniature volcanoes from just below her shoulders. I hoped they were real and not held up by girders.
"Hi," I smiled, winsomely I hoped. "Fancy a dance?"
They looked at me for a moment then nodded. "Why not?"
"Yes," said Charles inside my head.
"Okay. Come on then."
Without a word, they put down their unfinished drinks and followed me.
"Both of them?" I asked Charles
He gave a triumphant chuckle. "Yes. Boy, are you in for some fun tonight."
We left the club with another approving nod from the bouncer.
"What are your names?" I asked.
"I'm Debbie and this is Harry."
"Harry?"
"As in Harriet," the dark girl said shortly.
I nearly burst out laughing. The coincidence was too weird.
"Charles, are they sort of hypnotised or something?" I thought.
"No. They just think you're the greatest stud of all times and can't wait to get you into a bed."
"So I can talk to them?"
"Of course. They're not zombies, dummy."
"What's funny," Harry asked.
"What?"
"You were sort of chuckling to yourself."
"Sorry. It's the coincidence of your names. Debbie and Harry. Debbie Harry. Blondie."
"What are you on about?"
"Debbie Harry sung with a band called 'Blondie' in the '80s."
"Oh."
"Sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. I've got the real Debbie and Harry. What more could I want?"
They hooked their arms into mine and pressed tightly against me. I was aware of the pleasant sensation of two pairs of young breasts squashing against my arm.
I handed them into the car, Debbie in the front and Harry in the back. They gave me an odd but not unfriendly look as I closed their doors then trotted round to the driver's door.
"Why did you do that?" Debbie asked as we pulled away.
"What?"
"Open the door for us?"
"I always open doors for ladies. Why?"
"It's a bit old-fashioned, isn't it? Not that I mind. It's rather nice and makes me feel sort of wanted."
"Oh, I want you all right."
She giggled and stroked my arm. "It could be mutual."
I flashed her a grin. "I sincerely hope so."
I had a sudden panic. "Charles, could you sort of fix the house a bit?"
"How do you mean?"
"Well it's not really the sort of place you'd want to take a girl home to, never mind two. It's scruffy and tatty."
"So now I'm an interior decorator."
"Don't be mean."
"Okay, consider it done."
I had another thought. "Could you, very quietly, do a little body work? Sort of broaden the shoulders a little and lose the tummy. Oh, and the perfect cock that will give the girls maximum pleasure."
"You don't need that. They think you're perfect as you are."
"Possibly. But knowing they're getting the most out of it will make it even better for me.
"
"You humans are impossibly stubborn," he complained but I felt the subtle tingling the rest of the way home.
"You're very quiet," Debbie said.
"Sorry. I tend to be like that when I'm driving. Anyway we're nearly there."
I pulled up outside my block and opened the door. The girls made to open theirs as well. I gave them a look and said, "Ladies." They giggled but waited until I had opened their doors before getting out.
"Another advantage," I remarked, "is that when ladies are wearing skirts, I get a nice view."
They giggled. "If we'd known, we'd have worn short ones - just for you," Harry said.
"I'll hold you to that next time," I said as we walked up the stairs side by side. Me, with each hand firmly planted on a firm buttock. Far from minding, the girls seemed to deliberately sway their hips as we climbed so I could get a good feel.
At my landing, I opened the front door and felt around for the light switch, wondering what sort of change Charles had been able to make. The switch clicked and the hall was flooded with a soft luxurious glow. For a moment I wondered if I was in the right house. Gone was the threadbare green carpet and in its place a polished parquet floor with sot of Aztec mat gracing the middle. Gone was the line of coat-hooks to be replaced with an elegant stand for coats, umbrellas and boots. The cream and yellow paintwork gleamed.
"Classy," Debbie whistled.
"Would you like the grand tour?"
With my hands planted firmly back on their bottoms I steered them through my rejuvenated flat.
"Thank you, Charles," I thought. "You're a genius."
"Of course. Debbie sells furniture, by the way."
"So you stole the ideas from her. You're not a genius at all but you do show some sly cunning."
In the living room, the changes were equally dramatic. My tatty over-stuffed armchairs had been replaced by an elegant maroon leather suite, the bookcase had become a glass-fronted unit, the TV was the latest model and the hi-fi had so many lights and dials it look like the interior of an aeroplane cockpit. There was even an aspidistra in the bay window.
"Very nice," Debbie remarked.
"I've just had it completely done up so I'm still getting used to it," I said. It would help explain why I couldn't find my way around even if it was only three rooms and a bathroom.
From the living room to the kitchen, where the changes were equally dramatic, to the bathroom.
"No bath," Harry remarked.
"I had to make some sacrifices to fit the shower in," I said, noticing it was extra large.
"I'll buy that," Debbie said.
"I like a bath," Harry said.
"But you can only get one person in a bath. We could all fit in that shower."
"Perhaps we'll do just that later," I murmured.
Debbie wiggled her bottom against my hand.
We ended up, as planned, in the bedroom. I had to stop in the doorway for Charles had excelled himself here. The fitted units were a dark red wood, walnut or something, and the walls were grey and blue. The bed was king-size with a rich-looking blue and dark red tapestry thing shot with gold threads. It was definitely a man's room.
"You know," I remarked to the girls to explain my pause. "I still think I preferred the old wallpaper with the pink roses on it."
Harry doubled up with laughter. While she was helpless, I picked her up and dumped her on the bed then threw myself down beside her and started to tickle her. She screamed and rolled around to escape my probing fingers. Debbie flung herself on top of me and attacked me in the same way. Soon we were all rolling round on the bed and the tickling changed to caresses. The feeling of having two sexy girls squirming around over me and under me was exquisite. Our mouths kissed and licked and nibbled while hands fondled and touched and explore. I tried to make sure each girl got a fair share of my attention but it was hard for I would emerge, shaken, from a deep kiss with one and immediately have to turn to the other. It was exciting, though, two mouths, four hands, four breasts: no part of me seemed to be untouched or unkissed.
In the end our clothes got in the way. The girls struggled upright and pulled off tops and bras. Debbie's big breasts ballooned on her chest. Free of their restraints they seemed even bigger and had remarkably little sag. They had huge, pink areolas and broad, flat nipples. Harry didn't have girders. The white, lacy thing she wore would barely have supported a handful of feathers. Her breasts really did stick out like miniature volcanoes with beautiful dark cherries on the top.
"Wow," I exclaimed. "You're stunning!"
"You like?" they giggled, throwing their shoulders back to show their breast off even more.
"I like, indeed. I don't know where to start."
I reached for them but she pushed me back.
"Just you stay there," Debbie ordered.
She began to unfasten my shirt while Harry stripped off her jeans and panties that were as brief and lacy as her bra. Her hips were narrow and thighs slender with an interesting gap between them. Her dark bush, only a few shades lighter than her hair, was neatly trimmed. Once naked, she attacked my jeans while Debbie stripped. Unlike many big-breasted girls, she curved - in at the middle and out above and below. She had the classic hourglass figure. Her thighs were more solid, though anything but chubby. She had trimmed her bush, much darker than her hair, into an inch-wide strip.
Harry had managed to pull my jeans off and the pair contemplated the bulge in my underpants. Debbie licked her lips - I don't even think she was aware of doing it - which made my cock twitch. With a shared glance and a giggle, the girls knelt on either side of me and carefully released my erection.
"Wow," Debbie exclaimed. "Some package."
"You like?" I smirked, making it twitch some more.
"We like," Harry breathed, her eyes wide.
"So you like big tits?" Debbie asked, shaking her shoulders and making her breast roll on her chest.
"I like your tits," I said, reaching for them.
She slapped my hand away playfully. "Naughty. Debbie's going to give you a treat."
She straddled me and lowered herself until the tips of her breasts brushed my chest. Then she began to weave backwards and forwards, up and down, teasing me with her nipples. They didn't grow very big but they grew hard. The feeling of the soft sin, the pneumatic flesh and the hard nipple dragging over my skin was torture - but exquisite torture. I groaned and she grinned.
"I thought you'd like it," she murmured.
To add to my torture, Harry pushed my legs apart, knelt between them and began to play with my cock and balls.
"Charles," I thought desperately. "These girls will make me cum in a second. Can you stop it?"
"Even better," came his smug voice, "I can fix it so you can cum as many times as you like."
I groaned again as I could feel my control slipping. "Just stop it for now. I want to cum inside something."
There was the familiar tingle and I felt my climax recede.
"Girls," I murmured. "This is absolute heaven but, well, it's been rather a long time and I'm liable to waste it."
"We can't have that," Debbie giggled. "Hold him still, Harry."
She slipped down and Harry guided my rigid cock into her wet cunt.
"Ohhh," she breathed. With her head thrown back and her eyes tight shut, she sat back and, in a single stroke, impaled herself on me up to the hilt.
Charles had done his work for we fitted perfectly. Her hot vagina wrapped around me like a hand-made glove. Every millimetre of my cock seemed to be in contact with her cunt.
She opened her eyes and gave me a sultry smile. "If you fuck as well as you fit, this'll be good."
I reached up and hefted her breasts, rubbing my thumb over the broad, hard nipple. She rested her hands on my shoulders and began to hump up and down slowly, raising herself until I was only just in the entrance to her vagina then sinking slowly back down until her bottom rested on my thighs. As she rose, I could feel her internal muscles grip my cock and as she fell, they relaxed so I was like a piston in an engine. At each stroke she let out a small sigh - a little explosion of breath. Gradually, she picked up speed. Her breasts bounced heavily in my hands. A flush spread over her face and down her neck. Her breathing became erratic. Her hands had my shoulders in an almost painful grip. I suspected she was close to cumming.
"Charles," I thought, "I want to cum when she does." The tingle told me he had heard.
Harry had remained where she was, kneeling between my legs, and, as Debbie worked herself on my cock, she was fondling my balls and running her fingernails up and down the inside of my thighs. With out Charles's control, I'd have cum ages ago.
Debbie started muttering under her breath, "Oh God, yes. God, yes. Oh, yes. Oh, yes," as she humped up and down in short, fast strokes, slamming herself down on my cock. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to be away in a world of her own. With Harry between my legs there was little I could do to help but I tried tensing as she hit the bottom, trying to drive my cock deeper inside her. Her muttering grew rapidly louder until she shouted, "Oh, Yes. Yes. Yes." A flood of warmth surrounded my cock and her muscles convulsed around it and her fingers dug into my shoulders. This was the trigger I had given Charles and, as she started to cum my balls contracted. My hands closed around her tits, I arched up off the bed and spewed cum deep into her cunt.
"Oh, fuck," she cried. "Yessss." As she felt my cum spurt into her.
I had never cum so hard in my life.
Both of us were panting and gasping for air. Debbie opened her eyes and smiled fondly down at me. Her face was flushed and her eyes hooded. She opened her mouth to speak - and collapsed on top of me. I put my arms around her and hugged her tightly, enjoying the closeness and the feel of her big breasts squashed between us.
"That was fucking awesome," Harry said softly. "I almost came just watching you."
I took one arm off Debbie and waved it. Harry crawled up to snuggle in beside us.
"I can't wait for my turn," she whispered, licking my ear.
I managed to turn my head toward her and pantomimed a kiss. She kissed me hotly, her tongue attacking mine aggressively.
"Whew," I said, as we broke for air. "Much more like that and you won't have to wait long."
"Good," she leered. "I want that cock of yours in me now."
Despite having only just cum, I could feel a slight stirring in the region of my loins.
Debbie raised a sleepy head. "Hi guys. I'm fucked," she said. Harry and I exchanged a glance and giggled.
She rolled off with a loud groan and lay flat on her back, with her eyes closed. Despite their enormous size, her breast still retained some shape. Then I noticed the red marks where my hands had gripped her in my excitement.
"Oh, shit," I said to Harry, indicating the marks.
She grinned. "She'll feel that in the morning but, if you want to do it to me, don't hold back."
I was slightly startled, not knowing quite what she meant.
"Give me another kiss," I said. "I want to feel your tits. Then we'll need a little oral action to get me fully ready." I suddenly realised what I had said and was astonished with myself. I'd never previously had the courage to tell a girl exactly what I wanted. Everything had been by request and been circumlocuted by 'only if you want to' or 'if that's okay'. Now here I was ordering a girl to suck me off and expecting her to do it with enthusiasm.
"Do you really like my breasts?" she asked. "They're not as big as Debbie's."
"I love your breasts," I said, enthusiastically. "They stand up like cones just begging to be sucked and squeezed and played with."
Her eyes flew wide open. "How did you know?" she gasped.
"Know what?"
"That I like that done to my breasts."
I licked my lips and leered at her. "They told me."
She cupped a breast in her hand and pushed it offered it to me. "Go on. Do it now," she pleaded.
"No. Kiss first," I said firmly.
"Charles," I thought rapidly as she pounced on me. "Slow recovery over next ten minutes. Fully up in fifteen."
She practically raped me with her tongue. I put one hand behind her head and held her tight, giving as good as I got. The other moved to a breast. Her nipple was as hard as an almond and about the same size. I curled my hand around it and squeezed. She moaned in the kiss, her tongue attacked mine even more frantically as she wriggled to offer me more of her breast. I pressed harder and she reacted again. I let the nipple slip between my thumb and forefinger and squeezed it rhythmically. She tore her head away from the kiss and looked at me from wild eyes.
"Do it more," she demanded, "Do it harder."
I dug my fingers into her breast and gripped her nipple tightly. She moaned and arched her back. She covered my hand with one of hers and dug her fingers in as I was digging mine into her breast. It wasn't the most satisfactory position as I could only reach one breast with one hand. I pulled away and urged her to straddle me.
"What?" she asked.
I bared my teeth and make little biting notions.
"You wouldn't" she breathed but her hand was cupping one breast and offering it to my lips as she said it.
I licked round the tip of the proffered breast before sucking it into my mouth. And suck I did. Not just the nipple but as much of her breast as I could get in. I sucked as hard as I could, feeling the soft flesh press against my teeth. She squeezed her breast, trying to feed more of it into my hungry mouth. I would have taken it all if I could but, although smaller than Debbie's, her breasts were by no means tiny.
I eased back, dragging my teeth over the skin until only the nipple was left. I bit down gently, eliciting a small whimper. I flicked my tongue over the trapped nub then rolled it gently between my teeth. I had to be very careful for she was trembling and twitching and I was in imminent danger of biting it off. If I had been concerned that I might be overdoing it, the hand cupped beneath the breast, lifting it and presenting it to my mouth would have allayed that concern. And all the while little animal cries and whimpers emerged from the back of her throat.
I finally released my prey. She gave a small wail of disappointment until she realised where I was heading and the second breast was offered as eagerly as the first. I don't think I really needed Charles's assistance for having this sexy girl offer her breasts to my attention and taking so much pleasure from having them sucked and bitten would have aroused me anyway. I had never abused a girl quite like this, for abuse it was, and the whole situation was wild and exciting.
Finally, my mouth probably as sore as her breasts, I pulled away. She flung herself at me and rubbed her breast over my chest.
"God, they're sore," she said. "I love it."
I stroked her back for a moment, then said, "Your turn, but no teeth."
She giggled, then wriggled round so she could get at my cock. I couldn't say she was an expert cock-sucker because I'd only had a couple of girlfriends who were willing to do it and reluctantly at that. Harry showed no such inhibitions. It didn't seem to bother her that I was still sticky with my and Debbie's combined juices, she opened her mouth and swallowed me without a qualm. Her hair trailed over her face and tickled my stomach and thighs so I couldn't watch her but the sensation of one hand wrapped around the base of my shaft and the other fondling my balls while her head bobbed up and down and her tongue swirled around my glans was exciting enough. I gripped the sheets and moaned as her combined assault rapidly brought me fully erect. It was all I could do to lie still and refrain from fucking her sweet sucking mouth.
"Enough, enough," I gasped.
She raised her head and grinned at me.
"Payback's a bitch, isn't it," she said.
I gave a short, breathless laugh. "But what a payback. Some day I'll let you go all the way but now I need to be inside you. Get on your hands and knees."
At first she didn't seem to understand what I wanted. I suspected no-one had ever taken her from behind before. Then it clicked and she eagerly rolled over and presented her bottom to me. What a sight: the slender, almost skinny, thighs topped by the small, tight bottom and, in between the ripe fruit of her vulva, the lips dark and swollen and the slit open in arousal.
I couldn't resist the temptation. I crawled up, palmed the taut cheeks and buried my face between her thighs, running my tongue all the way up from her clit to her anal opening. Then, using her hips as a prop, I clambered to my knees and prepared to enter her.
She twisted her head round to look at me.
"Would you really do that?"
"What?"
"With your tongue. Like eat me?"
"Oh yes, but some other time. Right now I need to fuck you."
"Do it" she cried, wiggling her bottom.
I gripped her hips and eased my hard cock into her, working it deeper and deeper until I was pressed tight against her sharp little bottom.
"Oh, God," she cried. "I can feel you really deep."
I began to fuck her, slowly at first to let her feel me sliding in and out, then gradually building up speed. Her hands slid forward until her arms were outstretched above her head and her face was pressed against the covers. It wasn't the most comfortable of positions for me but I knew that, like this, my cock was probably rubbing across her clit. As I picked up speed, I held her hips and pulled her on and off my cock, so it jammed up against her cervix. Her bottom slapped against my belly. I liked the feel of that. She seemed to enjoy this rough treatment for her hands clutched at the covers, wrinkling them into ridges and she was screaming, fortunately muffled as her face was still pressed against the bed. I leaned over her, slid my hands up her sides and took a firm grip of her breasts. As I pounded into her from the rear I mauled her breasts. She loved it. She bucked and writhed, wriggling her hard little bottom against my cock. I could feel my balls tighten and knew I couldn't last much longer at this pace. I wondered if I should ask Charles for control but I needn't have worried. Without warning, she started to convulse, arching her back up. Her internal muscles gripped my cock fiercely as she came. I continued to thrust into her, jamming my cock as deep as possible before the cum came bubbling up and a squirted fiercely into her willing vagina. If I had cum hard inside Debbie, I came even harder inside Harry. My balls felt they had been turned inside out and vacuumed dry. I collapsed forward on top of her, and we sank down until she was lying flat with my weight on top of her, my cock still buried in her cunt.
Lying on top of her felt really good but I knew I couldn't stay there so I reluctantly rolled of, my cock trailing semen over her thigh. No-one could have slept through the racket we had been making and, sure enough there was Debbie watching us with one hand pressed firmly between her thighs.
"That was something else," she said in an awed tone of voice. "You were really going at it some."
"You were pretty wonderful yourself," I said. I spread one arm wide and she rolled into it for a cuddle.
Harry crawled up into the crook of my other arm, groaning theatrically. "I'm going to be sore all over tomorrow, but what the hell." She gave me a peck on cheek. "I've never been fucked like that before."
"Neither have I," I said honestly. "You two are something special. I'm very glad I met you."
"So are we," Debbie murmured.
The next thing I knew it was morning: quite late judging by the light in the room. The girls were still asleep, cuddled up against me. The problem I faced was that, although I might be awake, my arms weren't as they were still trapped under the girls' heads.
"Charles, can you keep them asleep while I get up?"
"Are you going to have them again?"
"I don't know. I'll play it by ear. I need to pee. Then breakfast. Make it in the kitchen so I can bring it through."
For once he didn't grumble about being asked to perform what, in his exalted opinion, were menial tasks. Breakfast was waiting in the kitchen along with a large tray.
"Wakey, wakey, ladies," I sang as I carried it through.
Debbie opened one eye and groaned. "What right have you got to be so cheerful at this time in the morning?"
"Other than I've got two beautiful girls in my bed with whom I've had the most amazing sex? None whatever. Oh, and I have breakfast."
"Breakfast? Wake up, Harry. Breakfast."
"Go 'way," Harry mumbled. "'s way too early."
The aroma of the coffee must have penetrated her sleep-fogged senses, though, for she stretched and winced.
"Oh. Ow," she complained. "I'm sore all over, especially down there."
"Not surprising," Debbie giggled, crunching into a piece of toast. "The way you two were going at it last night."
A slow, sensual smile crossed Harry's face. "It was good." She hauled herself upright. "How's the tits?"
"Sore," Debbie said ruefully. "Worth it, though."
"How are you, stud?" Harry asked me.
"A bit tender but great otherwise." I wasn't tender at all, of course, but a polite fiction was required.
"You must have a cock of iron," Harry said. "God, I stink."
"I seem to remember a large shower," Debbie grinned.
"Breakfast first, then shower," I said.
The shower was every bit as much fun as I had thought it would be. It's amazing how sensual three slippery bodies can be, especially when one of them has large, pneumatic breasts and another sharp-pointed cones.
"Right," Debbie said. "You do our backs, then our fronts and then we'll do you."
"You've showered with a friend before?" I teased. She had the grace to blush.
We washed our hair then I dumped lots of shower gel on my hands and had the girls turn away from me. I washed their arms, making them raise them so I could reach into armpits. Then, starting at their shoulders, I worked my down their backs, trying to make sure that each girl was given equal attention. It was my first experience of bathing a girl and one I meant to repeat. It sounds silly, but their bodies are so much different from men's. It's something you know but don't fully appreciate until you've taken a shower with a woman. The feel of their skin, the feel of the muscles under the skin, the smooth, soft curves where men have lumps and bumps - so pleasant and sensual.
I spent a long time on their bottoms, having a good feel; all pretence of washing forgotten. Such a contrast. Debbie's was large and pneumatic, her buttocks fleshy pillows and a joy to caress. Harry's was tight and small, her buttocks barely larger than a handful. They just begged to be grabbed and squeezed. The girls enjoyed it as much as I, judging by the murmurs of encouragement. They bent forward and arched their backs to let me play between their cheeks. I ran soapy fingers down their cracks, toying with their puckered anuses. They wiggled their bottoms encouragingly and I wondered whether either of them had indulged in anal sex. Certainly they seemed to relish having their rear holes played with.
Time was moving on so, reluctantly, I squatted and attended to their feet, paying particular attention to their toes for I had read somewhere that many women appreciate have their toes played with. From the feet, up the back of the legs, delighting in the feel of the firm young muscles of their calves and thighs. I paid special attention to the soft insides of their thighs, running my fingers up and down them. Obligingly, eagerly even, they spread their legs to make my job easier. Finally, I reached the tops of their thighs and ran teasing fingers over their outer lips. This brought little gasps of pleasure. They bent slightly at the knee and thrust their pelvises forward, offering their quims for my attention. Once again the pretence of washing was forgotten as I fondled their vulvas and gently worked my fingers between the fleshy lips seeking their clitorises. In turn, they came, gasping out their pleasure and clutching my arms for support.
Then it was my turn. With a wicked grin, Debbie coated her front liberally with shower gel and began to rub herself sensuously against me. Harry quickly followed suit. They made me hold my arms above my head and slowly circled me, squatting down and standing up to rub their breasts over as much of my skin as possible. How do you describe the sensation of being washed by two sets of breasts; one set large and pillowy and the other hard and pointy? My cock, already hard, was painfully stiff. It became even more so when Debbie sank to her knees and trapped it between her soapy breasts. Pushing them together, she rocked backwards and forwards, masturbating me between her cleavage. Harry, not to be left out, pressed herself tightly to my back and groped between my legs to fondle my balls. I knew I wouldn't last long. It wasn't just the feeling of being between Debbie's breasts, delightful though that was, nor was it just the sensation of Harry's hard nipples on my back and her hand at my balls. Rather it was the whole experience of being here with them right now.
The deciding factor was when Debbie looked up. "Are you going to cum?" she asked, her eyes hooded and sultry. "I want you to cum. I want to taste you." And she licked her lips lasciviously then bent her head and swiped the tip pf my cock with her tongue.
That was the final straw. No woman had ever said she wanted to taste my cum and certainly not so wantonly.
"Oh, God, yes," I groaned.
My buttocks clenched and I thrust my pelvis forward as my cum spurted out and into Debbie's waiting mouth - and all over her face as well. My legs trembled at the force of my cum and I put a hand on Debbie's head to support myself while I grabbed ragged breaths and tried to steady my thumping heart.
Eventually I recovered enough to pull her to her feet.
"That was amazing," I said, kissing her soundly not caring that her face was smeared with my cum.
I reached back and pulled Harry into my embrace too. "You're both amazing."
"We're pretty hot," Debbie smirked. "You're not so bad yourself."
Then, of course, we had to wash ourselves all over again then dry each other very carefully and tenderly with lots of kisses and cuddles along the way. Eventually we were all dressed and ready to face the world. As we left, I noticed two Post-it notes stuck on the coffee table.
Little was said on the journey. It had been a fairly overwhelming experience for all of us and we all needed time to absorb it.
I dropped Debbie off first.
"Phone me," she said, kissing me soundly before slipping out of the car.
I stopped outside Harry's house. "Call me. Please," she said, dropping a hand to my lap and squeezing my cock. "Any time. Whatever I'm doing, I'll drop it and come straight over." Her eyes were pleading.
I leant over and kissed her gently. "I will," I promised.
I would keep that promise I was sure. Screwing Debbie had been amazing but Harry had awakened something in me that I wanted to explore and I suspected she would be a willing companion wherever I wanted to go.
I questioned Charles on the way home. He assured me that he had not 'interfered' with the girls in any way, other than to make them pliable in the first case. They would, he maintained, only remember a night of steamy sex, probably the best they'd ever had, with a hunky stud. Their action of leaving their phone numbers and entreating me to call came from them and was not of his doing. Despite his assurances, I felt there was something he was not telling me but I didn't pursue it. I was walking on air. I had picked up not just one, but two girls without any preamble and had the best night of sex I had ever had.
"Hmph," was Charles's final comment. "That's only the beginning. All your sex will be as good if not better from now on."