began taking their clothes off. It was an indelibly beautiful moment. First shirts, revealing the vulnerable throats and biteable shoulders and maddening female breasts. And the pants, sliding slowly down the thighs and past the knees, and finally having to lift one leg to pull the trouser off, and then the other leg, and all the while the V of their crotches shifting and peeking from under their panties. Two of them! I couldn’t believe my luck. And now the final article, as they seemed to bend over in unison to slide the flimsy fabric down, their asses out and that look of expectant concentration that comes on a woman’s face when she removes the most intimate garment.
Then they came forward and kneeled on the bed, one on either side. I opened my arms and they came forward, each laying her head on one of my shoulders and sliding her body up, each taking one of my legs and wrapping her legs around it. At each hip I felt the hard pubic bone and the bristly hair and the soft cunt lips pressing in.
At first, there was no actual sexual flash. A conscious awkwardness hung over everything. I breathed a silent prayer, saying, “Lord, if I must go, let it be at a time like this.” And then the tension melted. All the pictures I had in my head dissolved, and the reality of the moment came crashing home. I leaned my head to one side and felt Kathy’s knowing and salacious mouth on my own. Even in kissing, she was able to manage mockery, and her tongue teased at me, wanting me to go over the edge of passion, to become vulnerable, so that she would then have the decision as to whether to join me or not. She wanted to remain cool and aloof, getting her pleasure from the control room. Regina ran her hands up and down the other side, her fingers doing a tentative dance over my nipple and down to my belly and then twirling into my pubic hair. She slithered down over the top of my thigh and between my legs, to send a shuddering spurt of tingling delight throughout my body. At that, she smiled and licked her lips, and began the slow descent of my body with her mouth. She went slowly, with great hesitation, and although I liked the quality of tentativeness, I was impatient. I put my hand down and cupped her head. She looked up at me and said, “I’ve never sucked a man before.” The announcement stunned me. “A lot of men have wanted me to, but I never could make myself do it.” She looked at both of us. “Now, it feels all right.”
She went consciously toward my cock as Kathy and I watched. Her mouth opened slightly, and paused half a inch away from the head. She began breathing out, and my cock tingled from the warm air bathing it. Everything she did was with delicacy and awareness. She leaned down and moved in for what seemed an eternity, until that single tingling moment when her lips just barely grazed the tip of the tool and she kissed it gently and reverently. Then she dropped her head forward and let her mouth descend on the shaft. She kept her jaw and lips relaxed, and the cock slid in slowly, parting her lips as it entered. I felt faint as I watched inch after inch disappear, watched her lips stretch in a beautiful, obscene embrace over the taut skin. And then, from inside, her tongue started a dance over the entire length of my cock. I was torn between the desire to watch more and the need to fall back and let the pleasure ripples wash over me. Regina moved her head back and I saw the cock emerge, now glistening with wetness, and then she came down and sucked it all in again; her tongue lapped softly and warmly, licking the cock lovingly, and cooing sounds came from deep in her throat.
“God, that looks good!” said Kathy, and she moved down to put her mouth alongside Regina’s. I leaned back then, and waited for the feeling of having both their mouths covering me. But Regina pulled herself back and I felt my cock grow cool in the air. There was some motion by my thighs, and I looked down to find the two of them