"I think she saw I genuinely didn't care," Penny told me, as we were lying in bed together one chilly Saturday afternoon. "And that took all the fun out of it for her. I almost felt sorry for her, seeing her realise she didn't have any power over me anymore."
Then she turned her head and looked at me. "Anyway, I don't want to talk about her."
"What do you want to talk about?"
"I don't really want to talk about anything."
"Well, there's no way we're having sex again. I told you, two orgasms is absolutely my limit these days."
She pouted. "Well, I would ask you to stay later so we could fuck again this evening. But I can't -- I've got a date."
"Oh really? Who with?" I confess, there was a small pang of jealousy.
"George."
Already I didn't like George. "And is he a student?"
"Yes. Though it's a she. I think she likes to be called Georgie, actually."
"Oh," I said. "A girl."
"Well, duh."
"Where did you meet her?"
"Jess introduced us." There was a tiny note of hesitancy. "She thought we'd get on. This is only our second date, really."
I knew Penny liked both boys and girls almost equally, though once, when we'd been curled up together, she'd advised me that she was probably about sixty-forty in favour of the female sex.
"But," she'd told me, "before you I'd probably have said eighty-twenty, so you should be proud of yourself."
"Yay me," I'd said. "Though I'd have been prouder if I'd fucked you all the way back to one hundred percent straight."
She'd just laughed at that and told me not to be greedy.
"Why did Jess think you'd get on?"
"Because... well, do you remember Jess telling you about a girl in her class who'd gone out with Sue, and that's how she knew Sue was a bit of a bitch?"
I nodded.
"Well... this is her. Jess thought it would be helpful if we compared notes -- sort of like a support group, I guess. And it turns out we were both fine about Sue, but... we kinda liked each other. So...fingers crossed that the second date isn't the last."
"Yes," I said. "Fingers crossed." And I meant it.
**
The second date must have gone well, since there was a third and then a fourth and after that they lost count. Penny regretfully told me she didn't think she should sleep with me while she was seeing Georgie, and I respected and admired that even as I felt ever so slightly deflated.
But there were compensations. Jess was currently going through a lean period romantically ("boys my own age are just so SHIT," she wailed, more than once) and so my Saturday afternoons more often than not ended up in Jess's bed.
**
"Are you sure?"
Penny nodded. "Completely."
Penny had been seeing Georgie for nearly six months now. She was, I knew, blissfully in love with her. I liked Georgie very much too, a gentle, willowy red-head who seemed shy and reserved but who also had a good sense of humour once she relaxed with you. She was also very bright. Her interests overlapped with mine, and more than once Penny had rolled her eyes at the dinner table as Georgie and I had discussed the finer points of some aspect of Shakespearean scholarship.
I hesitated. "I've never... asked you about this, because it's none of my business... but you and Georgie have always seemed... very... compatible."
"You mean... in bed?"
"Yes." I was floundering a little. "I mean... you're always very affectionate together. Which I love to see. So I'm guessing... it's all good between you?"
"Jesus. You're such a clueless dork sometimes." Insofar as that opinion can be expressed lovingly, Penny managed it.
She punched me gently on the shoulder. "We're GREAT in bed together."
"Good. So... you're just looking to spice things up a little?"
"That makes it sound like I'm going to buy her some pretty underwear and a dildo! No - just listen to me for a minute, will you?"
"OK," I said. "I'm all ears."
Penny looked serious. "I love this girl. I mean... I really love her. I know I'm still young and everything -- but I think maybe -- probably -- she's the one for me. Forever. And she feels the same way. And that's... pretty great, right?"
"Yeah," I said softly. "That's pretty great."
"And I have told her about us. I had to." Her eyes met mine. "I hope that's OK. I don't want to have any secrets from her."
Part of my heart sank at this, but I didn't let it show. "Sure."
"And... she was... well, we had a long talk about everything. All the experiences we'd had. The good ones, the bad ones, the ones that were just a bit meh... and I said... well, that the times I'd slept with you had all been pretty great. And she said she'd never really had a good time with a man, not like the kind of thing I talked about."
I nodded.
"And she really likes you. And she's sort of... more gay than straight, like me... but like me sometimes she looks at a guy and thinks mmm, very hot. You know?"
I nodded again. There didn't seem to be much I could usefully say at this point.
"And she asked me if I ever wanted to go to bed with you again, and -- since we were being totally honest -- I said yes, sometimes I did."
Penny looked at me earnestly. "I hope you do too. Even though you've got Ellie and Belinda and Jess. You do still think about me sometimes, don't you? Like... sexually?"
"Oh yes," I said. "Very much so."
She smiled.
"So she said, she didn't mind if we... sometimes did. And I said I thought that would feel wrong, even if I wanted to... so she said well, how about if she watched?"
"Jesus," I said.
There was a silence for a moment.
"And then we talked about it some more... and she admitted that the idea of watching me with a man really turned her on. And I said I thought that seeing her with a man would probably turn me on too... but she wasn't so sure about that. She said it would just depend on the guy, and how she felt, and she'd probably be too shy... but yeah, maybe. Just maybe, though."
Penny looked at me. "So -- what do you think?"
I lifted her hand to my mouth and kissed it.
"When did you have in mind?" I said.
**
It was Belinda's idea to go to a hotel.
"Make it a nice treat for them... and neutral ground," she suggested. "Maybe, if you're feeling like splashing the cash a little, get them their own room so they can be alone if they want to be. I think that'd really help."
So I followed her advice and, after a slightly deep breath, booked us a penthouse suite at a very upmarket country hotel on the edge of town. There were two separate bedrooms, both with large double beds, and a sort of shared reception room with a dining table and armchairs. Perhaps even more importantly, there was a beauty treatment and spa facility attached, so I suggested to Penny that she and Georgie spent the day treating themselves, and I'd join them in the evening.
"And, if you've changed your mind, we can just have dinner together," I said.
Penny kissed me, her eyes shining. "I'll tell Georgie that. But... I don't think she will. She was nervous, when I saw her yesterday, but... nervous excited, not nervous scared."
She looked at me. "Thanks," she said. "This is going to be just... wonderful."
She reached down and squeezed me gently and affectionately between my legs. Luckily we were sitting in my car and nobody could see.
"I can't wait," she said. "See you at the weekend."
Then she kissed me again, opened the door, and almost seemed to skip away from the car, leaving me feeling uncomfortably aroused.
But not to worry, I thought. When I get home, I'll take Belinda or Ellie straight to bed.
That thought sustained me all the way home.
You can imagine my disappointment when both of them refused to accommodate me.
"You're spending the weekend with two very sexual girls with high expectations," said Belinda briskly. "You're going to need all your strength. And we want you on top form -- no letting Penny down in front of her wonderful Georgie. So -- cold shower for you tonight, I'm afraid."
I glanced mournfully at Ellie, hoping for support, but she shook her head sadly.
"I'd love a fuck," she said. "But... we can all make a sacrifice for Penny, can't we?"
"I'll be fine," I argued. "God knows you two know enough about my recovery times by now. It's only Wednesday! By Friday evening I'll be... raring to go again!"
But, for all their talk of being dutiful, submissive, obedient women, do you think I could change their minds? The most seasoned, hard-bitten negotiator wouldn't have made an inch of headway with them.
Thursday crawled by. I'd become used to regular daily sex, in large, generous quantities, and even this brief interlude felt like a desert of frustration. Not helped, of course, by having Belinda and Ellie flaunting themselves at me at every opportunity.
"We're not flaunting," said Belinda firmly. "We just happen to be naked. You're projecting your base, male desires onto us, that's all. It's certainly not our fault."
"Poor Rob," said Ellie, who came over and kissed me on the cheek. "You really need to learn some self-control." She pushed her breasts into my side, and ran a finger down my chest, stopping just below my belly button. I groaned, glared at them both, and retired irritably to the sofa to try and find something on television to distract me.
**
Thankfully, somehow it got to be Friday. I arrived at the hotel at around five. Penny had texted me to say they'd had a lovely day being pampered in the spa, and they were now having a quick swim in the pool. They'd be up to the room in fifteen minutes or so.
I made myself a drink and inspected the accommodation. Well worth the small fortune I was paying for it, I decided, with a spectacular view of the hotel grounds. Not that I thought we'd be spending much time looking out of the window. At least, I hoped not. Part of me was still half-expecting that Georgie would have had second thoughts, and although sexually I was now close to climbing the walls, I resolved not to put either girl under any pressure at all.
I heard the sound of girlish chat coming down the corridor, stopping outside the door. I crossed over and opened it to see Penny and Georgie in hotel bathrobes, both with wet hair and smelling of chlorine.
"Hey you!" said Penny, and threw her arms around me. "Oh, sorry... I'm a bit wet. I've made your shirt all soggy."
"Don't worry," I said, and ushered them both into the room. "Hi Georgie."
"Hi," said Georgie, a little shyly. Her long red hair had been tied up into a simple bun, making her look very girlish.
"This place is great!" enthused Penny. "We've just had the best day. Thank you."
"Yes, thank you," echoed Georgie, who also blushed slightly, presumably remembering that my motives for treating them were not entirely pure.
There was a brief pause, a slight moment of awkwardness. But Penny soon filled it.
"We need to shower," she said. "And you should check the room service menu. The food here is just amazing."
"So... dinner up here in the room?"
"Yes. Much nicer."
"OK," I said. "I'll see you after your shower."
Penny nodded, took Georgie by the hand, and led her towards the bathroom. At the doorway she stopped and turned to look back at me.
"It's a big shower," she said. "Isn't it, Georgie?"
Georgie looked at her, hesitated slightly, then nodded at me.
The two girls disappeared into the bathroom, not quite closing the door so it was left slightly ajar. The invitation was clear.
I could hear the girls chatting quietly as they stripped out of their swimsuits. I heard the shower go on, and a giggle from one of them. I undressed, placed my clothes on chair, and walked over to the doorway. Already the steam from the shower was beginning to waft out through the gap into the main room.
I went in and closed the door behind me. The girls were in a long, spacious shower area that was as impressive as Penny had said. I could see them looking at me, their heads visible but their bodies tantalisingly obscured by the frosted glass of the shower screen. I made my way slowly towards them, my eyes on Georgie, almost as if she was a frightened rabbit who might bolt if I made too sudden a move. But her eyes held mine as I approached, friendly but reserved.
I looked at Penny, who nodded, and I stepped in to join them. There were two shower heads, presumably for his and hers showering, and each girl was positioned under one of them. I stole a quick glance at Georgie's sleek, toned, slim body and then a longer, more indulgent one at Penny's slightly more rounded and familiar curves.
She saw me looking and smiled.
"Help me get all clean," she said. "Please, Uncle Rob."
I reached over to the soap dispenser mounted on the tiled wall and squired some perfumed lotion into my hands. Then I began to massage it into her shoulders, enjoying the feeling of her wet, soapy flesh under my fingers.
She murmured with contentment and moved around so that I was more directly under the shower, the water cascading down between our two bodies. She was had her back to me, facing Georgie, her body between ours.
Georgie also took some soap into her hands. She kissed Penny softly -- a kiss of real love that made my heart melt a little -- and then began to rub soap around her front.
Penny giggled. "I feel like I'm in a car wash," she said, and that made us all snicker a little, relaxing the mood still further. I was becoming aroused, acutely aware of the days of relative sexual starvation I'd been subjected to. Penny felt my cock pressing against her buttocks and she reached back with a hand, squeezing it affectionately and making me take a sharp intake of breath.
Georgie couldn't see what she was doing and she widened her eyes questioningly. Penny moved slightly so that we now all stood facing each other, as if we were three sides of a triangle. She tightened her grip and began to slide her soapy hand back and forth over my hardness. Then she reached up and kissed me gently on the lips.
After a moment, Georgie kissed me too. A shyer kiss, of friendship rather than passion, but still it reassured and encouraged me that as yet we hadn't crossed any line she was uncomfortable with.
Penny kissed me again, more fiercely, then took her hand away and turned and wrapped both arms around Georgie, burying her face in hers. I stepped forward and put my arms around them both, Penny sandwiched between us as the warm water cascaded down over us, my cock pushed up and resting against the small of Penny's back.
Penny sighed with pleasure. I slid my hand down and reached around so I could touch her between her legs, but I found Georgie's hand had got there ahead of me. I began to withdraw but Georgie instead reached for me and pressed my fingers firmly against Penny's lovely cunt, leaving her own hand on top of mine. I began to stroke and tease, and it was as if the two of us were working together, Georgie's hand never leaving mine, a soft, warm, encouraging touch. I looked up and saw that she was smiling at me.
After a few minutes of that I gently insisted through the pressure of touch that we swapped roles, and it was my turn to place my hand on top of Georgie's. Penny had closed her eyes and was surrendering to the sensations, her head bowed. Occasionally there would be a small whimper of pleasure, or her body would tremble, or there would be a sharper intake of breath. With my spare hand I reached around her body and cupped her breasts in turn, caressing her nipples with my fingers.
"I'm so close," Penny moaned. "So close... please, Georgie... please."
Georgie withdrew her hand from mine, and sank to her knees, burying her face into Penny's groin. Penny reached down and put both hands on her girlfriend's head, pushing her forcefully against herself. I moved around so her back could brace against my front, my arms wrapped around her, supporting her so she could focus entirely on what Georgie's tongue and fingers were doing.
She came loudly and suddenly, an explosion of small judders and spasms that rippled through my body from hers.
"God! GOD!"
I held her like that she recovered, the water still steaming down. Georgie got back on her feet and stepped away, lifting her face up to the second shower, smiling a little smugly to herself. I took the opportunity to look at her body more closely. She had lovely long, shapely legs, a tiny tuft of red hair just at the top of them, and small, pointy breasts with vividly red nipples.
She saw me looking at her. I thought she might turn away but instead she turned so I could see her more clearly, presenting herself for my inspection. I think she could see in my eyes that I thought she was beautiful because she smiled at me, then kissed her hand and rested it lightly on my cheek for a moment.
I led a still rather dazed Penny out of the shower and patted her down with a towel before beginning to dry myself. When I finished, I saw both girls were looking at me speculatively. Then Penny held out her hand.
"Come on," she said.
She led me into the master bedroom, dominated by a really quite laughably large four-poster bed that could have slept half a dozen quite comfortably.
"Lie down," she said. "This is the bit Georgie's really been wanting to see, isn't it, darling?"
Georgie nodded, momentarily a little shy again.
I lay down as instructed, rather self-conscious of my stiff cock pointing upwards. But moments later Penny was kneeling lower down the bed, her hand wrapped firmly around me, while Georgie positioned herself slightly off to one side. There was a quick exchange of glances between them, then Georgie nodded, and Penny bowed her head to take me into her mouth.
I sighed and closed my eyes, letting myself enjoy the exquisite sensation of my niece's skilled mouth and tongue. She sucked me with a slow, deliberate relish, and I realised that in addition to pleasuring me she was also putting on a show for her partner. As she sucked me she used her hand as an accompaniment, sliding it up and down the base of my shaft.
After a few minutes of this I opened my eyes to look at Georgie. She was breathing heavily and I saw her hand was moving between her legs. When she saw me looking she somewhat shame-facedly took her hand away, but I reached for her hand, kissed her fingers, and then firmly pushed her hand back to where it had been.
Penny broke off to speak to her briefly.
"Do you like seeing me suck his cock, Georgie?"
She nodded.
Penny looked at me. "She said seeing me suck you would somehow seem even more... taboo than seeing you fuck me. But... we'll see, won't we?"
My turn to nod. Then, following my instincts, I reached down and held her head between my hands, taking a firm but tender grip. I began to fuck her mouth, thrusting up into the welcoming wetness.
Georgie gasped. As I glanced at her she reached up and tweaked her own nipple hard, and she jolted at the sensation. I mentally filed that away. Then she went around behind Penny and although my view was obscured I could guess from Penny's sudden moan that Georgie's fingers and possibly tongue were being employed to good effect.
I had been worried that one side-effect of being sexually deprived for a few days would be that I'd orgasm too quickly and we'd then have a slightly awkward wait for round two, but for whatever reason I felt confident this wouldn't happen. I was tremendously aroused, and Penny's mouth felt utterly wonderful, but I also felt in control.
We stayed like that for a while, though I couldn't have told you if it was two minutes or ten. Then Penny begin to shudder again, and she withdrew her mouth from me to focus on her own impending orgasm.
"Fuck... I'm going to come again Georgie... God you do that better than anybody... FUCK!"
She cried out almost as if in pain. I relaxed my grip on her and stroked her hair, reflecting not for the first time on how bewitching women can be when they're totally in the grip of sexual pleasure.
"Oh god... sorry but that was just so intense." Penny rolled over and collapsed on the bed beside me.
"I just need a minute... or two," she managed. "Fuck, Georgie!"
From her vantage point by my feet, Georgie smirked a little, and I grinned at her. She grinned back. Then her eyes drifted down my body until she was looking at my cock, still stiff and glistening from Penny's mouth.
She moved a little closer, her eyes never wavering. Then she reached out a hand, hesitated, then looked at Penny.
"Touch it." Penny's voice was still strained from her exertions, but there was no mistaking her encouragement and consent.
Georgie looked at me. I nodded.
She reached out again and this time allowed her hand to encircle me. I closed my eyes and lay back, sensing that she would prefer at this stage not to feel watched.
"A little harder." Penny was whispering to her. "Yes, like that. God, it's so sexy seeing you do that, Georgie. Now... a little faster."
The rhythm increased. Georgie was evidently not as skilled as my wonderful harem of Belinda, Ellie, Jess and Penny -- but her inexperience was also exciting. And hearing Penny whispering her suggestions and instructions only heightened my arousal.
I felt Penny snuggling up beside me, and she kissed me on the cheek.
"I love this," she said simply. "Two of my favourite people... two of the sexiest people... and they're both here with me."
I kissed her back, feeling almost tearful. This wouldn't do at all.
"Stop your sentimental wittering," I told her sternly. "Go and show her again how you suck my cock."
She got to her knees and gave me a mock-salute.
"Certainly sir. Make way, Georgie."
Georgie obediently scooted out of the way, and Penny did as she'd been instructed, sucking me with enthusiasm and skill. But this time, Georgie kept much closer, crouching down so her chin was almost resting on my hip. I could feel her breath as she exhaled. Two beautiful, sexy girls, both with their faces right by my cock.
As I watched, Penny paused what she was doing and leaned over to give Georgie a long, lingering open-mouthed kiss. Then she broke away, and looked questioningly at her. There was an almost imperceptible nod, and then Georgie's tongue gently teased the very tip of my cock.
"Yes," said Penny, so quietly as to be barely audible. "Now... run your tongue up and down it."
Once again I closed my eyes, relishing the split seconds of anticipation between hearing my niece's murmured instructions and the sensations that followed them.
"Yes... right to the base. And use your hand to squeeze him... now take him in your mouth properly... that's so good... so sexy... are you going to get him wet for me, Georgie, so he can fuck me. I'm so wet already, but knowing his cock is going to be wet from your mouth... just so fucking hot..."
Georgie sucked me with increasing confidence and enthusiasm, and I would have happily orgasmed with both of the girls clustered around me like that. But Penny had other ideas.
"I want you to fuck me now... on my back, really hard. That's what Georgie said she'd like to see... me being really taken and used... can you do that for us, Rob?"
I could and did, rolling her onto her back and sliding deep inside her, pinning her beneath me and taking her with a greedy animal enthusiasm.
"Oh yes," I could hear Georgie saying softly. "Really fuck her hard."
Penny's arms were wrapped around me, her nails digging into me as she was prone to doing when she was lost in the intensity of sex. I could sense my own release getting near, but somehow managed to hold back, determined if I could to extract a third orgasm out of that lovely body.
From the movements of her body and the short, sharp eager gasps she was giving off, Penny was close, very close. If I could just hold on a little longer... long enough to push her over the edge... but I sensed it wasn't going to happen.
Then, either good fortune or, as I suspect, some finely attuned sixth-sense, Georgie stepped in. Suddenly her mouth was next to Penny's ear, and I could hear her whispering some lovely filth to her.
"Come on your uncle's cock, Penny. He's going to fill you up with his lovely cum... I love seeing you fucked like this... you're so sexy and he's got a lovely cock and you love being fucked by it, don't you... show me how you come when your uncle fucks you..."
Penny cried out and buckled beneath me. Barely a second later I was doing much the same thing as the white-hot intensity of my orgasm exploded through me. I shot one, two, three deep ropes of cum inside her perfect tight cunt as I collapsed on top of her.
"God," I heard Georgie say, from a thousand miles away. "That was just the most wonderful, sexy thing ever."
**
On Saturday morning I awoke to an empty bed.
From the bathroom I could hear the sound of the shower and the low voices of the girls talking. I closed my eyes again. After that first session we'd cleaned ourselves up and then gorged ourselves on room service, reasoning -- with some justification -- that we'd burnt off enough calories to allow ourselves to indulge. Then we'd cuddled up on the sofa and watched a scary movie together, with both girls clinging to me at various creepy moments and making me feel agreeably masculine.
Then we'd retired to bed. We'd chatted for a while, though mainly it was the girls who chatted and me who listened. Then Penny had yawned, and said did we mind awfully if she just dozed for a while, and half an hour later both girls were fast asleep, nestled against each other. It hadn't taken me long to follow suit.
I heard the shower stop and a few minutes later the door opened. The girls scurried across the room and jumped back into bed, one either side of me, burrowing back down under the duvet.
"Good morning," I said.
"Morning," said Penny, and kissed me. A second later Georgie did the same.
I put an arm around each of them and pulled them close. They were naked, warm and damp from the shower, and my cock twitched in appreciation.
"So," said Penny. "We've been talking. About what we should do next."
I made a non-committal noise.
"And then... we thought, no, it shouldn't be up to us."
I raised an eyebrow. "No?"
"No. You should decide."
"You mean... what we do... right now?"
Penny nodded. I glanced at Georgie. "You're sure?"
"Sure," said Georgie. Her voice was low but there was no hesitation.
"So," said Penny. "You can do anything you like. Within reason, of course... but I'm sure we'll like it."
I looked at Georgie again. I was remembering this whole weekend had been about her wanting to see Penny with a man. And possibly dabbling a little herself. But that fundamentally, she preferred girls. How far would she be willing to go?
"Anything?"
"Yes." It was Georgie who spoke. "Anything you want, Rob."
"And what if... what I wanted... was to fuck you, Georgie?"
She blushed. "Is that what you want? Really?"
"It's one of the things I definitely want," I said. "You're beautiful, and sexy, and lovely, and I think to fuck you with Penny watching would be just... wonderful."
On the other side of me I felt Penny rub herself against my leg. I'm not sure she even knew she was doing it.
"OK," said Georgie. "And what are the other things?"
"Well... I'd love to see the two of you make love. If that was OK with you both, of course."
Penny spoke. "We can definitely do that!"
Georgie was still looking at me. "You want to fuck me?"
"Only if you want it too," I said.
She looked over at Penny, smiling. "Would that turn you on, sweetheart? Seeing your uncle with his cock in me?"
"Oh yes. So much."
"Well then," she said. "I guess I'd better get fucked."
She started to move as if to get on top of me, but Penny reached out and pushed her back.
"Wait," she said. "I want to... be involved too. Both of you... just lie back."
We did as she instructed. A few seconds later I felt my cock sliding into her hot mouth, and her expert hands beginning to work my shaft. It took only a minute before I was fully erect, and more than ready. Then she moved onto Georgie, spreading her legs and using her tongue to prepare her for me. I leant over and kissed Georgie on the mouth, and then bent lower to suck and caress her breasts, back and forth between the two.
After a few minutes Penny withdrew. "She's so wet," she said to me. "She's ready for you."
I rolled Georgie on top of me, her legs straddling mine. I pulled her down towards me and kissed her deeply, relishing the feeling of her small firm breasts on my chest. Her kisses were soft to begin with but then became more passionate, and I felt her whole body relax as she gave herself over to the experience.
"I want to put it in her," said Penny. "Please let me."
Georgie nodded and raised her body slightly from mine, allowing Penny to take my cock in her hand and carefully guide it towards her lover's moist entrance. I felt my tip enter her, and resolved to take it slow. But Georgie had other ideas, pushing herself firmly down so within a moment I was buried deep inside her.
"Oh God... it's been so long since I've had one of those... oh God..."
She lay there not moving for a moment, sprawled on my chest, and Penny stroked her cheek. I ran my fingers up and down her back, still not entirely sure if she was committed to this. Perhaps I had been selfish to ask her.
"Fuck me," Georgie whispered. "Fuck me now, please."
I put my arms around her, held her tight, and, with my niece lying beside us whispering encouragement, I began to thrust up into her, relishing her wonderful enveloping wetness. Part of me also enjoyed the feeling of transgression, that I was fucking a girl who usually preferred women, at her request, that I had my cock inside her and it was giving her pleasure. And having Penny there too, watching and touching herself, only added to the charged atmosphere.
After a few minutes like that I realised that Georgie had begun to grind herself against me, trying to find the perfect angle and friction that would give her what she needed. My own thrusts were making that more difficult for her, so I lay back and held her still for a moment.
"Use me," I whispered to her. "Use my cock, Georgie. Take what you need."
She took a second to absorb this and then nodded, biting her lip as she closed her eyes and gave herself over to the task. She rocked herself back and forth, pushing herself down at the right moment to press the tip of my cock against her g spot, and she began to moan more loudly.
"Yes," said Penny. "Come on his cock. Let me see you come on his lovely cock."
I remembered what I'd seen yesterday, how she'd pinched her nipples so viciously when watching Penny suck me. I reached up and put a hand on each breast and squeezed the tips hard.
"Fuck! FUCK! Yes... don't stop doing that!"
I kept that grip for another few seconds and then let go. I gave her a few seconds' respite, just long enough to glare furiously at me, and then repeated the action, even harder this time.
"Fuck! I'm coming! Jesus, Penny I'm coming so hard!"
With a final massive shudder she cried out and collapsed on top of me. I could feel the walls of her pussy pulsating against my cock.
"Jesus," she whispered faintly. "Please don't move. Not for a minute. Jesus!"
We lay like that for a minute, Penny lying beside us still with one arm draped over Georgie's back.
Then Georgie stirred and looked up at me.
"I need to make you come," she said.
"No need," I said. "Really."
She shook her head. "I want to. I really do."
She eased herself off me and slid carefully down my body.
"Wait," said Penny. "Let me taste you on him first."
I felt her tongue dart out and lick me from tip to shaft, and then her whole mouth was on me, greedily sucking me clean of her girlfriend's juices.
Then Georgie took over again, more confident now, taking me deep in her mouth, up and down, back and forth, her hand corkscrewing around my cock as her head bobbed over me.
"Come in her mouth," said Penny. "Come in her mouth so I can kiss it from her lips. Please... Daddy."
That taboo word, taunting and exciting me.
Georgie broke off for a moment. "Yes... come in my mouth, Daddy. Feed your girls with your lovely cum."
I exploded into her welcoming mouth, almost choking her with the thick torrent that seemed to erupt out of me. She moved slightly away so that Penny could join too, the pair of them licking and gobbling hungrily at the thick cream that was soon smeared over both their faces. As I watched their attention slowly turned from me to each other, kissing and cleaning each other's faces with devoted, loving passion. It is an image I have never forgotten, and hope I never will.
**
When I arrived home on Sunday night Belinda and Ellie were waiting for me.
"Well," said Belinda. "Did it go well?"
I cast my mind back. That first time in the shower. Fucking Penny while Georgie watched. Fucking Georgie while Penny watched. The two of them kissing deeply, covered with my cum. Then watching Penny and Georgie make slow, teasing love to each other. Penny grinding herself on my face as Georgie rode on my cock. The two of them kneeling side by side, giggling, perfect round bottoms in the air, as I moved back and forth between them, plunging my cock first deep into one and then into the other.
"Yes," I said, a little wearily. "It went pretty well."
Ellie appeared behind her mother. "Thank God you're back. I'm so horny! Come on, let's go upstairs!"
"Um," I said. "Any chance of... a night off?"
I thought their laughter was a little unkind, in the circumstances.
**
I was lying in bed with Belinda when the last, wonderful, undeserved piece of my jigsaw fell into place.
"You look preoccupied," she said. "Everything OK?"
"Sure," I said. "Everything's just fine. It's just... well, the lease is up on the house in a few months."
"I've told you, you can move in here whenever you want. It would be so much easier. Or do you want to keep it because of Penny?"
"No -- I think she's fine with the idea of not having it any more. She's moved on -- we've all moved on. So... no, it's not that."
"Well, what's the problem?"
"I don't like the idea of... just moving in here. I know I live here a lot of the time... but somehow it just feels wrong."
"Why?" She wasn't cross or irritable, but genuinely curious. She was a wonderful woman.
"It's... a male thing, I guess. I just don't feel comfortable knowing this is really your home, and I'm the newcomer -- I should be providing for you, not the other way around."
"Mmm," she said. "You do provide for me -- for all of us -- in all sorts of ways."
"I know... it's a bit old-fashioned of me. I'll... probably get past it. But it does bother me a bit."
"I understand," she said. "I really do. You should be the man of the house, in every sense."
I looked at her. "How do you mean?"
She took a breath, and for once looked a little less confident than she normally was.
"How do you feel about... getting married?"
It was my turn to pause. But the moment she said it, there was only one answer.
"I think... I'd like that very much," I said.
Belinda kissed me, a long, sensual kiss.
"Good," she said. "Then I suggest you go and ask her."
**
Belinda gave her daughter away, and Jess and Penny were the bridesmaids.
It was a quiet, private service, thank goodness, with just one other guest. Penny asked if Georgie could be there too, and I was more than happy to agree. The two of them were still deeply in love, and had moved in together after finishing college. I couldn't have been more pleased for her.
For our honeymoon I took Ellie to Hawaii, a place she'd said she always dreamed of going to. It more than lived up to her expectations. We had a private chalet on a stunning, quiet beach where we could discard our clothes and just wander around as the mood took us. Usually it wasn't long before the mood took us back indoors to the vast double bed. In the evenings we would sit on the veranda, sipping our drinks and holding hands and watching the sun slip beneath the horizon.
I doubt there is a closer place to paradise anywhere on earth. I have promised Ellie when we're older we will go back there again with our children.
When we got home Belinda's house had received an offer for the asking price, and she'd drawn up a shortlist of several possibilities for us to look at. With our combined resources we could afford something that was considerably bigger but also with some land attached, and we found a large, beautiful house set on two acres that wasn't overlooked. Ellie and I had the master bedroom and Belinda had a lovely suite of rooms that was effectively its own little cottage attached to the main house. And, of course, there were rooms for Jess and Penny as well.
We had several months of cheerful chaos while we moved furniture, decorated, and bickered over sleeping arrangements - one of the few times when I think we all prioritised sleep over sex, though there was still plenty of the latter.
There was something about the new house that subtly altered my position, though I'd be hard-pushed to explain it. Being married came with a new sense of responsibility, of course. But Belinda certainly still expected and needed a lot of loving attention, which I was more than happy to give and which Ellie remained happy to accommodate. Superficially our nocturnal arrangements remained much as before. I think it was the sense of a new beginning that allowed me to step confidently into the role which, I realised now, Belinda had always envisaged and hoped for me.
Put simply, I was no longer in her late husband's shadow. I was the man of the house. That may sound old-fashioned and sexist and patriarchal and all of those things -- and you would be correct. But it was what we all wanted. It felt right.
And, I promise you, if you'd been party to some of the conversations about carpets and paint colours during those first few months, you wouldn't have got much sense of a dominant male ruling the roost. Honestly, it's as if women think men are useless when it comes to interior decoration.
**
And so, somehow, Christmas dawned again. Our first in the new house. That brought its own challenges, one minor, one major. The minor one was that I have never been good at buying gifts. I don't like shopping and I am very bad at guessing what people will like. The rational, practical part of me hates the waste of money that is part and parcel of the whole process, the purchasing of things that people don't really like or need, often bought with money the giver doesn't have.
But, to my surprise, my Inner Grinch has been tamed quite easily. It turns out the trick to buying gifts for women is to take other women with you. They seem to know with unerring accuracy what will be appreciated and acceptable and, although they will linger much longer in their decision making than you would really like, there are compensations. There is a jeweller in a nearby town, for instance, who had now seen me in there twice with different beautiful women, both of whom seemed to be particularly affectionate towards me. When I was shopping for Jess and Ellie, I went with Belinda. When I was shopping for Penny, Georgie and Belinda, I went with Ellie. I know it makes me sound shallow to admit that I enjoyed his envious looks, but there we are.
Late on Christmas Eve, therefore, I was able to gaze a little complacently at the pile of presents I had contributed to the collection under the tree. That challenge was sorted. But, as I settled down onto the sofa to sip my beer, the major challenge remained unresolved.
Upstairs, there were four doors I could go through. Behind one of them was sleeping my lovely wife, five months pregnant now. Pregnancy seemed to agree with her, as not only did she give off an enhanced glow of vitality and health, but her sexual appetite, not inconsiderable to begin with, seemed to have increased yet further - despite my reservations.
Don't be silly," she'd told me, when I said that we should probably be a little more careful and less energetic in our love-making. "Our daughter will quite understand." She was convinced from the start that we would have a girl.
So yes, I thought, I could go our room and be greeted sleepily but enthusiastically by Ellie. But -- perhaps rest would be better for her.
Belinda was another possibility, of course. I never tired of the greedy yet generous sexual energy she brought to every encounter. I owed her so much -- she had literally transformed my life. To curl up beside her, to bring her awake with a gentle kiss behind her ears, to feel her roll towards me and opening her arms -- that was a stirring, tempting thought.
She'd looked a little tired earlier though, I thought. Getting ready for Christmas, all the food, wrapping and preparations, the determination that everything should be perfect... that had taken a slight toll. Perhaps, like with Ellie, the gentlemanly thing to do would be to let her sleep.
And besides, she and Ellie were there all year around. Jess was here just for a few days. She'd be zooming off again after an early lunch on Boxing Day, back to her beloved theatre which she was now the manager of. She'd just broken up with her latest boyfriend, and I thought I'd detected an extra enthusiasm in her hug and kiss when I'd greeted her a few hours earlier, holding her delicious body firmly against mine for several long moments before releasing me.
What about Penny and Georgie? Penny and I had been talking a lot recently, looking at calendars and trying to find windows that worked for all of us. Ideally they wanted their baby to be born in October or November.
"Or it might be two babies, if you get us both pregnant. That would be lovely. And of course when we started thinking about a donor, we both agreed immediately about you," Penny had said. "Particularly as you can... donate what we need in such a nicer way."
The last week of January and the first week of February was currently booked for me to go and stay with them. If their calculations were correct, in the first week Georgie would be at her most fertile, and in the second week it would be Penny.
But, I mused, these things weren't an exact science. If I was to go and spend the night with them now, perhaps a late September baby would be acceptable?
I sighed. So many possibilities. Perhaps the best thing would be to just fall asleep down here. But then I really would be in trouble tomorrow.
No, I should go upstairs, and listen out to see who might still be awake. Or perhaps somebody would be listening out for me, ready to open their door and invite me in. I knew whichever door I knocked on, I would be welcome.
I got up and put out the lights, and headed for the stairs.
These things have a way of working themselves out.