Continuing Karen, Greg & Kate's 24 hour threesome

It seems there was a cut and paste error with transferring the story. Sorry. Here's the rest; just about all about sex now 

Following my lead, Kate started by lying on her stomach while Greg initially straddled her butt to do her back, pleasuring her skin as he rubbed it in; making a point of having his hands slide just a little under each of the hems of her bikini bottoms as he took the cream right up to the edge, brushing her crutch with the back of his hand as he creamed between her thighs and lifting each strap of her bikini top as he did under those too. Then he asked her to flip over.

Kate closed her eyes and enjoyed it as Greg sat on her crutch to cream up her top surface; starting with her face as he lightly touched over all its skin rubbing a thin covering of cream into an invisible film. Then he worked down her body, once again teasingly sliding fingers under the bikini top triangles, brushing up her nipples as the back of his hand moved across the material of her top while he thoroughly worked around all the exposed breast surface; a much more involved process for Kate than it was for me.

Kate cooed softly as Greg continued down her stomach and moaned a little sigh of pleasure as he worked around her bikini bottoms and crutch area before finishing off along her legs.

I think it was safe to assume it had the same effect on Kate as it has on me.

Kate and I then shared the pleasure of creaming Greg the same way; each of us working the half of his body closest to us. Greg had grown a full boner by the time he’d finished creaming Kate, so all we could do was compound an already pronounced state of arousal by our actions.

Then we each lay back on the lounges as we talked

As we lay there this time I pulled Greg’s hand across and placed it on my crutch - an invitation for him to start playing with me – and then put my hand back over his crutch, covering his boner with the surface of my palm. With Kate’s face turned towards us for the conversation, she could hardly have failed to notice the movement.

After about a minute I suggested to Greg he ask Kate if she’d “like a hand too; maybe an exchange of hands”, amusing myself with the range of meanings of that phase.

She pulled her sun glasses away from her eyes, looked us straight in the eyes and replied with a “yes please” before replacing the glasses and relaxing her head back on the lounge. After Greg had put his hand over her crutch, Kate put her hand atop mine on Greg’s boner.

For Greg and I this also was a well-practiced routine. We could sit for nearly an hour like this having quite a pleasant conversation, even a drink, as we kept each other in a constant massively aroused state. With the lining completely cut out of the bikini I had on – specifically for this purpose - the effect of his fingers had a magnified effect.

We’d talked often enough about what the other liked that by now we could optimise the effect of the other; bringing them to something near orgasm before backing off and letting them settle before taking them through another cycle.

Greg would start just by brushing lightly over my mons, then his fingers would explore the length of my labia; feeling it fill out to his touch, running his finger up and down along its length for a while. Then when he knew he had my attention, his fingers would push in deeper, letting the crutch of the bikini moisten with my body’s wetness, testing out the opening to my vagina and rimming around it. Then and only then would he slide his fingers over my clit, first teasing it with gentle movements, then pushing more firmly against it as he moved across its surface.

After a cycle or two of that, using his fingers to tease up my nipples under the bikini top in between his fingers might then slide down the front of my bikini bottom, find my clit and give it more direct stimulation; taking a break now and then to penetrate into me and wet his fingers for more clit stimulation.

All this time my fingers would be playing against his boner, drawing shapes on the swimmers encasing them, rimming around under his balls, circling the head and stroking up and down; teasing out a flood of pre-cum.

While this often didn’t go further than the teasing, one benefit of it was that if we did finish with sex we usually found the resultant orgasms incredibly magnified by the prolonged period of intense foreplay.

With two girls to keep involved, Greg could do little other than duplicate the movements he made on me on Kate as well.

Most of the time we talked; mainly catching up on how Kate was finding her change to studying Medicine; especially the pressures of it after the more relaxed timetable involved in her previous Law studies. Sometimes the conversation would lapse and there’d be a momentary silence as we just contemplated our arousals.

I quite enjoyed seeing Greg feel up Kate. It seemed to be part of my fantasy too. Knowing his hands and fingers were doing to her exactly what they were doing to me I could interpret all the details of what was happening with the bulge of Greg’s hands down the front of her bikini pants; could mentally picture every intimate detail.

I doubt Kate had ever experienced this type of engagement before. I suspect most of her sexual encounters were more of the wam, bam, thankyou mam type with men even Kate described as having penis focused needs. Every now and then I’d hear a little coo or whimper of pleasure emanate from her.

You lose track of time in these circumstances. The conversation had been flowing and easy and I suspect it must have been maybe 40 minutes. Some aspect of the conversation had turned on a comparison with a subject Greg and I were doing, so Greg had turned to face me as we mulled the question over; although my vision was still reasonably focused on his hand down her pants, rubbing her clit like he was mine.

That sort of disguised the fact Kate had suddenly fallen silent; probably also made us miss a change in her breathing. Kate let out another of her cute little ‘ooh’s’. A moment later she clamped her hand over her crutch and Greg’s hand within it, lifted her hips and swayed them from side to side and let out a prolonged ooooh as she experienced an extended orgasm.

All Greg could do was let his hand ride the bucking bronc and wait until it was over; signalled in this case by Kate cradling the side of Greg face with her spare hand and pulling his towards her for a kiss – never for a moment releasing the clamping grip she had over his hand in her crutch. “That was beautiful…sorry, I didn’t mean to go”.

I giggled. “I didn’t think girls had to apologise for going early; although I hope you’re not finished”

I took Greg’s hand out of my pants, kissed the back of his palm, got up out of the chair and leaned over Kate. Picking up Kate’s hand – and thereby releasing Greg’s – I pulled it. “Come on, were all going in the pool”.

Kate didn’t resist as I pushed towards the pool and shoved her in, making sure Greg was following before I jumped in after her.

Once Greg had joined us I pushed him up into a corner of the pool and started pashing him, dragging Kate by the hand into the huddle and making sure she got equal attention from Greg. Since we were semi suspended by the floatation of the water, hands and arms were everywhere as we rubbed our bodies up and down against each other. There was however one thing I started by monopolising; Greg’s swimmer sheathed shaft was between my legs.

In a way both Greg’s hands were occupied just tying the group together and stopping us floating away, so he didn’t have a lot of spare hand power for more intimate contact.

I’d grown curious as I’d contemplated this weekend what it was like to feel up another girl, so I figured I might as well get that out of my system now. In our first encounter this afternoon my contact had been pretty light and intermittent; now I stuck my hand down Kate’s pants and as we both cuddled up and took turns kissing Greg from either side, started giving her the sort of attention I liked to get from Greg.

I wasn’t sure whether her just finished climax had left her wanting a rest or aroused and ready to keep going for more. Her reaction said more; she cooed and pushed herself closer to me. My hand explored; feeling her engorged clit with the hood retracted, pushing a finger inside her and feeling what that was like.

I wasn’t sure what she liked, but figured as long as she was already fully aroused and ready for it, the clit was a safer option; starting gently at first allowing for the dilution of her body’s lubrication by the pool water. Something in her movements told me I was hitting the spot; although I started to sympathise more with Greg about the difficulty of reading a girl’s reaction to these things.

Kate pushed herself closer and suddenly I felt her fingers reaching down into my pants; pushing aside Greg’s shaft as the fingers sought out intimate contact. If Greg didn’t realise what the two girls in his life were up to before he can hardly have missed it when he felt Kate’s hand down my pants. I saw him look down through the water checking out what was going on; his arms bundling us all more tightly together.

Her fingers explored the length of my crutch; penetrating deeply into me before also settling on my clit. I hadn’t just climaxed – I was already massively aroused. In playing with my crutch Greg had been going for long play, not the end game, backing off and taking it easy or detours elsewhere if he thought I was getting too excited. Kate was showing no such subtlety; she started working towards the end result and knew how to go about it. I loved what she was doing but was scared if I went too early it might disrupt my intended end plan for this encounter.

I was torn between just letting it happen and trying to slow it down; I was supressing my usual vocalisation of this intensity of feeling, trying not to encourage Kate to try even harder. She didn’t need any encouragement; her fingers were moving rapidly against my clit, just about ripping my pants off as they moved inside it.

Greg’s technique on me was much more slow and deliberate. He’d never had any trouble getting me to come with that. I’d never masturbated until I’d met Greg and not had much reason to since, so didn’t really know the range of things that worked. I’d say that Kate’s had a lot more practice than me. There was a certain insistence to what she was doing; seemingly telling me I was going to come under her fingers. It was my turn kissing Greg and as I let the water suspend my weight while I pressed my body against Greg and had my tongue in his mouth I fought back against this rising tide of an impending climax.

Suddenly I felt Kate’s head push itself down between Greg’s and my chests, her teeth pull away one of the triangles of my bikini top and her mouth over my nipple. As her tongue and lips teased and stimulated my nipple the tide rose faster.

Like the effect of a Dutch dike bursting, the tide reached a critical point and a climax flooded through my body as I breathed a series of “ahh’s” into Greg mouth as I continued to kiss him. Kate simply held her hand firmly against my crutch as the whole lower half of my body tensed and I instinctively pushed it against whatever human contact I could find.

All this time my hand had still been down Kate’s pants too but I’d long since lost any focus I what I was doing down there. I continued to play with her in a way and could feel she was still incredibly aroused, but I was not playing with the determination she’d used on me.

Rather than keep going and finish Kate off I thought it was time to take this to the next level. Once my climax had finished, I broke away from Greg and lifted Kate up through the causeway between the main pool and the spa; using the hand down her pants as part of the lifting technique. Then I directed Greg through there too before joining them in the spa myself.

As soon as I was in I laid Greg out on the dividing seat. With three of us in the spa the water level had risen a bit and the only parts of his main torso that broke the surface were his pecs and his boner. The latter, having been sitting between my legs for the last five minutes was now captured by his swimmers and held perpendicular to his body; standing vertically out of the water like a mast on a swamped boat.

The top third of it was simply sheathed by the swimmers as the material stretched to try and accommodate their contents. Because the material was unlined and now clinging wet, every detail of his anatomy could be discerned under its covering. Even though it was soaking wet, you could clearly see pre-cum was oozing out of the tip and through the material in anticipation of what he knew was to come.

Below that the material lay tightly against his shaft between the tip and the waist band; following the curve of his shaft. But the rest of it spread out in a sort of cone shape as material was drawn in form other parts of the garment by the unnatural distortion caused by his boner. Every few seconds some sort of pulse would pass through his shaft, trying to restore it to the more natural position parallel to his body. As this happened, his balls would push more deeply into the side of the cone, but the material would not release its grip and his shaft would be pulled back upright.

I loved this view of Greg. It reminded me so much of our first day together and the fantasies I had while he floated in the water as I supported him. When he and I were alone, it was always tempting just to leave him like that for a while and play with him and keep him teased up while I squatted down in the water alongside him and just stared at him and relived those fantasies.

But today we had company.

With the sort of hand signal a waiter might use to offer you a dessert, Kate offered me first play. I signalled in response, giving her first go instead.

Kate straddled Greg’s legs; one of her feet being either side of the spa seat Greg was lying along. She didn’t share my swimwear obsession. Without further ado she fished the waist tie of Greg’s swimmers out from under his waist band, pulled the string lose and lifted the waistband over his shaft; freeing it from it bindings and letting it flop back firmly against his body. Then she pulled his pants the length of his legs and right off him

Kate had remembered the dream I’d recorded in the book. Flipping the lower tie of her bikini top under the head of his shaft, she brought her breasts down to straddle it, then pushing her breasts together with her hands she started to titty fuck him. Her breast were large enough to engulf his erection, curving around so that breast flesh was in contact with the full 360 degree circuit of his shaft.

This was going to be a one off experience for Greg. There was no way my breasts would do that.

I positioned myself in the water alongside him to kiss Greg’s face and chest from over his head, letting me look down the length of his body to watch what was happening. From here I was treated to the sight of Greg’s manhood disappearing into the folds of Kate’s breasts only to then thrust out again as she competed each stroke. Kate was clearly pleasuring her nipples against his chest as their engorged outline could been seen pushing into the material of her bikini top.

I could hear little moans of pleasure from Greg as he too not only took in the visual pleasure but all too clearly felt it effect.

Taking a sequence straight out of what I’d written about my dream, Kate slipped Greg’s shaft inside a triangle of her bikini top, twisted her body slightly and started pleasuring her nipple against his shaft; trying to get the shaft to burst out of the side of the top and slip back into it with each stroke – just like in the dream.

It only worked for a couple of strokes before the wet material of the top was simply ripped away from the action and curled into a twisted string leaving just the bare breast doing all the work, but I’m not sure Greg cared much as he continued to emit small vocal indications of the pleasure Kate was giving him.

Normally in the middle of sex Greg makes sure I’m getting some sort of stimulation even if whatever we’re doing isn’t principally focused on me. That’s most often a finger playing with my clit. Here he hadn’t forgotten me, but maybe thought that my clit might have been rubbed out, given he must have been able to feel Kate’s finger on his shaft as she worked me to my climax.

Instead he started playing with my nipple; sliding a finger inside my bikini top to do so.

I looked up to see Kate grinning at me like a Cheshire Cat. All I could do was grin back.

Kate reached behind her back and undid the knots holding her bikini top in place, letting the top fall across Greg’s pubis. Then backing up she took Greg’s shaft in her hand and started licking it, attacking it like an ice-cream cone, approaching it from every direction and occasionally taking a giant lick along its full length and over its top, poising at the bell to lick up the pre-cum and flutter her tongue along the edge of the bell. All the while she looked up towards the faces of Greg and me, just smiling while all we could do was smile back and in Greg’s case let out little pleasurable groans from time to time.

I knew Greg was in danger of coming.

I’d already left some condoms by the edge of the spa in anticipation of this moment. I handed Kate one.

Kate sheathed Greg in it, then slid her hips up to over Greg’s chest and within easy reach of Greg’s hands; her crutch distractingly filling Greg’s field of vision. In the most feminine, seductive voice I’ve ever heard from a woman who naturally sounds feminine and seductive she asked.. ”do you want to take my pants big boy?”

Leaving my nipple to itself for a moment, Greg reached up and on each side one of his hands pulled the bow holding up her bikini bottom; ensuring the strings were fully released so that the pants simply fell off her and across his chest. Kate left them there; with her bikini top still draped across his pubis, as Kate slid back down to the business end of his body she left a trail of her clothing down the length of his torso.

Kate inserted Greg into her. This time she put her hands on Greg’s thighs behind her; angling her body backward as she started bouncing up and down on Greg. Her breasts, pointed skyward, started their trademark bounce. With the free hand not engaged with my nipple he tried to reach for them but found them just out of a reach that would afford a constant controlling contact that would let him play with one.

With a boldness that surprised me I brought my face towards Kate’s chest and steadied a breast before taking its nipple in my mouth. I teased the nipple up between my lips as a prelude to sucking it deeper into my mouth and playing with it with my tongue. Then once I had that one under control, I reached across with my spare hand to play with the other nipple between my fingers; although I always kept within my vision the sight of the base of Greg’ shaft emerging from and disappearing back into Kate’s body as she rose up and down on him. After all, for me that seemed to be the whole obsession about a threesome.

Kate brought one of her supporting hands onto the top of my head; holding me against her.

It was a strange sensation. I suppose girls can and do play with their own nipples between their fingers, but they hardly can play their lips or tongue over their own. I started to see why guys liked doing it so much; just to experience that sensation of another person’s body reacting to you like that.

As I’d moved towards Kate’s breasts I’d moved mine out of Greg’s easy reach. Probably deciding I’d sufficiently recovered, Greg started fingering my crutch from behind, his fingers slipping under the leg hem of my bikini pants to penetrate into me and feel up my clit again.

Like in my dream an outside observer might have thought we were playing some strange game of sexual twister; with Kate providing a sort of musical accompaniment with her delightful little coo’s of pleasure.

This time Greg came first; not surprising given the extended playing and teasing he’d just been through. Kate knew her time was limited, so put more effort into finding her climax. As she bounced more determinably up and down on Greg, grinding herself against his pubis on every downstroke, I thought I might have had trouble staying in contact with her nipples. But the size of her breasts acted like a sort of shock absorber for me; letting them move about instead of me while her hand continued to fix me to her chest.

She got there. Not the machine gun orgasm of our earlier encounter; this one marked by that sweet feminine “ooh” that Greg and I had heard on both the previous times we’d witnessed her orgasms. This one was a bit louder and a bit more intense than we’d heard before and I took that as an indication she’d had a pretty good one.

I felt Kate start to collapse forward over Greg. As I pulled my head away she lay flat along his body, nuzzling the side of his face and occasionally lifting her head to peck at his cheek. For a minute I was forgotten; Kate had Greg to herself. That was OK. In those moments after a big climax I knew all too well you do just want to curl up in contact with your lover; it’s a natural automatic reaction. I kneelt beside them stroking Kate’s hair.

Eventually she broke the spell. She reached out to my face, pulled it towards hers and kissed me; more than a peck on the lips, our lips teased each other and eventually her tongue penetrated my mouth. It wasn’t prolonged; just a momentary flutter. Then she broke off, kissed Greg on the cheek again and slid forward to pull Greg out of her.

Greg had gone completely flaccid. As he came out of her it rolled the condom off him too and it floated away, his seed escaping into the water.

Kate dismounted from Greg, leaving his spent body prone along the seat like that of a fallen ancient warrior, the parts of her bikini still draped across him like an offering to the god I thought of him as.

Greg hadn’t forgotten me. As he lay there he reached out for my hand. Then, after a moment’s recovery he floated himself off the seat and pushed me over it, lying me down in the position he was previously in. Putting a leg across the seat into the deep water on the other side, he straddled me; supporting his weight with his arms as his powerful body filled my vision and towered over me. He bent his head down and kissed me before backing off in the direction of my crutch.

Manoeuvring himself so that he was left sitting straddling the seat under my legs, Greg bent forward, lifted my hips out of the water towards his face, undid the side ties from my bikini bottoms to pull it off me and started licking me. I was already aroused, so his target was well marked. Alternatively licking, flicking and just lightly taking me between his lips and sucking, he soon had me trying to restrain my desire to buck my hips to the pleasure and make the sort of noises my love making is famous for; aware of the closeness of neighbours.

For a moment I’d forgotten all about Kate; but then she reached over me, ferreted out the ties of my bikini top and pulled them undone with her teeth until she was able to pull the top off my body with her lips. Even through the pleasure Greg was giving me I had time to think…”that’s interesting, I’ve never been undressed by a girl before”.

Then her lips were on my nipple, the other one being played with by her fingers.

OMG. Normally when Greg gives me oral he tries to play with a nipple with his fingers. But it’s at the limit of his reach and he’s distracted by other things. It’s nice, but not really drawing full use out of my nipples’ potential for delivering extra pleasure, given I can have an orgasm on nipple stimulation alone. Now I had Kate giving them the most intense workout while Greg worked down there.

Any restraint I was able to exercise simply got blown away. With my cries of “oh yes”, Greg suddenly found himself trying to stay in contact while my hips rocked and swayed to the rhythm of my building excitement while Kate had my chest pinned to the seat with her head; one nipple sucked deeply into her mouth, the other being twirled about between her fingers.

With my hands having started on Kate’s back, as I came I tried to reach down to pull Greg’s head firmly against my crutch; managing to grab nothing more than a clump of hair to do the job. I arched my back high out of the water, demanding his head follow. Somewhere in all that my foot came into contact with his shaft and felt it had recovered into a massive boner. Between groans my ability to actually talk was limited. “In me, fuck me” was all I could get out. It was enough.

Sliding himself forward, Greg brought his shaft against my crutch, bent it down with his hand and brought the head to the opening of my body. With him sitting straddling the seat with his thighs now under my bottom and me lying on my back with my back arched upwards, as he slowly inserted himself the head of his shaft slid firmly along the front wall of my vagina.

As I’ve said before, I’m no expert on whether a G spot exists or whether I have one, but I’ve always found a sex position that puts the pressure there works a treat. With the back of my thighs pressed into Greg’s chest, my lower legs wrapped around him, Kate still working over my nipples, Greg’s finger working my clit and his shaft thrusting hard and fast in and out of me like a piston with all that pressure on that front wall, I found myself experiencing what I can only describe as a continual sequence of orgasms; not massive ones, not screamers, just intensely pleasurable. It seemed as soon as one finished another would start up.

I lost count. I don’t know how Greg or Kate interpreted the endless groans but each one represented nothing less than what seemed like an individual orgasm. I’ve had multiple orgasms plenty of times before – even closely spaced ones – but nothing like this. This was unique and I felt terribly selfish just lying back and enjoying it, being unable to do anything to share the pleasure with the others; even if Greg was in the process of finding his own release.

Having only just recovered from his last orgasm, Greg wasn’t in a hurry. While I continued to enjoy it all there just came a time I thought it was getting to be too much. I squeezed Greg as tight as I could inside me, trying to accelerate his finish. Sensing maybe I was ready for him to come, he slowed the clit fingering, leaned forward – at least taking some of the pressure off and slowing the progress of my orgasms – and thrust faster until with a loud groan he emptied his load into me.

Now it was Kate’s turn to pull her head away and let Greg lie on top of me in a lover’s embrace; one I was certainly in the mood for.

If the moment when sex ends and it’s time for lovers to separate and get up is awkward at the best of times, it’s more so when there’s three of you. Eventually Greg decided it was time to get off me and I was willing to let him go. We separated ourselves and the three of us ended up sitting naked in the spa; somehow as if nothing else had happened.

What do you say now? If the games are over, how do you break up the party?

Greg managed to break the ice. Sitting between Kate and myself with an arm around both our shoulders he raised the topic of Kate’s “machine gun orgasm” asking if she often has those. That led to Kate admitting it was her first. What’s more she revealed she wasn’t entirely kidding when she’d said that while it was mind blowing a second one might be fatal. As she started to put her bikini on in her room she’d once again found herself unable to do anything except collapse on the floor and wait a while until her strength returned. After a combination of some amusement at Kate expense and jealously at her experience she moved to the topic to my multiple orgasms. Here I also had to admit that I’d never experienced anything like that almost continuous sequence of orgasms I’d just had.

All of which really turned the joke onto Greg as the guy; limited as he was to single short orgasms with a long – by girl standards anyway – recovery period.

I was starting to feel the responsibility as the one who had to be the director of this threesome; the one who was setting the rules. Even as we continued to sit there and talk my mind was thinking forward trying to work out what I really wanted from this as well as think about the others. For me I thought the actual sex might be finished for the time being, but I was no-where near finished with the sense of intimacy and sharing.

It’s difficult to convey the passing of time in narrating this story, but we’d actually spent most of the afternoon in our love making sessions and it was getting on to what the boys might call “beer o’clock”. We were still in the spa, Greg still with an arm around each of our shoulders. Readers will know in this situation Greg tends to reach down, cover my breast with the palm of his hand and touch up my nipple between his fingers – not to start things up again, just as a sort of guy thing; although I’ve always found it far more arousing that I suspect he knows. That’s what he was doing to both Kate and me now. While I might love it, I didn’t assume all girls would appreciate it. Still I didn’t see Kate doing anything other than relax back and facilitate it.

As I looked down though the water he had another boner looking straight back up at me; something I’m sure was equally visible to Kate. Mind you given each of the girls had a hand placed intimately high on his thigh that wasn’t surprising. We were all turning wrinkly from the water; it was time to get out.

I suggested it was time for pre-dinner drinks and got no objection to the idea; but here Kate got to join in another little routine that Greg and I had developed over time. We dry each other instead of ourselves. With the three of us, this converted into one of us standing still while the other two dried them; one in front and the other behind. I was generous enough to let Greg dry Kate’s front and vice versa; an intimate process at the best of times especially given Greg’s aroused state. Since Kate had already seen and helped me get dry at least she knew what to expect and seemed to enjoy it.

By this time of year the days are usually warm enough but the evenings tend towards the cool. Anticipating this I’d turned the house reverse cycle air conditioning on to produce a mildly warm lounge room, because I’d never really intended we’d get dressed again after we came out of the pool.

Zoe’s party had left me quite fascinated by, even attracted to, communal nudity; at least in circumstances I had some control over. That didn’t by the way include nudist colonies with a majority of late middle aged males with beer guts; but I’d found the collection of gorgeous naked bodies of guys and girls my own age had produced a somewhat addictive hormonal surge at the party.

So as we came inside I simply unwrapped them from their damp towels as soon as they were in the door and out of the view of the neighbours; encouraging them to turn left towards the lounge room instead of just letting them go towards the bedroom and the source of clothing. There they found dry towels to spread over our lounge chairs; suggesting Kate and Greg grab a seat while I served drinks.

And so until dinner we sat and talked on the lounge chairs – Kate and me on the double and Greg directly facing us on the single – with Greg having a view straight up both our naked fannies. I can’t say either Kate or myself made any special effort to keep our legs together either; quite the opposite. Indeed there’s something about being with Kate that brings out in me a confident, playful flirtativeness; an aspect of myself I quite like but I don’t have the confidence to really do without her. With Greg in a state of seemingly continuous arousal, we in turn had a delightful view of Greg’s impressive boner as it reached up towards his navel and he teased us physically and vocally with its potential.

Drinkies moved on to dinner and dinner on to late evening entertainment; all still naked. Greg’s boner went up and down – but mainly up. Given that before I met Greg I would even have avoided being naked in a ladies’ change room, I was surprised how comfortable I had become with this sort of semi-communal nakedness.

I’d never had forgotten the analogy to a game of sexual Twister that came out of my first dream of a threesome. My parents had a game of Twister stashed away in a top cupboard that had been pulled out on rare occasions for a family game. Well after dinner had settled and we’d enjoyed another glass of red wine, I pulled the game out and made Greg and Kate join in.

An interesting couple of games it was too. I’m sure were not the first to try it, but doing it naked raises it to a whole new level; although I didn’t really focus until this night on how often Twister leaves you staring into someone else’s butt. Greg and Kate both have very cute butts, but that degree of intimacy with each of theirs was at the very least good for a few more giggles.

As bed time rolled around I let Kate participate in another sharing ritual Greg and I had developed; showering together. So the three of us showered together; soaping each other and generally fooling around under the stream of water before repeating the drying each other process we’d gone through after the swim. As Greg would say, one of the disadvantages of being a guy is that your arousal is there for all to see. His certainly was throughout this process as it had been for most of the night. Mine might have been less visible but it was no less. As for Kate; well that’s the girl’s advantage – short of a very intimate inspection you can’t be absolutely sure. All I can say is that she was a willing, even keen, participant in all the activities; relaxed and sexually playful with the intimacy.

And so to bed.

When we’d got out of the pool I had sort of thought that might have been the end of the full on sex. I’d always intended the threesome would go on to the time we got up in the morning, but that the rest of it would just be the sort of playful intimacy of which the evening had been an example; including a shared bed. After all, at least during the holidays, the bed - always located as it was in one of our parent’s houses – was about the last place we had sex. Back into our university routines and with less alternative venues it had become a more common place to get down to it, but still it was far from the case that ‘sleeping together’ meant having sex if alternatives could be found.

On this night, by the time I’d climbed into bed I’d pretty well changed my mind. Hours of constant arousal had done their work.

One of the strange thinks about the design of the human body is that the most intimate – maybe even the most passionate – and certainly the most common sex position is also one that doesn’t work that well for the girl. I have always found the guy lying on top position the sexiest. Even though I think of myself as independent minded that sense of having his strength on display as he surrounds you with his limbs and supports his weight over you, of him ramming himself into you with enough force to impart the passion of the action of his love making while still being concerned for your comfort and pleasure, of being protected, taken and dominated all at once, is an incredible turn on. Of course those three words – protected, taken and dominated – can only go together because of the complete lack of any physical threat or possibility of harm.

Nor does it mean I always want to be subservient; it’s just sometimes what I yearn for. Inconsistent maybe, but that’s a woman’s prerogative – as long as I give Greg enough clues as to what it is I want.

But as we all know guy on top is not a position guaranteed to get a girl’s clit going and Greg’s happy to acknowledge it’s the position he’s likely to last the shortest time in.

By putting a pillow under my bum to get a better angle and because Greg had tried to get the same contact with his thrusting as he felt me seeking when I was on top, over time we managed to get a better hit rate, but Greg didn’t have the instant feedback I did when I was on top. It didn’t always work.

Still that’s what I was in the mood for and more importantly, in my strangeness, what I wanted to watch Greg give to Kate tonight. Greg always tended to default to what he thought worked best for me; but often finishing on top after I’d gone and rolled him there. To instigate him on top from the start I generally put a pillow under my bum, usually one of a pair of large reading pillows which I kept for that purpose by the bed, which gave him the hint of what I wanted.

Greg was last processing himself through the bathroom, so I certainly had a chance to set up what I wanted; but what about Kate? Six months ago I was a virgin, even if I had just about screwed Greg’s cock off since then. Kate had been active since she was 16. Who was I to tell her “this is the position you’ll do it in” even if I was in control of who got the attention? Maybe she didn’t even need a pillow for this.

I decided to exercise an unusual degree of boldness for me and take control anyway. Kate had gone first through the bathroom and was lying naked on the bed as I approached it. I picked up both pillows, tossed one into the empty space I’d be occupying and with a wink at Kate, lifted her hips and slipped the other one under them.

Then I lay down next to her arching my hips over the pillow I left for me. For just a moment I felt the insecurity that Kate could induce in any other woman near her. She had always reminded me somewhat of the model Kate Upton; except our Kate was probably slimmer, taller and more athletic than the model one. So here I was lying naked next to a girl whose bikini body would leave the model feeling short, fat and frumpy. It would only be human nature that any other guy but Greg coming into the room and presented with the obvious invitation we were offering would basically ignore me and go for Kate. My only tiny recompense was that lying on her back like this I could see Kate’s D cups weren’t entirely immune to the effect of gravity. Standing they were still unnaturally perky; defying gravity. On her back, they leaned off to the side; the narrow pass of cleavage she usually displayed becoming something of a broader valley. The knowledge that my B cups still pointed vertically was a very small sort of victory, but you find consolation where you can

So when Greg came into the room he discovered two girls lying side by side on their back looking conspiratorially at each other, their hands joined, each with their legs apart and hips arched skywards by the pillows seemingly – if not actually – just inviting him to mount them. At least that took away any ‘will we or wont’ we’ doubts about our activities as we got into bed!

To the extent his arousal might have started drooping a bit while in the bathroom, as he took in the scene I’d set out for him it visibly sprung straight back into its ram rod position. As he knelt in the space between us, he put a hand on each of our stomachs looked at me and asked “OK, I get the hint, but how do I look after both of you?”

“I’d like you to just get me started and then pay all your attention to Kate until both you and she are finished.” I wasn’t sure I was being all that clear in what I said, but Greg interpreted the first part well enough as being that he was to penetrate me first and Kate seemed to understand that she should just lie there and wait a moment.

Really this was all about me being able to watch Greg hammer Kate. I can have him on top of or inside me any day I want; but this would be the last time in my life I’d get to watch him make love to another woman; indeed if I had my way the last time he’d ever do it. So I wanted Kate to get his undivided attention. But before he started that I want him to take me from merely being aroused to having my body fully respond to him being inside of me. I’m not really sure how to describe it, but for him to take me to that higher state of arousal and bodily response that come with first penetration and thrusting; open and dripping wet.

As Greg first mounted me he tried to keep Kate as part of the threesome by angling his body across so that he could alternatively kiss both her and me while also playing with her nipple. That was OK while he let me insert him into my body, but when it came time to get down to action, he soon found that he couldn’t support his weight with his hands and arms being occupied like that. So he defaulted to lying normally along me, ignoring Kate knowing her turn would be coming soon.

After about a minute I whispered to Greg “OK, now go over to Kate and ignore me”.

Greg pulled himself out. As his boner released itself and he suspended his weight over me, I reached down and wrapped a hand around it to cover it with the condom that I’d grabbed off the table next to me as he’d positioned himself for withdrawal.  Its flesh was firm and unyielding to the touch; its surface slimy with my juices. I’m sure I could feel it throbbing; maybe annoyed that its pleasure had been disturbed or eagerly anticipating the more novel experience of Kate’s body.

Once I’d finished sheathing it I kissed Greg, whispering into his ear a rather corny “go get her sport”.

Greg angled his head and shoulders over across Kate before letting his body follow; being careful not to knee either of us in the process. Almost immediately Kate was guiding him into her; indicating the time for mere foreplay was past.

Once they were settled down and Greg has started to work on her I eased myself off the bed. I knew this was a critical moment. I wanted to be able to stand off and get a good view without attracting attention; relying on the knowledge that both Greg and Kate had of my little obsession to let them feel comfortable with ignoring me. But then again I needed to make sure I didn’t distract them by being seen just staring at them.

In the end I stood just a little below the level of Greg’s bum on the side opposite where Kate’s head was; so she couldn’t see me.

From there not only did I get a great view of Greg bum rising and falling as he did his work, but I also got a fairly intimate vista down between Greg’s legs as they straddled outside Kate’s legs; which were themselves spread well apart.

Kate had her hands on Greg’s bum cheeks. I could see she was encouraging him to thrust harder; her fingers burying themselves deeply into the flesh of his bottom at the start of every inward thrust; her elbows bending as she literally pulled him into her. In a way Greg is too gentle. Scared of hurting me, it took a long time and a lot of direct encouragement to get Greg to thrust as hard as I was often looking for. It seemed Kate wanted even more.

Always responsive to these signals I could see Greg reacting; positioning himself to get the leverage he needed to deliver what she wanted.

In a way, the view I had of the scene laid out in front of me was a porn director’s wet dream. Two bodies merged, caught in the passion of real sex; sex driven by genuine hormonal and emotional urges, not just banging for the bucks under the cameraman’s direction. Just twice Greg and I had watched porn together. Like him I’d found the lack of any real emotional connection between the players almost wiped out any sexual response I felt to what I was watching. The action was contrived, formulaic and the girl always just seemed to have a put upon expression.

Here the real passion was palpable. Kate was cooing away with that beautiful seductive sex voice she has; Greg grunting pleasurably with the effort he was putting in. Their bodies were working in harmony. Above all I got to study Greg’s beautiful body at work; his muscles pumped by the need to suspend his weight over Kate and deliver her the action she was asking for, the sinews highlighted on his slim lanky frame. For me Greg has always been my Greek god; sculptured in their classical period, a god not of bulk and brute force, but one of agile finely designed strength.

And there between their legs was Greg’ shaft pumping in and out of Kate’s opening. That aspect of the magic of sex has never left me. The concept of Greg having a part of his body deeply inside mine - of the two of us being physically one - has always made sex for me much more than rubbing clit and cock for climaxes. I know it sounds all wrong but seeing Greg buried in Kate was no less exciting; knowing that as he paused at the end of each thrust the tip of his shaft lay inside her somewhere close to under her navel was blowing my mind.

That was why Kate was only ever going to be the person with whom a threesome was going to work. The bond - yes I can call it love, if only at the deepest plutonic level – between the three of us, the unresolved sexual tension that has existed between Kate and Greg since the first stirrings of sexual feeling in their loins in their prepubescent years and even the trust I have in her, all made the experience of watching their love making be the fantasy that had been invading my dreams for so long.

Kate’s voice was telling me she was building to a climax. Her movements changed. Instead of encouraging Greg to continuous hard thrusting, every few thrusts she’d hold him firmly into her while I could see her hips move up and down; working her clit against his pubis; the base of Greg’s shaft twisting with the movement she was forcing as his boner was captured in her body.

Then Kate’s cooing stop; I’m sure even her breathing stopped before the prolonged sweetly feminine ‘oooh’ that we knew signalled her climax burst forth. Suddenly she was pushing Greg to thrust again; even harder and faster than before, lifting her hips off the pillow to push them ever more firmly against his and swaying from side to side until the effort of it all seemingly exhausted her.

Finally spent, her hands communicated to Greg he should go for his own completion.

I could see Greg go through the all too familiar process of increasing his excitement and building his climax. With his body just slightly elevated off Kate’s I saw him continue to thrust as he looked down the length of the gap between them; raising his arousal to a state fit to burst by taking in, as he’s described it to me in the past, the vista that so perfectly reminds him that he’s making love to a beautiful woman – usually a reference to me, but I didn’t doubt Kate’s body would be more than a good substitute. Indeed, with just the slightest hint of jealously I even wondered if those wondrous breasts might offer an even greater stimulation.

Then after a short while he suddenly stopped thrusting; enjoying – again as he’s described it to me in the past when I asked about why he paused – the sensation of pure pleasure that floods into the full length of his shaft in the moments just before his climax. I am a nosy parker aren’t I; but Greg has never failed to satisfy my curiosity when I’ve asked these quite personal questions. What I hadn’t fully taken in before was the vocal expression of that pleasure. A soft sound of great enjoyment that is usually lost on me as it blends with the more guttural grunts of his thrusting effort and as I’m distracted by my own post orgasmic sensations.

His actual climax was marked – as always – by a series of hard deeply penetrating thrusts; three this time. As Greg tells it they come from an almost irresistible urge to do so – as if his body is demanding that he spray its seed directly into the girl’s cervix.

And then he collapsed his weight down on Kate’s body; his head on the pillow next to hers; after shudders and thrusts of pleasure wracking his body from time to time as it seems his shaft tried to wring every last drop of his fluid from its length.

I watched as the energy drained out of him; as he just lay there merged with Kate.

But I had news for Greg. I wasn’t through with him. I don’t suppose I’d ever thought through how I’d finish myself in this experience. Watching had absolutely got my rocks off and was exactly the experience I thought it would be; but now I wanted a climax. Maybe I thought just watching would do that; I’m certainly capable of mental orgasms and just seeing a naked Kate lying next the two of us in the back of the car the morning after Zoe’s party was enough to induce one. But that was after a particularly sexually charged night. Maybe I should have worked my fingers harder, but that just seemed cheap.

No, I wanted Greg to give it to me. And not oral either; I wanted him to pound me to one.

On a very few occasions Greg’s been able to sustain a single erection through two orgasms. But it has to be some pretty special and exciting sex and usually doesn’t involve a withdrawal let alone a change of partner in between. Usually he comes out fairly firm and can be teased up for more fairly quickly. But he’s just a guy, so sometimes he just goes flaccid and takes a while to recover. I hoped today wasn’t going to be in the last category.

Reaching down between his legs, I slid my finger along the underside of the small length of shaft emerging from Kate. It was still hard to the touch and responded to it with another shudder of pleasure. Massaging it gently I said loudly enough to ensure Greg could hear, “stay with me big guy, you’re not finished yet”. Something had left me in a particularly corny mood tonight.

Eagerly anticipating what I hoped would come, I went and laid myself back out across my pillow next to the still merged bodies of Greg and Kate. Greg leant across and kissed me as a prelude to extracting himself from Kate and moving over to me after Kate had helped him roll the condom off. Tonight I was lucky. Greg still had more than enough enthusiasm – if I can call it that – to perform for me and give himself another orgasm too.

Eventually we needed to surrender our passions to sleep; even if it was a naked aroused sleep in the bed together without a cover.

In the first light of the morning I woke to find myself cuddled up to one side of Greg with Kate cuddled into the other. Both she and Greg were still asleep; Greg on his back with an impressive morning glory rampant.

I looked across at Kate as beautiful in her sleep as she was during the day.

I have always found it impossible not to speculate on what it is in her past that has so damaged Kate that she can’t form a stable romantic relationship; indeed until recently positively avoided the risk of them. She’s been willing to openly acknowledge she is damaged and that her parents’ divorce had something to do with it, but she’s avoided any more specifics.

I know I’m too young and inexperienced in these things to form reliable judgements, but I’ve come to doubt that Greg’s possibility of inappropriate sexual behaviour by her father is the cause. Rather it seems to stem from a very deep fear of rejection or loss; although I suppose a sense of betrayal that would come from such inappropriate behaviour is also a possibility.

She seems able to be extraordinarily close to – even acknowledge a deep plutonic love for - both Greg and myself as friends, but runs away from romantic love. As far as I can tell the difference seems to be that friends shouldn’t do things to positively hurt you, but their life can just move in a different direction to yours and so you always need to allow for the possibility that they by default abandon you; just move out of your life. You might have a sense of loss, but you shouldn’t reasonably have a sense of hurt – not that human emotions are always reasonable.

So I’d come to wonder if she wasn’t actually very close to her father and he just abandoned his family in a way that was a shock to a young Kate. Or maybe whether some domestic violence complicated Kate’s attachment to her father. I don’t suppose I’ll ever know.

But for her sake my deepest hope is that she can overcome her issues and find the romantic love I can see she really yearns for. Maybe the relationship with Wayne was a sort of practice for the next step; a bit hard on Wayne but something that offers Kate hope for the future.

Greg was the next to open his eyes and we spoke in soft whispers waiting for Kate to join us in the land of the awake. It was probably another fifteen minutes before her eyes open too. Looking across Greg’s body her first sight was of two friendly sets of eyes looking back at her.

Our 24 hours was up and my mind was starting to wonder how to declare things at an end and for life to return to normal. I needn’t have worried. Kate took the lead for me. “I saw some bacon and eggs in the fridge. Are they for us? How would you like me to make us all a big breakfast?”

Neither Greg nor I could refuse an offer like that, a thought we made clear to Kate.

But instead of rolling out her side of the bed, Kate rolled herself over onto Greg; lying flat along his body. Lifting herself up on her elbows she looked him in the face “Thankyou for a wonderful 24 hours. I’ll never forget it.” The she put her head down alongside his, wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a cuddle. Considering they were both naked, considering Greg was already fully aroused before Kate mounted him, you might say the cuddle lasted longer than was appropriate in normal circumstances but not so long as to be indecent or suggestive of an intention on her part to start something sexual.

Then Kate slid over onto me, lying flat along my body too. The first thing I noticed was the dampness below my navel, indicating Greg had leaked pre-cum onto her stomach which she now transferred onto me.

Lifting herself onto her elbows again she now looked me in the face. “Even more than Greg, I want to thank you too. I hope you got what you wanted out of it, but it was a very special experience for me”. Then as with Greg, she put an arm around my neck, her head down alongside mine and just cuddled me.

This was an extraordinarily strange experience for me. As regular readers will know, before I met Greg my shyness meant my life had since early childhood been devoid of intense physical intimacy. Greg and I had of course shared no shortage of all sorts of uninhibited intimacy since then. But until recently even getting fully naked in a girls change room was something I’d avoided, let alone a naked physical embrace. Since Christmas, and even more so after Zoe’s naked party, that inhibition had been slowly breaking down – even reversing. But there are degrees of everything and except for a brief mutually naked hug from Kate at the end of Zoe’s party, I’d never had this sort of contact. Now I had a naked girl lying on top of me.

It wasn’t any longer the case that I wanted to squirm away or break the contact. It was just that I was intensely aware of certain points of contact between us. Rather than lying nipple to nipple, Kate had her breast between mine like the interlocking gears on a flywheel. I could sense exactly where each now firm button of her nipples made contact with the side of my breast and where mine touched her. I knew exactly the areas where our breasts and stomachs made contact and, since she was a little taller than me, exactly where the turn of my mons rested against her pubis.

But it wasn’t sexual. This was just Kate at her most tactile. Greg and I came from close happy families. We were both secure in that environment, and yet neither of us had a need for tactile engagement with others. In reality we were just too shy, but far from deprived because of it. In a way Kate was a girl on her own; no siblings, no father and a mother who, although Kate loved and was close enough to her, had her own problems. With a limited range of close friends like Greg and myself this sort of tactile engagement was far more important to Kate.

Kate was communicating how much we meant to her. Without any risk of it being mistaken for a sexual advance, she could loiter on me longer than she did Greg. I probably got the cuddle she would have liked to give Greg too had she felt she could have. Strangely I felt that communication. I felt her appreciation of our friendship and her need for us. I felt how much she missed us when we were in different cities. I wished Greg could have had longer to have felt these things too; although recognising he may not have been as open to the message. I tried to pass that message back to her.

Greg asked me latter was it awkward; indicating he couldn’t imagine that sort of contact with a guy in any circumstances. Maybe that’s a difference between guys and girls; although the lack of external genitalia makes it easier. I don’t think straight girls are as worried about homosexual ambiguity. But I could tell him honestly it wasn’t awkward. For a moment I didn’t know where to put my hands; just freezing them by my side obviously being unfriendly. But once I worked out just to respond by putting them around the small of her back it all seemed natural.

And then with a “I’ll go get breakfast” she was off me and disappearing out the bedroom door, wiggling her naked butt in the sexiest manner knowing full well we’d be watching her.

In a way the rest of the weekend was like nothing had happened. Kate played the part to perfection. What had been had been, but didn’t affect the future. She was back to our best friend. The flirtatious, tactile friend she’d always been, but nothing more.

Like all too many Australian kids, Kate had taken herself overseas after school, but had never actually been to either Sydney or Melbourne – the largest Australian cities. She we got to play tourist for the rest of the weekend; a weekend full of laughter and fun that will be remembered for itself even without the first day.

So when it came time for her to go I think we were both ready for a tear. But it was a nice cry; a reaffirming cry and one moderated by plans that were already being hatched to catch up over the June long weekend.

Hope you enjoyed it.

If you want to look at the chapters referenced, they are

“Kate’s Secret Threesome” (Kate’s letter to Karen)

“Chapter 13: A Threesome with Kate?” (Karen’s first dream about one}

“Chapter 32: Zoe’s Naked Sex Party” (explains itself really)

“Chapter 33: Sex Party in the morning: The lovemaking continues” (the story starts with the three of them end up sleeping naked in the car together)