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Double Bed (Karen & Alison)
After I’d been at university for about 6 months, and had settled into a routine of attending (ahem) lectures, socialising and clubs, I was in a semi-long-term relationship with Jane.
Jane had a single room in one of the accommodation blocks in Eastwood, and was a happy-go-lucky lass. However, she wasn’t completely monogamous, and I one day came back early from a day when I was supposed to be parachuting, but had been rained off, only to find her in bed with someone else – her ex, no other.
Ah, well, I hadn’t been 100% faithful to her either, so we decided to part ways and remain friends.
That evening, I was in the student union bar having a couple of beers (and maybe licking my wounds a bit) when Karen came over to me.
Karen lived in the same block as Jane, on the ground floor, in a double room with Alison. They both were very confident and friendly, and it was generally assumed that they were a “couple”, particularly given the facts that they never seemed to have any other relationship, and their room was furnished with both a single and a double-bed.
Karen was 5’10” with short, bob-cut blond hair, and a very full figure. Alison was, by contrast, only 5’4″, with short mousey-brown hair, and more boyish figure. Of the two of them, Alison was the more introverted, and it was generally assumed she was the “wife” in the relationship.
However, it was to turn out that their relationship was much more complicated than that, as I would find out.
“Hi, Adam,” Karen said, as she came over,” can I sit down?”
“Of course,” I said, “would you like a drink?”
“Actually, it’s me who wants to buy you one,” she said. “What can I get you?”
“That’s kind,” I said, “I’ll have a bottle of Newcastle, please?”
She went to the bar, and returned a few minutes later with a bottle of “dog”. She sat down.
“Alison and I were sorry to hear you’d split up with Jane, but not really surprised,” she said. “She wasn’t really right for you – you can do a lot better.”
“Thanks, Karen,” I said, “I guess I was too close. I should have seen the signs. I don’t think she’d ever got over Pete.”
“Well, yes,” she replied, “but that’s not all. I have to confess that I was a bit sad when you and her started going out. I always thought we had a chance.”
“Pardon,” I said, “you and I? I didn’t… I mean… You aren’t… Erm… Aren’t you? You and Alison, are, erm…” I stuttered.”
“What, gay? A couple?” she asked, smiling.
“Well, yes,” I replied.
“Well, we’re bisexual, really,” she said. “I’m more into men, Alison is more into women, but we swing both ways. That’s why we got the double bed. We knew each other before coming here, and we were each other’s first.”
Wow – she was being really frank, and, I have to confess, it was turning me on a bit.
“I think that’s why Jane made a move on you,” she continued, “she knew I fancied you, and she wanted to punish me for flirting with Pete.”
I realised that there was a lot more to the ongoing “soap opera” that was the female accommodation than I had suspected.
“Anyway,” she went on, “I wondered if you’d come round to us tonight, as we have something to ask you?”
I must have looked a bit shocked, so she said, “no, don’t flatter yourself. Not that. Just thought we could do something to take your mind off today.”
“OK,” I said. “Shall I finish my beer and we can go over together?”
“No, leave it a for an hour, when it gets nice and dark,” she said. “Oh, and can you bring your car keys?”
Right, then it was probably a good idea if I didn’t have any more to drink, then. I’d had a couple of bottles, plus the one Karen had bought me. Three might be pushing it. Still, I could get something to eat from the canteen. That should help.
“Want me to bring anything?” I asked.
“A torch if you have one,” she said.
“Very mysterious, I’m intrigued,” I said.
“OK,” she said, looking coyly at me. “See you in about an hour. Shall we say ten-o-clock?”
“See you then,” I said, wondering what was in store.
She left, and I went to the canteen. I had a quick bite to eat – something light, but substantial enough to soak up some of the booze. I then went back to my room, and got changed. I grabbed my car keys, and was at their block at just before 10 pm. I reached to ring the doorbell, but Karen tokat escort was waiting and beat me to it, opening the door before I could press the button. She motioned me to be quiet, and, taking me by the hand, led me to hers and Alison’s room.
She opened the door – there were no lights on, just a couple of candles flickering in the corner. Karen was in a pyjama onesie – not sexy in itself, but she filled it out nicely. Alison was sitting on the single bed wearing a light cotton dress, with her knees pulled up to her chin. She looked a quite pretty, if a little vulnerable.
“Hi, Adam,” she said.
“Hi, Alison,” I replied, “are you OK?”
“I will be,” she said, “as will you.”
“OK,” I said, “really, what’s happening? Why am I here? Why did I need my car keys?”
“You haven’t asked him?” Alison said to Karen.
“No,” she replied, “thought I’d leave it to you.”
“Well, it’s two favours, actually,” Alison said. “I wondered if you’d give me a driving lesson. That’s number one. Number two is we’d like to watch the lights over Bath from Bathampton Down. Thought we could drive up there and just relax under the stars.”
“Well, we can certainly do the latter, but I can’t give you a driving lesson in the dark. That’s not a good idea,” I answered.
“OK,” said Karen, “we can just watch the lights over the city, and maybe wait until early morning, when it gets light, and then you can give Alison a lesson. What do you think, Ally?” she continued.
“Good idea, my dirty blonde,” said Alison.
“Do you want to go now?” I asked.
“Let’s stay here for a bit,” Alison said. “We can play a game if you’d like. Then we can leave later.”
“OK,” I said, and kicked off my shoes. I sat down on the edge of the double-bed, “what shall we play?”
“Never Have I Ever?” suggested Karen, sitting next to me on the bed.
“For penalties?” said Alison.
“Well, it can’t be drinking penalties,” I said, “if I’m driving later, I’ve got to stay sober.”
“Plus, we don’t want anything messing up your performance,” said Karen.
“Dirty blonde,” said Alison, again.
“Do you know how to play?” Karen asked me.
“I think I can work it out,” I said.
“Just put your hand up if you’ve done the thing,” Alison said. “I’ll go first,” she said. “Never have I ever skipped a lecture.”
I put my hand up, so did Karen. Alison looked at us both and waved an admonishing finger. “Naughty, naughty,” she said.
“What’s the penalty, Miss Goodie-two-shoes,” Karen asked.
“You two, kiss,” said Alison.
Karen reached out for me, and I leaned towards her. Our lips met I the gentlest of kisses, hesitant at first, then more confident. Her lips parted, and her tongue probed for mine. Over her shoulder, I could see Alison watching us intently. She tasted of salt and something sweet. I’d tasted that before, but I couldn’t place it.
I reached out with my hand to touch Karen. “No, no touching, yet,” said Alison.
Karen reluctantly pulled away from me. Her cheeks were flushed and she had a slightly far away look in her eyes.
“My turn,” she said. “Never have I ever had a threesome.”
Both Karen and Alison put their hands up. Mine stayed down.
“Really?” said Alison. “With your reputation?”
“Never had the opportunity,” I said.
“Hmm,” said Alison, “we’ll see what we can do about that. Anyway, what’s our penalty?”
OK, I thought to myself, how far can I push this, I wonder?
“You two must kiss, but sexier than Karen and I did.”
Alison got off the single bed and came over to Karen on the bed next to me. Leaning over, she tenderly kissed Karen’s neck, and then slid her tongue down to Karen’s chest. Now pulling Karen’s top to one side, she nuzzled at the gap between Karen’s breasts. My dick twitched in my shorts, and I drew in a gasp as Karen’s eyes rolled upwards in her head.
There was no disguising it, Alison knew Karen’s body, and knew just how to make it respond. We’d have to see how well Karen knew Alison’s body.
“OK, enough now,” I said. Alison pulled her head away from Karen’s chest, and I saw one of Karen’s nipples on show, erect and wet with saliva. My penis leapt up another gear, and I felt a drop of pre-cum leak from my tip.
“OK, your turn, Adam,” said Karen, breathlessly.
“Erm, never have I ever masturbated in front of a girl,” I said. Karen’s eyes yozgat escort widened, and she glanced at Alison. Was this moving too fast? I wondered.
All three of us put our hands up. “A tie,” said Karen. “Well, we all need to be penalised. What’s the penalty?”
“Prove it,” said Alison.
I tried to swallow, but my throat was suddenly a dry as a desert. I heard a click from my throat.
Karen wasted no time now, pulling off her pyjama onesie, she laid back on the bed and placed one hand between her legs – she was wearing no panties, and it was obvious how wet she was. She started a slow circular motion around her clitoris which was just poking out from between the engorged folds of her pussy lips. I stared, and then realised that opposite her Alison was doing the same. Laid back with her dress pulled up, she too was playing with her pussy, pressing and squeezing at her clitoris as she watched her girlfriend frig herself.
“Your turn, Adam,” she said, staring at me. It was obvious how I felt, as there was a noticeable bulge inside my shorts. I needed no second bidding and tore my shorts off. Sitting on the bed with just my shirt on, I spread my legs out and began to gently strum at my cock. Karen stared intently at me as she fingered herself, now one finger inside, now two. Alison in turn was staring at Karen finger-fucking herself, and seemed to respond to every gear change her girlfriend made.
For myself, I was lost in this live sex show going on in front of me. This was hotter than any fantasy I’ had, and no-one was doing anything to anyone else. Just showing off to each other.
“Too much, too much,” I said, “I’m gong to cum if I carry on.”
“OK,” said Alison, sliding her hand from between her legs, and closing them so I could no longer see her lips. “Stop, Karen. My turn to go now.”
Karen reluctantly pulled her hand away from her cunt, and, making eye contact with me, placed her fingers in her mouth, licking them clean. That! That was the taste on her lips. It was pussy! Hers or Alisons’s, though? I didn’t know.
“Erm, you need to stop too,” said Karen. I looked down at myself. I was still stroking my cock, and had built up a fair amount of froth around my head.
“Shit, sorry,” I said, “just that was really hot!”
“It can get hotter,” said Alison. “Why don’t we get properly naked?”
I needed no prompting, stripping off the rest of my clothes in one move. Karen and Alison did the same and we sat back down on the bed in a triangle shape.
“Whose turn is it now?” I asked.
“Mine, again,” said Alison. “Erm, lets’ see… Never have I ever licked a girl out whilst being given head.”
“Being given head by a girl or a boy?” asked Karen.
“Doesn’t matter,” said Alison. Both of them put their hands up. Mine stayed down.
“You’ve never sixty-nine-d?” said Karen, with a look of disbelief.
“Never,” I said, “none of my girlfriends were into it. They said it was disgusting.”
“Bet they let you go down on them, though?” asked Alison.
“Oh, yes,” I said, “but then I’ve always enjoyed that, so it’s never been a problem.”
“Show me,” said Alison. “Go down on that dirty blonde there,” she pointed at Alison, who looked askance at her – ah, it was Alison who was the boss in this relationship. “Fuck her with your tongue!”
I was about to ask Karen if that was OK, but she’s already laid back on the bed, and had parted her legs completely, so her cunt was wide open. “Come on,” she said, “do me like you said you like to.”
I needed no second prompting, and immediately dived between her legs. Her pussy was soaking wet, juices pouring down her lips, the opening to her cunt pulsing like it was breathing. I had to taste her, to lick her, to stick my tongue into her pussy, to tongue-fuck her.
I licked once along her length from her ass to her clit. She moaned and arched her back. “More!” she demanded.
Again, I did it, tasting the fresh juices flowing from her, hearing her catch her breath, feeling the electricity that was coming from me tasting and licking her cunt.
I glanced up at her face, and could just make out Alison kneeling behind Karen’s head. Looking down at her girlfriend with love in her eyes, she slowly slid forward until she was straddling Karen’s face with her own cunt. Now she pressed down, and Karen’s mewling changed as her face was smothered in zonguldak escort Alison’s pussy. I could see Karen start to lick at Alison’s entrance, and I renewed my efforts.
Below me, further down on the bed, my cock was rubbing against the sheets, just enough to keep me painfully hard, but not enough to make me cum. That would have to wait.
Suddenly Alison raised herself off of Karen’s face. Karen tried to pull her back, but Alison continued out of reach.
“All change,” she grinned, and laid back on the bed. “Adam, tongue fuck me, Karen, you suck his cock, and I’ll tongue fuck you!”
This was like something from a porno. Something that never happens except in stories.
We moved around the bed like ships in the night, and I found myself tasting a second woman’s cunt in as many minutes.
That was the taste on Karen’s lips. Not her juices. Alison’s! They’d been fucking before I got there. That’s why this had progressed so far and so quickly!
I felt Karen take the tip of my cock into her mouth. So soft. So warm. So wet. She swirled her tongue around my head, licking all my pre-cum off, and taking me deep in her mouth. Fuck, she gave good head!
I thrust my tongue deep into Alison’s cunt, and she responded by nibbling on Karen’s clit. Karen moaned, the vibrations running through my cock, and deep into my balls, and I redoubled my efforts on Alison’s pussy.
This was not just a game with some foreplay now – this was full on fucking. Just because I wasn’t balls-deep in a willing vagina, I still was being expertly deep-throated by someone who knew just what she was doing.
Now Karen reached up and carefully inserted something in my ass. Was it a finger? It felt harder than that, and it seemed to keep on going in. What was that? It felt really good, whatever it was. I stepped up my licking of Alison’s cunt.
Suddenly there was the most remarkable sensation inside my ass. The “intruder” was vibrating. I had a vibrator up my ass! I had a vibrator inside me touching my prostate! Fuck, I was going to cum, and there was nothing I could do to stop it! I couldn’t even warn Karen as I suddenly unleashed torrent after torrent of cum down her willing throat.
She didn’t stop sucking! She carried on sucking like she was trying to get the last drops of a milkshake out of a cup. She continued to assault my ass with the vibrator, and I felt like I was cumming again.
Above my mouth, I felt Alison tense as she too began to cum. Right! Time to use my fingers as well! I reached up and pushed two fingers inside her cunt. I ran my little finger around her puckered asshole, and then pushed that in too.
She squealed and renewed her efforts on Karen’s pussy and clit. I felt her tense, relax, and tense again as her orgasm rocked through her. In response Karen began to cum as well, shuddering and redoubling her efforts to suck me dry.
Suddenly, Alison went completely limp in my mouth and rolled to one side. My tongue and fingers lost their purchase on her cunt, and I realised that she had actually passed out. Below me Karen let go of my cock from her mouth and said, “don’t worry about Ally. If she cums hard, then she always goes like this. She’ll be back with us in a minute.” Saying that she pulled the vibrator out of my ass, leaving me feeling suddenly empty. The sensation of loss was quite an eye-opener. Was this what women felt after you’d cum in them?
Karen knelt up on the bed next to me. She reached over me and carefully rearranged Alison’s legs and body, then pulled the duvet over her. Leaning over, she placed a tender kiss on Alison’s lips – I couldn’t help noticing that her mouth still had my spunk around it. Gods! These two shared everything!
Turning back to me, Karen looked me deep in the eyes. “Adam,” she said, “I’ve wanted you for a long time, but you were always unavailable. But, and it’s a big BUT, I am hers really. We can play around, we can fuck, but it’s always going to be her I return to. If she tells me to stop, then we’ll be over. Will you be OK with that?”
Lying there with drained balls, feeling like I’d just been fucked without fucking, it was all I could do to say a quiet, subdued “yes”.
“Good,” said Karen, “how long until you” be ready to go again? This time I want to fuck you properly.”
“I should be OK in about five minutes,” I said, “what about Alison?”
“I’m OK,” Alison murmured from under the duvet. “I want to watch you fuck my dirty blonde, and then, maybe it will be light enough for you to give me a driving lesson. After that I want you to fuck me on your car. What do you think?”
“I can try,” I said. This was promising to be a very satisfying relationship.
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