We all dozed off again (can you blame us?) and Anya is the first to wake.
"I'm hungry", she nudges me to full consciousness, "Is there breakfast?"
I look over to my blonde lover, her response is to stretch and wave a hand imperiously at me, before pulling the quilt over herself and Anya.
"I'll go make some scrambled eggs", I say as I reach for my denims. Again.
"And bacon?", a hopeful voice comes from where my lover lies, peeking up at me through her hair.
"And bacon", I reply, resigned to it as I head to the kitchen.
"Of course", I say, looking into the open refrigerator, "Short on eggs AND bacon."
Stalking back to the bedroom I grab my tee shirt and shoes. "I'll be back in a wee while."
There's no response as I head to the door and out, into the rain. Typical.
A quick dash to the local shop, purchases made I head back to the apartment. Shaking the water from my hair, I kick off my shoes and move to kitchen.
Fifteen minutes later there are three plates of scrambled eggs and bacon, ready to be served up.
"It's going on the table, come get it before it's cold!", I yell out to the bedroom as I take the plates through. I can hear the scrambling of the girls, a short squabble over "who gets the towelling robe" and then they appear.
Triumphant, my blonde lover walks into the room tying the belt of the towelling robe around her waist. Her new brunette playmate is pulling on a baggy jumper that hangs down past her butt as she walks in behind.
Grabbing seats, the girls tuck into the food, no conversation apart from approving noises and for some reason, giggles when they make eye contact.
I'm immediately suspicious. "What's up?", I say as I look between the two clearly amused girls.
My little princess pipes up, "I was saying to Anya when you were making the breakfast, that we have already had some sausage today..." She smiles again at me sweetly as she takes her final forkful of egg. Anya laughs behind her hand.
I drop my fork on my plate and groan at the awful pun, putting my face in my hands.
"That's exactly the kind of jokes I make", I say.
"I know", she says through her smile.
Seeing that the plates are all empty, I stand, shaking my head and gathering them up to clear away.
A quick rinse of the plates in the kitchen and into the dishwasher. As I'm bent over I realise just how aching my muscles feel; I've had quite the sexual workout this weekend.
I hear the noise of the tv going on in the next room and channels being flicked through. No prizes for guessing who's probably got the remote. Coming back through the apartment I find the girls lounging on the couch; it's a big enough couch for two, but three would need to be good friends to fit.
My little princess glances at Anya and then scoots to one side, leaving a large enough space between herself and Anya for me. She pats the space welcomingly with her hand and smiles at me. I drop myself into the space, her blonde head falling onto my left shoulder, my right hand lands lightly on Anya's bare thigh. I leave it there and give her a friendly squeeze; Anya responds by pretending to wince in pain.
The queen of the channel changer finally settles on a Sunday morning magazine show, the kind that has lots of small segments; cooking, an interview with a music singer, a piece on cocktail mixing and so on.
After a good thirty minutes of this, my lover turns to us and says "Coffee?"
We both make agreeing noises to that offer and she stands up, makes sure her robe is secured and heads to the kitchen.
I realise I've been idly tracing my fingers up and down Anya's thigh and turn to her to make my apologies, her posture gives me a moment to rethink; she's sitting up quite straight, eyes looking ahead, a little unfocused, her breath is slightly shortened. I restart tracing my fingers and move them round to her hip, sliding upwards. Watching her face, Anya takes a long blink and licks her lips as I head toward the centreline of her body always upwards, hiking the jumper up over her thighs, waist, lower abdomen. She's completely nude underneath.
My hand arrives at the curve of her breast and gently cups it. Her nipple sticks out hard and thick, I take it between finger and thumb, rolling it between my digits, twisting it and pulling slightly. Anya gasps and looks at me, straight into my eyes, her mouth opens, hangs for a moment. She blinks again slowly, licks her lips and speaks, "Ginger."
My hand stops it's movement and I immediately withdraw it from under her jumper.
Turning to look at me, the brunette says,"I'm a little sore from before, sorry", her hands move to my crotch, "I want it again, but not today", she starts to undo my belt and unbutton my denims, "but I want to see you come again", she slides my denims away from my ass, smiling as she sees my tightening underwear revealed.
"Take that jumper off, I want to see you", I tell her.
Anya moves to the floor, slipping her arms free of the sleeves and pulling the baggy, over-large sweater up over her head.
I peel my denims from my legs, pull my tee shirt off and wait for her next move; it's not long in coming.
From her position on the floor Anya slides her hands up my legs, palms down; she pulls my thighs apart, opening the way for her to seat herself between my knees, her hands continuing their sensuous movement. Looking up at my face, her fingertips slip under the edge of my briefs, where my cock is stiffening and then gently strokes my balls.
"Shaved smooth...I never felt it this way before...I like it", the brunette says, "I liked the feel of it in my mouth last night, but now I can see him in daylight."
Turning her hands so they are palm up, Anya takes hold of my briefs from the inside and slowly pulls them from my crotch; my cock bobs as it's released from containment; she slides the briefs down my legs, I raise one knee up to pull my foot from them, my eyes glancing only momentarily away from hers.
Cupping my balls with hand, she holds my shaft in the other, moves her head forward tilts it and wraps her lips, gently, around the base of my cock. Her tongue runs itself around my rock hard flesh in her mouth. With an approving noise, her mouth slides up the edge of my cock, tongue moving all the time until she arrives at its head. Opening her mouth, she pops my cock head in, closes her lips around the sensitive tip, sucking for a few seconds and then releases it, before sliding her mouth down the other side of my shaft.
My balls are rolled gently around by Anya's fingers as her mouth continues its pleasurable assault on me. My hands are gripping the couch I'm on, as my heartbeat starts to thunder through my chest.
"Don't stop", I instruct her, my breathing heavier as Anya continues working me over with her mouth.
"She'd better not", comes a stern voice from the lounge doorway, "I told her I wanted you hard when I came back."
My lover stands in the doorway, robe open, hands on her hips. She steps forwards towards us, dropping her shoulders and letting the robe fall from her and pile on the floor.
I worship her with my eyes as she looks down on the tongue lashing her friend, her colleague and now lover is performing on my cock and balls. Her blonde head nods in approval and she crouches next to Anya, forcing my legs wider apart to make room for herself.
"Copy what I do", my lover instructs Anya. The brunette releases my shaft from her mouth, but keeps her hand cupping my balls; she watches my lover leans forward, stick out her tongue and start to run it up one side of my cock, Anya does the same.
It. Feels. Incredible.
When they reach the top, their tongues intertwine around the bulging head of my cock, then their lips meet and they kiss with tip in their mouths.
I start to thrust up, I can't help it. A hand pushes down on my hip to hold me in place, another hand does the same as Anya copies my princess. Their mouths battle over me, separate and descend back down my shaft.
