Chapter 15
"Moving In"
The week went by quickly because when we weren't at work, we were busy preparing to move and moving. Gladys clearly had the most stuff. I had a good bit to move but nothing like her. She'd been living in the apartment several years and she was, and I don't mean this in a sexist way, a woman after all.
Example: When she looked at my closet with four pair of jeans, 6 pair of Chino slacks—2 navy, 2 light brown and 1 black— and I think 14 shirts. Some long sleeved but the majority short sleeves— 2 shirts were dress, she said, "I guess it's a good thing we bought you some clothes for our date." The shoes were pretty slim also, a pair of running shoes, a pair of sandals, a pair of black dress shoes, and a pair of riding boots. "I guess one box will do for you."
"Nearly. We may just want to leave my kitchen stuff or take it to the domestic abuse shelter", I said.
"My furniture and the refrigerator are about all else. My books are at school."
Debra only had what we had bought her when we met. That would take little room in a single closet.
In our new house there were two closets of good size in the master bedroom. We decided each woman would have one of those assuming that Debra's wardrobe would gradually grow. I would take the closet in the office since it was likely I'd not acquire a lot more clothing. I seldom bought myself anything. When I got the job after my Ph.D., my mom insisted on taking me for some "handsome" clothes.
So we had a plan that included packing and transporting stuff every night. Mine first since we weren't using any of it. Then Gladys's.
We had less frequent sex, but most would have considered it plenty. I woke up every morning hard as a rock and either Debra or Gladys would suck me off, jack me off, or fuck me. I think they jacked me the most because they seemed to take unusual glee in seeing me shoot cum all over me or one of them.
One day Debra crawled over and had me straddle her. She began jacking me off but Gladys asked for her to let her. When I came and shot cum all over Debra's face and breasts, you would have thought we had landed a space ship on Saturn or something. Then Gladys spent the next few minutes taking her time lapping it up. Had we not gone to work, I think Debra would not have taken a shower.
Almost, I think actually, everyday I had one or the other for lunch. We usually shared these one on one interludes but there was no requirement. They never said directly, but I got the feeling they were getting together most days for a 69. While we were working around one of the houses, if I passed one of them in the kitchen, bathroom or some other place where I could lift them onto something, kneel and eat them out, I did so. Sometimes, I initiated and other times one of them did.
Trying to be as efficient as possible, only two of us went to the house to unload while one of us stayed home. That usually also meant a bit of sex play at the house. The whole idea of living together in that beautiful house where we would be free to live inside and out free and naked was probably the most erotic idea in the world right now. Therefore, we pretty much stayed turned on while moving.
By Friday night we had moved everything but the larger furniture and some smaller furniture pieces because I had rented a truck that would accommodate it all. I had also hired two of our maintenance people at the college to help us.
We finished everything by 8, so we took showers and went to Prohibition Kitchen for drinks, some grub and hopefully some dancing. Debra said she knew nothing about dancing except what she had heard about. She was not allowed to dance because her church taught it was a devilish thing to do that led to only one thing—sex.
Debra laughed when she explained the tabu and said, "I guess I've been there so I guess I can dance."
Gladys responded, "Well, if I have anything to do with it, dancing will lead to sex tonight. It'll be with you all or someone else. I hope you are up to it."
I feigned complete shock at her bold idea and said, "If I have anything to do with it, I'll be up to it." We all laughed.
I dressed in slacks, a long sleeve shirt and the jacket they had bought me. They dressed in two very sexy dresses. Both showed a good bit of cleavage, had long sleeves that had been unsewn on the outside and were kept together by rings. The miniskirts flared out slightly from their hips.
We decided to walk the 7 blocks to avoid having to find parking. They wore sensible shoes that were mildly platformed but did not have steep heel.
We walked holding hands. Sometimes I was between them and other times, one or the other of the women would be in the middle. We had been discussing how we would answer prying questions about our relationship and decided to say we got this great deal on a house that was big and needed more than one or two people. There are only two sexes, so we had to have a ménage à trois. We could leave it to them to decide if we were being literal or facetious.
Prohibition Kitchen is a beautifully decorated store intended to reflect a speak easy from the prohibition. Some of the staff wear costumes from that era. It was always busy because it had great bands. One from 6-9 and another from 10 to 1. It was always a great party. The drinks were mixed from scratch and very good by most reviews. Since I am primarily a beer drinker, I can only go on what my friends say. They had some above the norm bar food, a few good entrees and good burgers.
The women seem to really like the big pretzels that are at least 12 inches up and down and side to side. The pretzel is an inch and a half or more thick. I think the women like them because they can imagine a man with a cock at least that big. From what some women say, Jasmine for one, there aren't many men so well endowed. Glad I got the genes.
The band from 10 to 1 turned out to be a great band that played a variety of music for dancing. Gladys and I had a good time dancing and teaching Debra some moves. I took every opportunity to grope them. It was hard not to touch their beautifully displayed breasts.
We finally got two barstools at the bar and figured out how I could finger one or the other with the other one playing screen for us. So whenever we were at the bar, I had fingers in either Debra or Gladys. At one point, Debra had an intense orgasm. She covered it pretty well by grabbing and kissing me, but I think the female bar tender, a tall blond haired woman knew what had happened. At least her teasing grin seemed to say so.
Gladys never came, but she sure enjoyed the attention and got wetter and wetter as the night went on. I took every opportunity to slow dance with one or the other. One time we all three danced together, holding each other close. It would have been hard for anyone to really figure out we were a sexual threesome, just three friends out for an evening.
We drank moderately. I had a couple or three beers and Gladys and Debra had a mixed drink when we first arrived and then a glass of wine. Before we left, Gladys did insist we do shots so she bought three. We downed them to Debra's shock as the booze burned all the way down.
By the time we got home, the buzz from the shots was gone and we stripped, brushed our teeth and crawled into bed. Since I had told the men not to come until 10 because I had to go get the truck, we had time to play and still get enough sleep. The whole move shouldn't take but a few hours.
So we began to cuddle and love on each other. The cuddling turned to groping and kissing. The groping and kissing turned into intense kissing and groping. Before long I was between Debra's legs who was eating Gladys. Gladys was not positioned to suck my cock. That was all right. There is nothing I like more than eating and fingering pussy. That may not be true, but I loved it and I was fine with it.
I was avid about my pussy eating and I figured Debra was also because it took little time for the two to begin thrusting and moaning and groaning. I had three fingers in Debra and planned on moving one or two to her ass when she began to cum so she would cum longer. I had no idea what she was doing to Gladys.
I was trying my best to stroke Debra's G-spot and cervix on each thrust in. When she began pushing on my fingers with her vagina forcing her cervix down, I knew it would not be long until she came. Her G-spot seemed especially engorged. Then Gladys came. Mostly I could tell a difference in the movement of the bed. Instead of thrusting in regular motions, the bed began to shake and rock. She also burst forth with "eee, aww, ohh" and some other sounds I do not know how to write. Then she screamed, "Holy mother of God!" not a term Presbyterians use. Then "Jesus, God, Love of God". I was wondering if she would start singing.
Then Debra came with near as much intensity, maybe more. She began twisting and turning on me, thrusting hard into my mouth and hand and holding it. Releasing and doing it again. When she released I removed two fingers from her pussy and when she thrust down again, I slipped them in her ass, eliciting a "Oh, my God, yes!" One would think that a woman could not start an orgasm until she's finished the one already in progress, but it seemed that Debra did just that. I held on and kept flicking her clitoris and then I began to suck it between my teeth and my lip in a sort of chewing motion. She went nuts. I'd never seen her flail like she did. Clearly, this was good.
I felt something nudging at me and, finally, I realized Gladys must be nudging my thigh to get me to let her at me. I turned and she dove onto my cock consuming it in one gulp. I felt it enter her throat and come out and them it was back in her throat. She held it there for a bit, long enough to make me think just maybe she had passed out or something, but then she pulled off gasped and went into another orgasm. As she came, she grasped my cock and stroked it, gripping it a bit too hard if she kept it up, but she released her grip a bit as she went through screaming her feelings.
Debra was coming down from her orgasm, but kept thrusting into my hand, saying, "Yes, fuck my ass. Make me cum." It was not long until she came again, not as intensely, but pretty strongly. She began with random syllables, but eventually as she was nearly spent began saying, "Thank you Jesus!" "Praise God!" and so on. I was expecting her to sing, but not this time.
Had I not started to get very turned on by Gladys, I'd have thought that we needed to explore the religious nature of orgasm. Maybe the church missed something there.
It wasn't long after Gladys began sucking me again that I came in her throat and in her mouth. She seemed to capture every drop and swallow it. However, when I was done, she kissed me and clearly deposited some in my mouth. My cock continued to pulse a bit and Debra went down on me and licked and sucked it trying to get the last little bit of whatever Gladys had left.
