Chapter 13.
Trevor's First Threesome. Trevor's First Elastic Arse.
When he entered, the bar was winding down for the night. There were no customers, and the girls were sitting on the stage. They immediately stood and began to shuffle.
Analyn, recognised him, called out, and scampered down.
"You come back for me?"
"Yes."
"And, do you like two girls?"
"Yes."
Boxi was looking at them from the stage. Analyn beckoned her.
When they were sitting with their drinks Analyn explained to Boxi, "Trevor like us to give him a show, and he likes to boom-boom the ass. So he boom-boom the ass with you, OK."
"OK. But, after, I like to go home. I do not like two girls in the bed with one guy. Too many fighting."
They looked at Trevor.
"That's fine."
"I will stay with you. You are cute," Analyn assured.
Trevor paid their bar-fines, and before he finished his drink they were back with him in their street clothes. He left, a girl on each arm, hailed a trike, and rode back to Sunset Garden Hotel, stopping, at the girls' request, to purchase barbecued chicken and pork, at a smoky roadside stall. The guard greeted him and pulled open the door, the receptionist handed him his key; neither batted an eyelid at him bringing back two girls. To them it was a common sight.
Back in his room, the girls soon made themselves comfortable, switching on the TV, setting the fan speed and direction, and stripping to their underwear.
"Where is our drink?" asked Boxi.
"Sorry, I don't have any."
"I take your key, I go to the bar."
Boxi pulled on her T-shirt and shorts. She picked the key off the bedside table.
"I get some beer and some Tanduay."
"Err ... OK. Don't spend too much," said Trevor.
When Boxi disappeared, Analyn, who was now laid on the bed propped on a pillow watching TV, urged Trevor to take of his clothes and lie with her. He stripped to his T-shirt and underpants and rolled onto the bed.
She hugged him, and ran her hand under his T-shirt to massage his chest. "Are you a shy boy?"
"No. I'm saving the view of my magnificent body 'til we've eaten. I don't want you too excited, too soon."
"I give you massage."
Analyn moved behind him and sat with him between her legs, then began to massage his shoulders.
"Is it good?"
"Oh yes. Good."
Trevor was beginning to relax and grow tumescent in anticipation. Analyn moved on to his scalp and face.
"Why you don't have a wife? You are a hansum guy?"
"Too much work, not enough money, and too much trouble," he told her with resignation, "Back home, the girls play hard to get, and expect you to pay a fortune. When I was supporting my wife and kids I had no money, though there were girls I fancied. Now I have enough money for an evening out, I'm too old - too old for lovely young girls like you."
"You are not old. You still have power. Power for two girls? Correct?" Analyn smiled, eyes wide.
"We'll see. I've never had two girls before."
Analyn laughed, "Then you are a two-girl cherry?"
"Yes. I'm still catching up."
"We will make you special then," she told him.
Boxi arrived back bearing her purchases in a plastic bag, which she placed on the bed, and Analyn moved forward to empty it while Boxi stripped down to her underwear once more. Three litre-bottles of Red Horse, two half-bottles of Tanduhay, two bottles of coke, four chocolate bars, three glasses and three plates.
"Plenty to drink then," remarked Trevor.
The girls set out the plates and distributed rice, portions of roast chicken and pork. Glasses were filed with Tanduay and coke, and, with the girls kneeling on the bed facing him, the three enjoyed a midnight feast, kamayan style: eaten by hand in the traditional Filipino style.
As his head began to swim, Trevor moved on to Red Horse beer, but the girls gulped down the Tanduay and coke. Soon, they finished eating, and the girls tidied away the plates, bottles, and remaining food, into a neat pile on the dressing table.
"Resting now; just a while," Analyn told Trevor, and the two girls lay back on either side of him, sandwiching him in a warm embrace.
For ten or fifteen minutes they watched TV and allowed their stomachs to settle, then Analyn announced, "I'm horny, now give me boom-boom."
She stood and stripped off her underwear, and Boxi followed. They then turned, grabbed Trevor, and pulled him off the bed.
"Take off you clothes. We shower now."
Boxi started to pull up his T-shirt and Analyn pulled at his briefs.
When he was naked, the girls led him into the shower and turned it to maximum power and heat. They took his shampoo and applied it liberally to their hair and massaged it to a creamy foam. Then they soaped their bodies. Next, they turned to Trevor, soaping his body, and giggling as they paid particular attention to his aroused genitals, pulling back his foreskin and carefully cleaning underneath, working into the crack of his backside and delicately washing him clean. Moving to sandwich him, front to back, they then massaged him with their bodies. In front, Analyn folded his penis up, to press against her stomach, and rubbed her soft soapy breasts against the bottom of his rib cage. Behind, Boxi clasped his shoulders and raised and lowered her breast up and down the small of his back. Trevor responded. His excitement rose, his penis stiffened and pressed out against Analyn's soft stomach.
"See. You have much power now. Now, we are ready," said Analyn.
The girls rinsed off the soap, and soon all three were towelling down.
Trevor was first back on the bed, his hair was short and quick to dry; he lay back, penis pointing up under the towel draped across it in unnecessary modesty. The girls' waist length hair took longer, but soon both stood ready at the bottom of the bed.
"Now we give you a show."
Analyn embraced Boxi and pulled her to herself, sinking her lips on Boxi's, and kissing her languorously. The girls' heads ground slowly against one another as their mouths opened to admit exploring tongues. Analyn broke off and sank to Boxi's breasts, took one in her mouth and began to suckle, then moved on to the other.
Trevor stiffened further, and feasted on this sight of two beautiful girls delighting in pleasing him.
Analyn turned Boxi, and pushed her back onto the bed, to wriggle, backwards, up beside Trevor. Boxi's legs parted and Analyn's head sank between them, and she began to eat gently at her pussy. Boxi stiffened and lay back. Trevor saw her nipples stiffen, and reached over to play with her breasts.
Analyn looked up. "Now, your turn."
She made way for Trevor, who replaced her, kneeling and leaning forward between Boxi's thighs. He smelled her pussy, sank his mouth onto it and began to work it with his tongue and lips. As he sought to give Boxi pleasure, he felt hands draw apart the cheeks of his backside, then the touch of a warm, moist tongue on his anus. For a moment he completely abandoned himself to this pleasure. Then, as his tongue circled Boxi's clitoris, and Analyn's tongue circled his anus, he thought of home.
He thought of the cold, the tedium of his work, the indifference of his colleagues, and the emptiness of his life; empty of emotional or physical comfort, and of all prospect of excitement. That was not a world to which he looked forward to returning. He thought of Grant and Alma, and he thought of the contented life of his companion at Black Pearl, and decided he could have what they have. Then, more determined than ever to drink his fill of life, he returned to Boxi, and worked his tongue and lips furiously, willing to give what he would get in return.
Boxi, responding to his assault, soon sighed and bucked and groaned in orgasm.
"She has come," Analyn was shrieking, "See how you are. You DO like the pussy with hair."
Trevor basked in the excitement of the girls, "No, my preference is for bald."
"Next time, you can shave my pussy," said Boxi.
"Now you can boom-boom her ass."
Analyn was keen to keep the show on the road.
At the mention of anal sex, some concern surfaced in the back of Trevor's mind.
"Ahhh - Do you have a condom?"
"I have," said Boxi, and she rolled of the bed and fetched a condom from her bag.
"I put it on."
She opened the package, took out the condom, prepared it, and put it in her mouth. Leaning forward she sank her mouth on Trevor's penis and began to work the condom down. The work was effortful and sloppy, and Trevor loved it. Eventually, Boxi used her hand to roll it on as far as possible.
"You are too big. It is a Filipino condom," she told him.
It was a snug fit.
"First doggy style," suggested Analyn, and she began to orchestrate the scene.
Sitting back against the wall, she told Boxi, "You can eat my pussy now."
Boxi bent between her thighs with her rump raised towards Trevor. Trevor, unsteady on the mattress, loomed over Boxi's taut buttocks from behind. Reaching down, he parted the cheeks of her arse, and as they opened, to his delight and relief, he saw her anus gape. Gently leaning down on his thighs, he aimed the bulb of the condom at the crenulated gap and eased his penis in. Effortlessly, it admitted his full length. Rising directly over her, he grasped her under her ribcage to give him balance, and began to thrust. Boxi was busy between Analyn's thighs, and Analyn's eyes were closed, enjoying her pleasure.
With Boxi's arse gripping tightly he began to enjoy the grasping, rougher sensation of anal intercourse, and the delightful view of Analyn's breasts, crowned with their chocolate coloured saucers, gently heaving with pleasure.
Analyn allowed a well judged interval to elapse before she called, "Now, on the end of the bed."
Trevor pulled out and drew off, and as the bodies rearranged themselves he realised something was wrong.
"Shit, I've lost the condom."
"See, it is too small," said Boxi.
"Lost inside," said Analyn. "No problem."
This time she arranged Boxi over the end of the bed and folded her legs back. She instructed Boxi to hold her legs, and inserted her fingers into her arse. After a few seconds she pulled the top of the condom, sandwiched between two fingers, into the open, gripped it, pulled it out, then ran into the toilet and flushed it away.
"No condom this time," she said.
Overcome with desire, Trevor abandoned all caution.
