Sunday morning arrived, and I was conscious that I was in bed on my own. I was in that half-asleep / half-awake mode, and although I thought about getting up, I didn't. It must have been a good half hour later when Helen gave me a gentle shake and placed a mug of tea on the table at my side of the bed. It became apparent that she had 3 mugs, and she gave Sam a call to let her know that we had tea for her.
I shouldn't have been surprised that Sam came into the room naked, but it did seem ever so slightly surreal. It is actually difficult to explain how liberating it is not to be inhibited in front of each other, particularly with three of us being in the house, but there was something very sexual about the way that Sam was displaying herself. She sat on the bed between Helen and I, cross legged and facing us.
She leaned across to pick up her tea from my bedside table, and even though I thought she could have done that without touching me, her tits brushed over mine which had the fairly immediate effect of making my nipples stiffen up.
"What shall we do today?" Helen asked to no one in particular. We kicked around all sorts of ideas from walks to shopping, a pub lunch, you name it, but didn't actually settle on any of them.
"I know what I'd like to do," said Sam eventually. "Do we have to go anywhere at all, or can we just stay here"?
"Why - what did you have in mind?" Helen replied.
Sam suddenly went rather coy. "I'd just like to laze around here and get up to a few things, you know, a bit like yesterday."
We finally got up after about 45 minutes of stalling. I think I just pulled a tee shirt on (but that was all), whilst Sam opted not to put anything on. We went downstairs to join Helen who had already gone down to make a start on breakfast. Sam sat on one of the chairs she had pulled from the table and was obviously in the mood to blatantly display herself. Her thighs were widely spread and every now and then she was teasing her clit and sliding a finger between her cunt lips. There was a pleasing sheen around the entrance to her vulva.
She didn't even give up while we were eating. She used her spoon, and later on her fork single handed and continued to stroke herself on and off for the duration of breakfast. I cleared up and as I was finishing, I could hear her quietly muttering something along the lines of "I'm so fucking horny today."
It wasn't as if we had done anything but Sam was clearly getting worked up about something.
At some point we found our way into the lounge, and Sam sat herself on the floor while Helen and I took ownership of the sofa.
After about 10 minutes of doing nothing, but with a tension building as Sam kept up the prolonged toying of her gash, she suddenly said "will one of you please start something."
I decided to give her a display of my own and opened my legs fully while shunting myself forward a bit on the sofa.
"Is this what you want to see?" I asked whilst lazily pushing my flappy lips apart. Not really knowing what I was intending to do, I began to run a finger from my clit down to my anus and back again, each time just dipping a finger or two into myself.
I could see that Helen was having a good look, and she shifted her position a little to get a better view. "That's it – show Sam what we've done to your beautiful cunt."
"Do you think she's looser?" Helen asked Sam.
"Give her a good look – let her see. Let Sam compare our cuntholes and tell us if she thinks you're coming on. This time, Helen also scooted forward and put herself in the same position as me, and running her finger up and down from her clit to her asshole exactly as I was doing.
"Well she's got a way to go to match you Mum," Sam said, but I think whatever it is you are doing to her is having an effect. "You're definitely a bit bigger Andrea. Can I . . . can I have a closer look?"
"Be my guest," I offered.
Sam came closer and kneeled down in front of myself and her Mum. "H'mmm, perhaps I could tell a bit better if you both do a couple of things for me."
"What do you want us to do?" Helen asked.
"Start by putting two fingers into your lippy cunnies and move them around," Sam instructed. I watched Helen, and then followed suit. After two or three minutes Sam told us to add another finger, and eventually, after a longer interval, told us to use four fingers.
There was something strangely exciting being told what to do, and I was getting nicely creamed up. From what I could hear, Helen was too.
"Now use both hands and pull your holes open. I want to see you stretched open."
In a way, this was frustrating as it meant I couldn't stimulate myself in the same way that I had been doing, but it was having the desired effect on Sam. I could see some girl drool dribbling down from her juicebox.
Watching the stringy wetness drip from Sam's cunt was beginning to create quite a stir between my own legs. I've never seen or known a girl who could produce lubrication as freely as Sam. It was steadily seeping onto the carpet in a little pool and as much as I wanted to do as Sam had instructed and prise open my cunt hole, I wanted some of that juice on my fingers.
It was a bit awkward from my sitting, and Sam's kneeling position, but I reached out and placed the palm of my hand just under Sam's copiously wet cunt slit but without actually touching it. I could feel the silky liquid slowly leaking onto my hand and I held it there for about a minute or so.
I carefully removed my hand from under her, and brought it to just in front of my now slippery hole, and dipped the fingers from my other hand into my cupped palm. I swirled my fingers around making sure they were liberally coated in Sam's mess, and started smearing the gooey sap all over my heavily aroused lips and clit, and it felt heavenly.
"You dirty girl Andrea!" Sam exclaimed with a flirtatious grin.
I hadn't been paying much attention to Helen, having been caught up in the moment with Sam, and I had now resumed prising my cunt open with the finger-tips of my hands. I was pretty well zoned into that when I became aware of one of Helens hand moving towards me. Her fingers were glazed with a thick layer of her own gunk which she had evidently scooped up from the generously lipped entry of her sumptuous cunt.
"Here," she said, "let me add some of mine," and proceeded to wipe her womanly juices in with Sam's.
I still can't believe that such a simple act could be so wonderfully erotic.
Sam collected some more of her cunt cream on her fingers and shockingly joined Helens in working their collective nectars into me. I wouldn't have imagined that the fingers of the hands from two people at the same time could be so overwhelmingly sensual. There is a contrast in the shapes and textures of the fingers, the movement and the actions of them, the way that they probe and stroke – it is a totally different sensation from anything that I have experienced, and it was going to get me off very quickly if I let it.
I resisted the urge to let go and cum. I wanted so much to prolong the incredible erogenous feelings the scenario was having on me, and I fought the pressing desire to let the orgasm take over.
