"Cum on her tits, Simon, so I can lick it off." It was Iris behind me, reaching around, to squeeze and stroke the shaft of my cock while Ally sucked the tip. Her instruction came in the nick of time, as I was just beginning to feel that stirring in my balls. I put my hand over Iris's, gave a loud moan and let loose over Ally's chest, the first spurt coating her turquoise necklace and throat, the rest draining across her tits and perfect, puffy, young nipples.
Iris continued stroking long after the last drops had dripped onto Ally, slowing down gradually, an experienced finish to a hand job. I leaned back against Iris and turned my head to give her a quick kiss on the lips. "It's all yours, Babe." I sat in a lawn chair beside the two of them so I could watch while Iris slowly licked up the sticky cum, coating her tongue and lips, then shared it with Ally in a long, sloppy kiss.
"Did you like it, Ally," Iris asked? Then, looking over at me, "that was Ally's first taste of a man's cum."
"I liked it that way," Ally told her lover. "I don't know if I would have if Simon had cum in my mouth, but it was very sexy sharing it with you."
As the two lovers continued kissing and petting, I was feeling like a third wheel, which indeed I was. I was a convenient toy cock for this young lesbian couple to play with. I was under no illusions about that but, of course, I had no objections.
Six months ago Ally and Iris had become my tenants, moving into the other side of the duplex I had bought with the lump sum from my disability settlement. The idea was that I'd have a place to live while the rental unit would pay the taxes and utilities. I hadn't realized the girls were a couple until I began hearing them in their bedroom, which shared a wall with mine. I was fascinated right from the start. After that first night of hearing their muffled lovemaking, I invested in a professional grade stethoscope so I could better listen in.
"Oh, yes, Ally. Just like that. God I love your tongue in my pussy. Lick my clit. Oh, yessss! Put your thumb in me now."
"Cum for me, Iris, baby. Cum in my mouth. You're so wet and you taste so gooood!"
The two of them would go on like that for an hour or more almost every night. On the weekends it might have a quick session during the day. They were like a honeymoon couple.
At the back of the house we shared a patio. I'm fond of grilling out and their third week in the unit, I threw on a couple extra boneless chicken thighs and invited the girls to eat with me. They came out for dinner dressed, or barely dressed, in shorts and tight tank tops, Iris showing plenty of cleavage. Though I knew by then that they were a couple and much too young for me, I thoroughly enjoyed the sight before me and fought mightily to keep my intermittent erections hidden through the impromptu party.
Halfway though what turned out to be a very pleasant evening, Iris caught me. She looked away quickly when I saw her staring at the lump in my Dockers. She was polite and said nothing. Up to that point we were having a nice conversation interrupted by frequent laughter. I hoped Iris understood that an evening of exposure to two lovely young bodies was all a middle-aged man could bare. She apparently took no offense.
That night I was privy, thanks to my stethoscope, to a most unexpected private conversation about me.
"Well, Simon seems a nice enough guy. I had fun talking to him."
"Yea, but did you notice the bulge in his pants?"
"Well, he can't help that. Look at us. He was probably salivating too. At least he didn't do or say anything crude and he wasn't leering at us so I'll cut him some slack. I find it kinda flattering in a way."
The girls conversation faded away, replaced by silence at first, then by soft moaning as their nightly lovemaking began. I listened for as long as I could but I really needed some relief. I adjourned to the bed for some solo lovemaking of my own, picturing in my mind what has happening just inches away on the other side of that bedroom wall.
Interesting and stimulating as it was, the girls sexual escapades was not the best part of sharing a bedroom wall. Their conversations were fascinating, and I couldn't help but notice how frequently my name came up.
"Do you think Simon knows we're gay?"
"Of course he knows. Don't we make it obvious?"
"I suppose so, but what if he doesn't have any gaydar?"
"He'd have to be blind and deaf. I think it turns him on. Guys are like that about lesbians."
As we got to know each other, Ally, Iris and I spent a lot of time talking, usually in the evening on the deck. I liked them both but I found Ally the most appealing as a person. She seemed sweeter, more innocent than her partner, less worldly. She had the more petite body, small pointy tits, tight, round ass. She often wore her long reddish blonde hair in french braids, which made her look younger than her twenty-two years. Her skin was smooth and glowing. I sometimes teased her about what I might find if I connected the dots of her freckles.
Iris was taller, darker and older. Her brunette locks were wavy, cut short and sassy. Her olive skin was nearly flawless. She was more substantially built than her two-years younger lover, thighs a bit on the heavy side, butt broad but firm. She featured a pair of spectacular breasts which, though large, rode high on her chest. When she was bra-less the nipples stood up enticingly. How I envied Ally's access to those.
"I wonder if Simon masturbates while he's thinking of us together."
"Iris, that's gross. I don't want to picture that. I like Simon."
"I'll bet he does. How could he not think about that hot little body of yours?"
"Stop it, Iris. What about you? Look at those breasts of yours. I bet he's thinking about them right now. I know I am. I've been thinking about them all day."
"They aren't my breasts. Not any more. They're yours now. Do with them whatever pleases you."
I could picture Iris peeling her shirt off over her head and offering those gorgeous nipples to her lover, sighing to myself at what I saw in my minds eye, Ally approaching Iris and sliding her lips over one hard nipple, biting it playfully before sucking it into her mouth. I sat heavily on the edge of my bed with my head in my hands. I didn't know how much more of this I could take.
Turns out, I could take quite a bit. The nightly love fest next door turned to nightly masturbation for me, with some of the most intense orgasms I'd ever experienced. I went from a once a week guy to nightly, occasionally going for seconds. It would with me at my listening post, stethoscope in one hand, cock in the other. At first, I'd feel a little funny about it when I saw the girls the next day. I soon got over that. I gave some thought to bugging the girls bedroom in some way, with a mic or even a camera, but that idea was short-lived. At least with the stethoscope there was no chance that I'd ever be caught. Besides, Ally was right. I am a nice guy.
Within a couple of months of their moving in, Ally, Iris and I had become friends. They talked openly about their relationship. Privately, each of them had even confided in me some of the little problems they occasionally had with each other. Nothing serious, just ordinary issues that come up between couples, but it made me feel close to them that they had confidence in me to keep their secrets and share what little wisdom I could.
"Iris, do you ever wish I was a guy?"
"Of course not, Baby. I love you and I love your body."
"I know, but don't you ever wish I had a cock. You used to like them, or so you told me when we first got together. Do you ever miss having a real cock in you? I love fucking you with our little toy, but do you ever wish it was real?"
"No. I think we're perfect together. I don't need anything else. Why are you even asking?"
"Just thinking. I wonder sometimes if you miss it, sex with a man I mean. If you did, I'd probably be hurt, but I'd try to understand."
"You'd have nothing to fear, Ally. No man will ever do for me what you can. What about you?"
"Well I can hardly miss it. I was only ever with one man, Joel. I don't have anything to compare him to except you and it's no contest. I don't think any guy will do for me what you do either."
As Ally and Iris grew comfortable in their surroundings, they volunteered to help out around the place. They helped in the small garden I tended. Iris cut the grass one Saturday. I repaid them by cooking for them and a couple of times called for takeout and included them. One night, after burgers on the deck an after we had all had several beers, Ally asked, "why don't you have a girlfriend, Simon? You're such a nice guy and pretty good looking."
"I was married once, had some girlfriends too but I swore off women a couple of years ago. It seems I got to the age it just wasn't worth it anymore. For a man my age it seems all that's out there are divorcees looking for help raising their teenage kids. That's not for me. I'm not good looking, young or rich enough to have a lot of choices."
"Don't you miss having sex?"
"Well, maybe the idea of it more than the actual act. I probably wouldn't be very good at it now. I used to be, I think. Never had any complaints, but it's been awhile."
"Iris and I have noticed your erections sometimes. Is being around us hard for you?"
Iris giggled at that. "Ally did you listen to what you just said?"
"What? What did I say?"
