Flesh between dreams, shifting thighs, heat emanating, left, right, smooth embrace of a sheet interrupted, thigh claiming space on my thigh, a pleasant weight pulling me from some dream of rain. Brief wakefulness by a hand on my chest, another, different, between my thighs, a sexual tugging by someone too fast asleep to know better. Darkness cloaked hands. Wandering. The buzzing nag of a body begging for rest cutting exploration short.
After my mind's emergence, I wondered what vignettes were missing, lost in sleep, for single breaths of wakefulness. An attempt at stretching reminded me, where I was. Not anywhere new. My bed. But, now Alana was there. And Jenny was too. Nowhere left to stretch really. The little I did move should have awoken them, but they had probably also grown used to all the moving throughout the night. 

Jenny's bare body pressed against me--her tits and one of her thighs strewn on top of me, and Alana wasn't far. Her body just wasn't tangled up with mine like Jenny's. She was facing me and her hand was on my inner thigh, her fingers centimeters from my cock, which was no longer in the state of uninterrupted excitement it had experienced the night before. I took the cue and a deep breath in, admiring the handiwork of whoever crafted this moment. My girlfriend and the neighbor, two gorgeous women strewn about me on the bed like sheets and blankets. I thought about pulling the sheet down a bit, just for a second, so I could admire one or both of their bodies, but I was too content with the moment as it was. If they were to wake, I wanted it to be on their own time, naturally, no need for me to interfere with the course of events that had already gone so well. 

I closed my eyes. Soon, or possibly, after some sleep gone unnoticed, I felt Jenny's finger nail tracing its way up and down my chest. The first thing I saw was her big goofy smile, inches from mine. "Good morning," she whispered. "Morning" I responded, sleepily. "We really outdid ourselves last night," she said, her finger moving up to the top of my chest. I chuckled, "I know. What a night." She grabbed my chin between two fingers and pulled me towards her, kissing me with her lips closed, and then parting them slightly, moving up slightly, and then back down to part mine too. I loved her eyes as she pulled away. They looked past me as the sound and motion of Alana's body shifting diverted our attention. A sigh made clear Alana was waking up.
By the time I turned, Alana's eyes were already open, and she was smiling. "Are you guys talking about last night?Already?" She asked. Jenny chuckled, "yes, how'd you know?" "Oh, just hoping I wasn't the only one still thinking about it," Alana replied. "I'm going to be thinking about it all day," I joked. "Mmmhm" Jenny intoned, chuckling. Alana's hand on my inner thigh shifted gently, sending a muted signal to my brain from such a sensitive area. "That is if we don't give you more to think about in the process," Jenny said smiling.
Alana looked interested, "And what might be so distracting as to make him stop thinking about last night?"Another hand movement matched her tone. I twitched ever so slightly because she moved it closer to my balls. "Oh, I don't know, "said Jenny, "Maybe we can decide that later.. But, I don't think he's going to be very much in his head when he has us both here live, don't you think?" Alana agreed. "I mean, if you guys want me to stick around...." she said, "I'm sure we can keep his mind busy." She gently squeezed my thigh. I glanced quickly at Jenny, but could already guess we were on the same page. "Very okay by me," I said, grazing Alana's thighs with my fingertips in return.
There was a moment of silence, but not an uncomfortable one. Jenny's fingers were tracing over my chest again. "So, what do you think we should do today, Alana?" Jenny asked. "Hmm..." Alana stared, after a second, her fingers moved up my upper inner thigh. I had to fight to not squirm as they inched up further. "I think you're right we should play it by ear," she finished. My fingers started playing a little bit higher on Alana's thigh. "Okay," Jenny said, 'well, for now, I don't really feel like getting out of bed, do you guys?" Alana and I both agreed. Going anywhere else sounded like the worst possible decision. 

"What do you guys usually do on Saturday mornings?" Alana asked. Jenny and I glanced at each other, holding back a laugh about how insane it would sound to tell anyone what we had been doing every single Saturday morning, and really, every single morning for who knows how long now. 

"What?" Alana asked, curious. "Wait, are you guys just going to tell me some kinky thing again?" 

"Uhhh," one of is started, and she laughed. 

"I wasn't asking about that," Alana chuckled, "but is that really all you guys do?" Maybe she wasn't actually expecting a response but I said, "I guess we do a lot of it..." 

"Okay," she laughed, "And you guys always do it Saturday mornings?"
"I mean, pretty much every morning," Jenny said.
"Wow," Alana said, "that... I mean, props to you guys. Not everyone can keep up such a good sex life. How do you get anything done?"
"I honestly don't know..." I said, "but it's kind of worth it. I am never not feeling up for it. And I'm pretty sure I can say the same for Jenny."
"Mmhm," She answered smiling at me, "How could I not be?"
The women were still stroking my thigh and chest, and my left hand had made it pretty close to Alana's inner thigh. Blood had certainly started flowing into my not-too-long-ago spent cock.

Alana chuckled, "you know, I actually have been waiting to hear more about your sex life. You were going to tell me about the time you did it in your office remember?"
"Oh yeah," Jenny said, "but you haven't won it from me yet."
"Unh uh!" Alana replied, her hand squeezing harder on my thigh, physically conveying yet another of her reactions, "you promised you would tell me!"
"Okay, okay," Jenny said laughing, "I'm happy to spill the beans."
She placed her hand flat on my chest. "That's fine with you, right?" She asked me.
"Yeah, yeah," I said, "totally. It'll be fun to revisit that."
"Okay," Jenny said cheerfully," and "you're sure you want Alana to know about our whole kinky thing that we do?"
I laughed, "yeah, that's fine... I guess after last night it won't be a big shock or anything."
"Hmm, well now I'm even more intrigued!" Alana said, squeezing my thigh again.
"Okay, so, it was this one day we were driving to work together. I was.." Jenny started.
"But wait," Alana said, "I feel like I want to know what you guys mean by 'your whole kinky thing.' Is it like a fetish or something?"
"Uh," I said, " well, I guess, I just have a, um, a bit of a fixation..."
"What kind of fixation?" She asked.
"Like an oral fixation, " I admitted.
Jenny laughed, "that's one way to put it."
"How would you put it?" Alana asked.
Jenny looked at me, and I smiled at her. "Go ahead," I said.
"Well," she started, coming off like she was about to talk about something that made her very happy, "a while back he told me he had this fetish. And I guess... you know, it turned out his fetish was compatible with me... We both just want to do it all the time... like, multiple times a day.."
Alana's eyes were bright as she took in this information. "So, wait, multiple times? Not just sex, though? Oral specifically?"
"Yeah," Jenny said, there was an eagerness in her voice, like she wanted to continue telling the story, "I mean... sometimes it's just oral, well, I guess 'sometimes' is not the right word. Most of the time it's just oral." 

"And when you say 'oral'..." Alana started the question tentatively.
"I mean he eats me out," Jenny said definitively.
Jenny's pleased expression contrasted nicely with the intrigue in Alana's. Her hand was moving up and down my leg slowly, not so close to my cock anymore.
"So... just him to you?" Alana asked. 

Jenny nodded.
"Wow.." Alana mouthed.
"Of course, I go down on him too..." Jenny said, "just, I mean, when we're talking about this fetish... he likes to eat me out." I could feel in the changes in Jenny's breath that this was an exciting conversation for her.
"Uh huh..." Alana said, shifting a little, resonating with Jenny's energy, "so, but, you're saying multiple times a day? He just eats you out and gets nothing in return?"
The questions reminded me how unique this whole thing felt. My fetish wasn't all that new, but I certainly hadn't ever been in a relationship where I ate someone out multiple times a day, not even once a day. Jenny was right that compatibility was at play. It mattered that Jenny wanted it. It mattered that she wanted it every morning, and that she wasn't satiated for the rest of the day even if she did get it. And it mattered that I wanted it, but also that if she wanted it, I wanted it even more.
Jenny chuckled. "Yeah... I know... it sounds like a lot."
"I mean," Alana said, still stroking my thigh, "it sounds... wonderful."
We all laughed.
"Is it really that wonderful for you?" Alana asked me, moving her hand further up my thigh, "because it also doesn't sound all that fair..." I was squeezing, kneading the inside of her upper thigh. She was wearing panties. I could feel the lace on the back of my hand.
"Pff, yeah..." I said, looking straight at her. She parted her thighs slightly. "I don't know why. I just love it. It doesn't even matter how many times it happens. As long as Jenny is into it, I just can't stop. It's a craving that keeps coming back. And I'm kind of into the one-sidedness a lot of the time... it plays into the whole fetish thing because it's not just that I want to eat her out.. its about the power dynamic too." Alana parted her thighs a little more. Her fingers lightly grazed my cock. Jenny's hand had come down to my other thigh.
"I'm a very lucky woman," Jenny breathed.
"You sure are," Alana said languidly, not really looking at her. 

"So," Alana started, after a quiet second of her and Jenny stroking different parts of me, "how do you even find time to do something like that so many times a day?"
"I guess we just have to start early," Jenny said laughing. 

"What does that mean?" Alana asked chuckling.
"Well," Jenny said, fingers tracing my chest again. "Every morning, if I wake up first, I climb up on the bed, place my knees around his head, and he wakes up to my pussy on his mouth... sometimes he just opens his eyes, looks up at me and starts licking..." Jenny's thighs shifted a little, and it felt like a slight grind on my leg. She was obviously turning herself on. Alana's fingers more regularly frequented my cock. "Sometimes, he's a little sleepy, so I just grind my hips on his mouth a little, until he wakes up, and he gets me there..." I was looking back and forth at both of them, but I was watching Alana when her lips parted. "Sometimes, I'll pull his hair if he doesn't wake up right away... or I'll gently slap his face... or sometimes I'll just.... go.....I'll just make myself cum, and let him wake up whenever he happens to wake up.."
Alana's eyes widened. Jenny chuckled, "I know, I know.. sorry if I'm oversharing right now."
"Uhhh... " Alana said, "no... I mean, this is fascinating.... To think someone is actually living this life." They laughed. "But," she asked me, "you like waking up like that?"
"Oh, yeah," I responded, not really having to think about it. "Don't worry, it's all consensual," I chuckled, "we kind of came to an understanding a long time ago. I've kind of told her I want her to just... take it... anytime she wants... that's kind of part of the fetish... you know? Like... it's not just the act itself... and, I also will tell her if I'm not in the mood or anything... although.. that doesn't really happen very much."
Alana's eyes darted away and back. I wondered if she was thinking of the times she saw us in the backyard, and if she had been wondering if it really just one way like that.
"Wow," she said, "but, then... and that's just the mornings?" 

"Oh yeah," Jenny said, almost proud of herself. That tone kind of turned me on. It was clear that getting me to lick her pussy every morning felt like a conquest for her, even though I had given it up willingly. "Yeah," Jenny continued, "and sometimes he wakes up and just gets down there, you know? Or sometimes he's already there in the morning because he falls asleep after licking me off the night before."
It was cute seeing her so excited about telling Alana. I wondered if she hadn't actually told anyone else before about our sexual exploits. If so, maybe that was a relief. 

"Wait, wait," Alana interrupted, "okay, you're exaggerating right? Every morning and every night?"
We both laughed.
"Uhh, yeah, no, I know," I said, "I never thought it would be like this myself to be honest."
"Wait, you're serious?" Alana asked, "you go down on Jenny more than once a day every single day?"
I laughed again, she was as incredulous as I would expect anyone to be. "Uh yeah, pretty much," I confirmed, "I don't know. I kind of always had this fantasy of someone just, um..." I paused for a second, considering whether to mince my words with our houseguest, but decided to keep going, "you know, to just use me over and over again, for her pleasure."
"Okay," Alana said, "so you're like really into it too? You don't get tired of it?" She asked.
"I am," I said, "honestly. I find it hard to believe too, but I fucking love eating pussy."
