Justine starts to laugh. She stands up, turns around, and puts her arms around my neck.
"She'd probably say, 'Juss, you greedy little bitch! I asked you not to wear him out!'"
"Yeah, about that -- why would she suspect--"
"Oh come on, Ben!" She looks at me like I'm a half-wit. "You asked us to get naked with you! We're not idiots -- we knew you were into one of us, but we just couldn't figure which one."
"Ah, but that's where you guys were wrong!" I grin and kiss her passionately. "I didn't want just one! By the way, I'm nowhere near worn out. And I still want dessert!"
I grab her around the waist and hoist her onto the counter.
Justine lifts her bare feet up onto the counter as well, so her heels are on the edge She scoots her ass toward the edge, her legs wide apart. I dive in close to her pussy, inhaling her musky scent. I kiss her inner thigh on one side, then the other. Then I lick her groin muscles.
Finally I go at it, lapping across her labia with broad strokes as if I'm licking an ice-cream cone. My tongue works its way up until I find her clit, and I zero in on it. As I do, she inhales sharply and exhales a soft moan.
I alternate licking and sucking her clit, suddenly remembering the wacky advice I'd read in a sex manual somewhere to "lick the alphabet on her clit" (I ignore this advice.) As she starts to get more worked up, I cross a couple of fingers and ease them inside her. Turning my palm upward, I uncross them, and she moans. She's so wet!
"How do I taste?" she asks.
I come up for air long enough to answer: "Wonderful!"
Then I get back to it. The tips of the two fingers inside her find the nubby texture of her g-spot, and tease it as I ease off her clit and start licking her broadly again.
Pretty soon she starts bucking and moaning. She grabs her nipples through her white cotton t-shirt and again twists them, really hard.
"Oh BEN, ohmygod, I'm coming!!!" she groans. Not that she needs to tell me this -- I feel the waves of pleasure running through her body, especially the two fingers inside her. Her pussy is so muscular, and I feel every quiver. Finally, she sighs and tilts her head back. She's still enjoying it, and she hasn't told me to stop, so I keep on going.
I lick and flick my tongue more lightly now, very lightly, and focus more energy on her g-spot, tap tap tapping with my fingertips. She pulls the t-shirt off, and once again I'm looking at her spectacular breasts, and I just can't believe my luck.
She's moaning. She's quivering. I can't tell where (or if) one orgasm ends and the next begins, but I just keep working and working up to a crescendo of intense lustful energy, and I'm tap-tap-tapping her g-spot while I suck and flit my tongue over her clit, up and down, side to side, and Justine is just loving it. Her thighs clamp in tight around my ears and eventually her quivering subsides.
She relaxes her thighs.
"Whoa!" she exclaims, barely able to catch her breath. "That was... just wow."
"Yeah, it was!" I stand up and kiss her passionately, curious to see if she likes the taste of her own juices.
She kisses me deeply, yet softly. So good.
I help her down from the counter.
"Maybe we could rest up a little bit before Kyra gets here?" she suggests. "I'll go put out my futon."
Her apartment is a traditional one, with tatami floors. Instead of sleeping on a bed, she sleeps on a thick futon roll that she stores in a closet during the day. As she gets it ready, I clear the table and wash the dishes. Then I pick up the various items of clothing we've discarded so far and carry them into the other room.
Justine is already lounging on top of her blankets, laid out in her full glory. I want her again, but I'm also very sleepy... I can't keep my eyes open...
I awaken sometime later to the exquisite sensation of Justine's fingertips once again gently exploring my cock.
She stops, looks up at me, and gently fondles my cock with her hand.
"You have a gorgeous cock," she says. "But I think your balls would look better if they were smooth-shaved."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Would you let me shave your balls?"
"If I do, are you gonna shave your pussy?"
"No, I don't like to shave it. But I have a student in my adult conversation class who does sugar waxing at her spa and she's been badgering me to try it. If you let me shave your balls, promise I'll get my kitty waxed this week, and next weekend it'll be fresh and smooth."
"Next weekend?" I'm slightly surprised that she's already planning our next rendezvous.
"Got somewhere else you'd rather be next weekend?" she asks, in a tone of mock disappointment, her hand still on my cock.
"No -- sure, let's go for it!"
In the bathroom, she lathers me up and very carefully goes to work on my scrotum with a large pink razor clearly meant for her legs. It tickles in an odd way. Then we both soap up and rinse off.
She towels me off and admires her handiwork as I try to get used to the breezy sensation between my legs.
"Looks so much cleaner!" she declares, satisfied. Then she leans in, licks my balls, takes one into her mouth, then the other. "Better mouth feel, too."
Once again we start to towel off. This time she puts on lingerie -- another matched lace set, this time in black -- a short skirt, and a crop top that she ties at the neck.
"Wow..." I'm at a loss. "You look amazing."
She smiles and blushes ever so slightly, then rolls her eyes.
She hands me a t-shirt to go with the sweats. As I get dressed, she grabs a can of Pocari Sweat -- Japan's answer to Gatorade -- out of the fridge. It's a sports drink with a rather unfortunate name (so called because you drink it when you sweat) and an unappealing milky-whitish color. Fortunately it tastes better than it looks or sounds.
There's a knock at the door.
Justine opens the door and greets Kyra with a bright "Hey!" and a hug.
Kyra's wearing a loose shirt pulled down over one shoulder and a slightly longer skirt than Justine's.
"Hey Ben!"
I instinctively double-check that my boner's gone. It is, thankfully, and I get up and give her a hug and a big smile. "Hey Kyra!"
She smells like vanilla and tropical flowers.
"So... What's this next big adventure you have in mind for us?" she asks with enthusiastic curiosity. I steal a glance at Justine and I blush.
Kyra's eyes dart from Justine's face to mine and back to Justine's.
"Why are you guys being so weird? What's the big mystery adventure? Come on, tell me!!"
(Come on, man, don't lose your nerve. Don't lose your nerve. Don't lose your nerve...)
"Come on, Ben," Justine urges. "Tell her what you told me when you got here."
"Yeah Ben, what is it already?"
(I don't know why I should feel shy
now
... I mean, so far things have gone great, right?)
"What I told Justine when I got here is that ever since our visit to the forest
rotemburo
last week, I can't stop thinking about how beautiful you both look in the nude..."
I pause.
"Okay, thanks... and...?"
"And that I've been fantasizing about being with you two ever since."
"Wait, are you saying you want to date us
both?
"
I inhale deeply.
"I'm saying I'd like to be with both of you..."
"--at the same time," Justine cuts in, unable to stop the corners of her mouth curling into an enthusiastic smile.
"What?! How would that even
work
?" Kyra asks, looking genuinely concerned.
"That's exactly what I asked!" Justine chimes in, grinning.
"However we want it to," I say. "The three of us sharing and exploring each other's bodies--"
"--and our own bodies," Justine adds.
"Absolutely, and our own bodies, in any way that's sensual and comfortable and sexy and erotic and pleasurable,
If
you like the idea."
Kyra turns to Justine and demands, in what sounds like a slightly accusatory tone (though I can't tell -- maybe she's just playing), "And what did
you
say to this proposition?!"
"I told Ben I didn't think it was at all fair that he'd had such a good opportunity to check us out from head to toe while he somehow managed to prevent us from getting even a glimpse of his package."
"And then?"
"And then I took off my clothes," I say.
"He's got a great package," Justine blurts out, now blushing. "But as soon as I saw it, that was the moment when I picked up the phone called you. I swear!"
"That's why the vibe feels so weird in here!" Kyra says, apparently quite indignant. "You guys honestly couldn't wait until I got here!"
I grin, sheepishly, and shrug, blushing.