The girls asked would it be OK if they just got in bed together, by themselves, at first.
"Can I watch?"
"Just don't soil yourself. We're going to need those fishies."
"And the boat they ride in on," said Bri.
"I'll be good." So I sat at the big desk Dray had in the master bedroom.
The girls kissed and hugged and slowly undressed each other. About 10 minutes in I began to get the waft of pussy. I giggled trying to discern the different strains of scent, Stony vs Bri, but then gave it up. Too advanced a science for me.
Bri wanted to show Stony 69 from an upper book she'd read on girl fucking. They played with it but Stony, a shorter girl by about 2 inches, found it difficult to get the proper angle for her tongue into Bri's cunt. They switched back to the more basic put your girlfriend on her back, get her knees up and then put your face between her thighs method. The moving and smooching and moans and gasps and the cloud of pussy scent were making me uncomfortably hard and I had to remember my pledge to behave. Maybe I should go back to Pharaoh till I'm wanted? Well, I couldn't do that.
On Dray's desk I spotted a yellow pad with lightly indented cursive tracks. Remnants from a pen someone had used earlier. With one of Dray's pencils I did that thing where you shade over the marks to reveal the writing. Killing time while Stony licked Bri's clit. One eye on Stony's ass and pussy, one on Bri's heaving tits and pretty face and my third eye on the pad. A good diversion.
I had to pay attention when Stony's fingers got involved. Thank God her body blocked the view of Bri's cunt being invaded or I might have lost it. However Stony was doing it, Bri's endorsement seemed heartfelt, sincere.
I looked down at the paper: There was a lot that hadn't come through, hadn't revealed itself. But some I could make out, some I could guess at:
"Flo..???...wild ang(ry??)...Stupid...saw pape(r?)...show(??)...saw (tr??)ansfer Ann...???...(m)y fault...". And further down the sheet, "Wants cleve(land??)...no $$???...no guaran(tees??) beyo(nd??) (that?)" and "...get W???..will?? cheap...not Sm???" Then near the bottom, "Warn??? if???" And that was all. Pretty weird. Was this Draymond's writing? Probably but not like I could tell for sure. What was he doing? Why was Lady Florence, I mean it had to be her, angry? And what did Cleveland mean, or was it clever? Someone wants to be clever? Who was W? Who is Sm? Warn who? About what?
I looked up at the sound of Briana's orgasm, she was cumming hard and fast. Stony raised her head and looked back, a wide, happy, wet grin on her face. The girls rested, holding hands, and then recovered and swapped positions. It was Stony's turn to get Rosalind's Revenge. I decided I better move in now for a better closeup. My turn was coming soon. I crumpled up the paper and threw it in the little trash bin beside the desk.
As Briana went down on Stony, I played with the mystery writing in my head to keep from busting. Angry over what? Warn who? Stony was so turned on by having already eaten Bri that she was going to be quick to cum. No guarantees about what? What warning? A warning to me now, from me. Stupid to leave my detective work in the little bin where anyone might discover my snooping. I watched as Stony came in Bri's mouth then retrieved the wadded paper and stuffed it in my pants pocket.
When I turned Stony was on her back, knees swaying open and closed elegantly, like an old-fashioned grandad clock, tick-tock, tick-tock, an arm over her eyes, breathing deep, her breasts rising and falling, trying to recover. That ancient song, right? Elvis Dylan or Bobby Beatles or one of those other guys from a million years ago. "Stony swings like a pendulum do," her knees I mean. Bri was up, seated at the edge of the bed with a wicked liquid grin on her pretty face. Her tits hung beautifully, her open legs displayed the wet red fuzz around her cunt.
I hushed, stopped breathing, tried to memorize the visual, to steal it and seal it and keep it for my own. I stripped down to boxers only. Wanting.
Bri saw the condition of my cock. She chuckled and reached her hand to rest on Stony's thigh, turned to her and said, "He's been such a good boy."
Stony murmured something in the affirmative.
"Had to wait so long while we played, while we had all the fun."
"mmmm ahh," which sounded agreement-ish.
"And it's sad. Cause now Jeff has a problem, a big one too."
"mmmm I bet." Stony was stirring, up on her elbows now, her tits resting prettily, watching and finally capable of speech.
"Is it our problem too? Are we supposed to help?"
"That seems fair," Stony said with a cute giggle.
"But we're only girls. What could we possibly do to help?"
"Yes, so sad we're only girls."
I approached the bed. Bri reached out her hands to tug my boxers down and off.
"I wonder if...maybe we could do something..."
"Nice for him? As a thank you?" said Stony.
Stony sat up and crawled forward beside Bri. Two shining happy faces. Four tits, two vanilla and two chocolate, before me like an ice cream sundae.
"I think we could try. Don't you?" Bri.
My cock went full mast with a pretty bead of wet on the dome.
"I do..I wonder if..what if...No, it's a crazy idea."
"No, go on." Bri.
"Well," said Stony hesitantly, what if we like... swapped positions...?"
"You mean him right here, seated on the edge of the bed?" Bri.
"I do. Right here and we got..."
"Down there? Down where his feet are?"
"Yes, but we'd have to get..."
"On our knees." Briana licked her lips as she said it.
"Like good little girls." Stony reached out to rub my chest, graze my nipples.
"Yes, our knees..."
"Right there..."
"And we expressed..." Their arms were around each other's waist.
"Our appreciation. But he'd have to..."
"Spread his legs wide..." Bri mumbled it out while she kissed Stony's mouth.
"So we had enough room..."
"Enough room for what?"
"To suck his cock, silly!" said Stony.
"..suck his cock together." Briana agreed.
Finally I had to speak or die. "Stop it, you're killing me."
We scrambled to our new positions. I was able to spread my legs plenty wide to fit two beautiful women. And they were good as their word. Taking turns sucking my bloated balls and sucking my hickory-dickory-dock-cock, swapping it up, touching each other's tits and pussies and asses while they blew me together. Each girls mouth scented with the other's pussy, each careful lipstick ruined by the other's cunt. I didn't care a damn about lasting. It made me last. I could watch their mouths at work, two pretty pink tongues reaching for gentle licks of fat red cock, so different and so much the same. I could watch tender fingers on a rock-hard nipple. So different and so lovely.
I needed to be fair, fair to each girl, let each get in plenty of suck. They did.
I rocketed cum over two gorgeous upturned faces, each missile splashing down on a field of soft pretty skin. Two landing fields covered in crazy-quilt patterns of thick white juice. Modern art. I treated the girls equitably, they were content. They were laughing and kissing and licking and swallowing. They played treasure hunt to find drops they'd missed. The girls were thorough, faces, chins, lips, necks and tits clean. They fell to the floor laughing hysterically. I fell back on the bed. It was beautiful.
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Back in the living room, all three of us in pretty robes Briana owned, the girls looking wonderful, me looking like a goose, we caught the very end of Pharaoh. Pharaoh's selection turned out to be the blonde girl Stony liked, which made her smile. Bri turned off the TV with no further comment.
We were eating popcorn and drinking water. Hydrating. I wondered if we'd go back inside.
All of a sudden Bri says, "I don't get it Stony. Why won't you let Jeff fuck you?"
Stony sits back, shocked by the absurd directness of the question. Briana is a little different than the average girl. Stony stumbles out with, "Well...aah...I think it should be for my husband, right?"
"Maybe," Bri says. I'm almost as uncomfortable as Stony.
"Plus, you know, my Certificate? Virginity Cert? Right?"
"Nah, not that. We can fix that."
Briana explains to Stony how Dr. Cortez can fix her up if she, Briana, makes the call.
"But, goodness. He would? People do that?"
Bri says, "Well, uppers do. Cortez would. He likes me, and I'm married to Draymond, so..."
Stony's face is changing, but she's still unsure.
"Just be prepared to have your tits manhandled, you'll get the Cert." Bri smiles at her.
"But even...I...suppose I did, won't my husband...you know...no blood..my hymen?"
"Honey, hymens come and go. You ever ride a horse?"
"Yeah, in high school we had..."
"Well, that's where yours went dearie. For all we know it really did go then. Didn't your Mom ever explain these things?"
"Umm...I guess not...she's kind of old-fashioned and gets embarrassed talking about sex or girl's bodies or whatever. Just told me to be respectful and submissive to men."
"Hmmm. Well, respect to your Mom, but it might be time to take a walk in the real world."
