I woke up at eleven in the morning on Saturday, showered and dressed and then headed for the Village Inn for breakfast. Over French toast and bacon I tried to think of things I could do with two dates on a Saturday night. I decided that the teen club would be the way to go.
I called Carol and made arrangements to pick her up at four and then I had a thought and asked:
"Should I pick Becky up first and then come get you? You know; the bad influence thing. Should we not take the chance of them seeing you in the car?"
"Her parents are out of town for the weekend which is why we will be ending the night at Becky's. You get to save on motel costs. And next weekend my folks will be gone from Friday until Monday so you save even more. Face it Bobby; you have died and gone to Heaven."
I picked Carol and five minutes later I had Becky in the car and as she got in the back she said:
"I'd have you pick me up first tomorrow so I could sit in front, but if we work it right you won't be picking either one of us up tomorrow."
"Way to go slut" Carol said, "Give up the game plan. Now you have given him time to think up a way to avoid things."
"Yeah. Right. As if. You going to try to get out of twenty-four hours of pussy Bobby?"
"Gee girls; I don't know. I'll have to give that some thought. I think better on a full stomach so how about Angelina's?"
It was fun being with those two. Just listening to them talk to each other and insult each other was a riot. When dinner was over I told the girls that I had reached a decision on Becky's earlier question and I saw disbelief appear on their faces when I said:
"I don't think I can go along with the twenty-four hours of sex idea."
Smiles appeared when I said, "The best I can offer you is about seventeen hours. From here we are going to the teen club where I'm going to make myself look like some sort of stud by having the both of you on my arm. Then we can go play."
"Works for me" Becky said.
"If that's the best I can get I guess I'll just have to settle for it" Carol said.
The last thing I did before we left Angelina's was ask the two of them if they had a problem with what I was going to do at the teen club.
"Just what are you panning on doing" Carol asked.
"Play the role of stud. Let everyone see that I'm with the both of you. Not just driving you around, but WITH you if you get my meaning. I'm going to hog all of your time and dance with both of you at the same time and if someone else comes up and asks for a dance with you I'm going to say no and then say something along the lines of "Sorry, but I don't share." Is that going to be a problem with you?"
"I'm okay with it" Becky said and Carol said, "Me too."
We were a little early and the band was just setting up when we got there. We got a table close to the dance floor and as other people that we knew arrived tables got pushed together and we ended up with a group of twelve of us and wouldn't you just know that Phil Reed was one of them.
He kept giving me strange looks and it occurred to me that he (and two other guys at the table) had played in all three of the ball sports. Could he (and they) have been in on the gangbangs that Becky and Carol had taken part in?
I did what I said I was going to do and danced with both of them singularly and together in a group hug like arrangement. Twice when guys came up and asked Carol or Becky to dance the girls asked me if I would mind and I said:
"I don't think so. I'm feeling like a pig tonight and I'm going to keep you both to myself."
About two hours into the evening I had to go to the john and Phil came in just behind me.
"Damn it Marchant! Just what the fuck is going on? I've known you for fucking ever and you could barely buy a date most of the way through high school, but since then you have been running with the cream of the crop. What is your fucking secret?"
"I keep telling you Phil. One day I woke up and had this aura around me that girls can see and it attracts them to me. I'm just praying that I don't wake up one morning and find that it has gone."
"You are so full of shit. You would think that as long as we have known each other you would help out a bud."
I almost laughed at that one. If we were such good buddies where was my invite to the gangbangs that Carol had told me about?
"Honest to God Phil" I said lying through my teeth, "I've no idea why I'm suddenly so popular, but you can bet your ass that I'm going to be taking advantage of it for as long as I can."
I left him there shaking his head and watching his pee stream into the urinal.
When I got back to the table Becky said in a low voice (but just loud enough to be heard by those sitting by us):
"You need to get us out of here Bobby if we are going to have enough time to do all the things that Carol and I plan on doing to you before we have to leave for school tomorrow."
"Your wish is my command lovely lady" and we got up, said our goodbyes and left.
Once in the car I had to ask. "Honestly you guys; why are you doing this? Why are the two of you here with me?"
"Honestly?" Carol said. "You are the only guy I know who eats pussy and is good at it. In addition you are the only guy who has made it a point to see that I get mine. You don't get yourself off and then pull out and say:
"Okay. We're done. Want to go for coffee or something?"
"Plus you are a nice guy and I think we may have something if we work on it."
Becky said, "Carol told me that she told you why I went along on that first night, but after being with you that first night I pretty much feel the same as she does. Plus I like your attitude and mind set. Not too many guys our age around who could handle what the three of us are doing or what the two of us have done. You have no idea how many guys want to date us just because they think we are easy pieces, but won't have a relationship with us because as far as they are concerned all we are is a couple of gangbang sluts.
"I make no bones about it. I like to fuck. I like to fuck a lot. So do most guys, but they seem to think that is all right for them, but if a girl does it she has no value. Lastly, if my skanky cousin wants you there must be something good there and I'd rather have it than let her get it."
"Back off bitch. I saw him first and you wouldn't even know about him if I hadn't told you."
"Don't matter. I'm going to marry him and if you behave I might, just might, let you borrow him every once in a while."
"You wouldn't do that to me would you Bobby? I did put in first dibs right? At the Comfort Inn and again at Uncle Archie's party I was first in line right?"
"You keep putting all this pressure on me and I might not be able to perform tonight."
"Oh God, we don't want that" Becky said.
"Okay. No more" Carol said. "At least not until we get back up to school and I can take my time kicking your slutty ass."
"As if! Fuck with me cum dump and I'll let the air out of your tits."
It went on like that until we got to Becky's place and then things got strenuous for me. It was a totally new experience for me. Carol and Becky didn't just suck and fuck. Their "Cum dump," "Slutty skag" insults at each other carried over into our playing on the bed. They kept trying to outdo each other, show each other up.
For example; I was eating Becky and Carol was sucking my cock. Carol took her mouth off me long enough to say, "You liking this? Like having your meat munched on?" and then she went back to sucking. I took my mouth off Becky's beaver long enough to say, "I love the way you suck my cock. You are so damn good at it" and I went back to work on Becky. I got Becky off and we switched around and Becky went down on me while I munched on Carol. Becky gave me a couple of sucks and then she said:
"You thought the skank was good? Ha! She can't do this!"
And then she deep throated me. Every female that I had ever been with had sucked my cock, but not one of them had ever taken it down to the root. Becky took it down until her nose was buried in my pubic hair and then she stayed there and I felt her throat pulsing around me.
They had contests. See who could get me off the quickest. See who could get me up the fastest. It was a damned good thing that they were up at Western during the week and couldn't get to me. If I had them around seven days a week they would have put me into an early grave.
