I looked across at the large red numerals on the bedside clock, two thirty, I was trying so hard to get back to sleep but the dull pain in my right buttock was nagging at me and my back was tense.....it wasn't my own bedside clock by the way, I was on a spare couch in the master bedroom of my good neighbour Bill and his wife Pamela.
SSNNNHHHAAAGGGGGHHHHHH.....
Oh yes and Bill was doing his water buffalo impression in the king-size bed, how the hell Pamela slept through that I'll never know, what was I doing in their bedroom anyway, I'm sure you must be wondering?
I'd had an unfortunate coming together with the prongs of a rusty old garden rake as Bill, Pamela and myself had been.....cumming together.....yes, it seemed I was living next door to a couple of swingers and only recently realised it.....we'd had wild steamy sex in their old garden shed only a few hours earlier.
THEY WANT TO KNOW MORE NOW, SO GET ON WITH IT.
OKAY.....OKAY.
Bill and Pamela Jones were my long term neighbours, they were a very uninhibited couple and I had recently discovered they'd been wanting to draw me into a sexual threesome for ages.
YES I KNOW IT SOUNDS UNLIKELY FOR A BORING OLD FART LIKE ME!
The facts are, Bill was a randy old goat, Pamela was gorgeous and highly sexed, their daughter Julie was eighteen and liked to tease us all by flaunting her knockout body and my own daughter Cathy was equally hot and starting to do the same, only she had blonde hair whereas Julie is chestnut, the girls were great friends in every sense of the word as Bill and I had witnessed with a spy camera, so you see I was surrounded by all these lovely females, I'm only human and I've always had an eye for the ladies.
WANKER!
I'M JUST TRYING TO EXPLAIN.
YOU'VE ALWAYS BEEN A WANKER!
I KNOW....!
Yes it's true, I admit it, I have a weakness for masturbation, I've always been the same I suppose, just like Bill, we sometimes even play around together, I had recently started writing erotic stories as a pastime and when he found out about it.....well let's just say things moved on pretty fast from there.
YOU CAN SAY THAT AGAIN!
At first it was just me and him, wanking off with porn mags, I'd done that since my teen years and so had Bill, he had a stack of magazines and he loaned me some of them, one thing led to another and we soon started comparing our favourite models, it seemed our tastes were pretty similar in many ways, we both preferred good looking women over the old slappers found in poor quality magazines and once we started talking openly about them and got over the initial reluctance to admit to our habit, we started to enjoy the naked girlies together, it was very liberating, talking to someone else instead of hiding away in solitude all the time.
SHOULD HAVE STAYED IN THE CLOSET MATE.
SHUT UP, IT WAS MY CHOICE AND I MADE IT.
Anyway, I think it was Bill who first admitted to having an erection one particular afternoon when he showed me his most recent copy of Hustler, after a long pause I confessed to the same condition and soon we were touching ourselves through our clothing, to cool things down I popped to the kitchen for some drinks and when I got back there was Bill with his trousers down and his erection in his hand, one thing led to another and soon we both had our cocks out.
DISGUSTING!
The second time we did it we held each other's cocks as we ejaculated, it really enhances the feeling, I know some of you will think that's crossing the line but let me tell you, a warm hand at the right moment can be magic, close your eyes and it doesn't really matter if the hand is male or female, give it a try some time.
GAY BOY!
NO I'M NOT.....PISS OFF.....THIS IS MY STORY ANYWAY.
Soon we got all pervy about our daughters, both eighteen, both gorgeous, both a bit lesbian, spying on them with a camera was an amazing experience and then we reached the point where Bill's wife got involved, she was turned on by my sexy writing when she stumbled across it and next thing you know she's wanking her husband and me at the same time in my study, she let me come all over her lovely tits right in front of Bill; a few days later we're having this spunky threesome in the garden shed, unfortunately I was injured and after cleaning up my wound and giving me a memorable bath with Bill looking on of course, Pamela insisted that I stay where she could keep an eye on my condition, which explains how I was sleeping in their bedroom overnight.
PHEW.....GOT THERE!
A LIKELY STORY!
IT'S TRUE!
Of course there was Cathy to think about as well, she couldn't just be left behind to fend for herself at home, so she was bunking in with Julie.
MMMMHH, HOW CONVENIENT....!
YES IT WAS ACTUALLY.....BUT NO CAMERA AVAILABLE IN THAT ROOM.....SADLY.
SSNNHHHAAAARRRGGHHHHHH.....
So there I was, unable to get back to sleep, with Bill snoring his head off only a few feet away and as if that wasn't bad enough, I'd just heard a rumble of thunder in the distance, it was a warm summer night with storms around in the south of the country, the thunder sounded some distance away and it didn't bother me very much, but I'd heard Bill's story about his daughter's fear of storms and I have to admit I was curious about what might happen.
DIRTY GIT, YOU'RE HOPING JULIE HOPS INTO BED WITH THEM AREN'T YOU, LIKE BILL DESCRIBED, GOT ALL WORKED UP OVER THAT ONE DIDN'T YOU?
I admit I had found Bill's description of the scenario very arousing and had already decided to use the idea in a story, I keep coming up with new ideas all the time, my fertile mind seems awash with sexy situations and naughty characters, I really enjoy concocting the stories, working out the details in my mind.....
STEADY.....WIND IT DOWN A BIT.....DO YOU WANT TO SLEEP OR TELL A STORY?
I'M NOT SURE.
SSSSSHHHHH.....JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES AND DRIFT OFF.....
OKAY.
BBEERRRLLLAAMMMMMMM.....
The clap of thunder was much closer and a lot louder, even taking me by surprise, I rolled over carefully with my bum being so sore, I was facing the door and it was slightly open, some light leaked through from the landing, they always leave a lamp on out there for safety at night, a few moments later I heard voices.
"Julie, come back to bed."
There was whispering and movement in the doorway.
"Julie.....Julie.....you can't go in there and leave me alone."
"Come in with me then."
"How can I, we can't all sleep together!"
"Yes we can, mum and dad won't mind and the bed is massive."
The two teenage girls were at the open door, Julie sounding sleepy, Cathy sounding worried, I stayed very still and very quiet, waiting to see what they would do next.
BBLLAAMAAMMMMMMMMMM.....
"Come on Cath, I'm scared, I need a cuddle, honestly it will be okay, I always get in with them when it's like this, come on."
The girls pushed the door open wide and there was enough light to see that Julie was wearing a cute little vest and pants combination in white with some kind of big pattern, Cathy was in an old baby doll favourite of hers.....
AND YOURS.....GO ON, ADMIT IT!
Cathy's nightie was pink, gauzy and see through, very old fashioned but sexy as hell, the top and bottom edges were hemmed with black ruffles, it came down to her hips and just about covered her knickers, I assumed she was wearing pants but couldn't actually see any in the shadows.
"Please Cathy, I really need to lie down."
"Okay then, just remember what we agreed."
WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN?
Holding hands, the girls crept past me to the big bed and I tried to calm my breathing, it felt like my heart was rapping out a tattoo in my chest, I risked a little look over my shoulder as they stood together at the foot of the big bed pondering how to manage the next step, a flash of lightning illuminated them in blue white light.
SSSNNNAHHHGGGGHHHHHH.....
