He walked with them, one girl each side, his arm around their waists and his penis pointing the way up to the house and the kitchen. He made tea, he put out biscuits and sat with them, his penis now lolling.
"When you have finished your tea," they had been telling him about schoolwork and other things, "where would you like to be sucked?"
Miriam looked down at her shorts, where her thighs met and there was a very clear mound. She parted her legs.
"Yes, I know between your legs, Miriam. I meant on my bed or out in the garden -- or on the kitchen worktop if you like. I'd certainly like to have you both sitting up there one day and me, well, having sexual intercourse with you both as you sit there."
"Now, Mr Snow?" They were both watching his penis swinging around and rising.
"I think I'd better have a little nibble of you both before perhaps later. A main course indeed! So where would you like to be nibbled -- here, my bedroom, the garden?"
The girls liked the idea of the summerhouse. It was a lovely day. Silly to be stuck inside.
"Shall we undress, Mr Snow."
"No, I'll do that." A pleasing sexual activity, undressing girls and women.
Just so good to have permission to do that. Lifting tee shirts up over their heads leaving them in brassieres and shorts; undoing brassieres, undoing buttons and pulling down zips to shorts; slipping warm brassieres from arms exposing large and small breasts; lowering shorts and undoing sandals; would the girls find it a bit too odd if he was to suck their pretty little toes? And then girls in just knickers. Those lovely feminine bulges where men have very much larger bulges. Such pretty mounds and both made the more prominent by springy pubic hair. Miriam with her dark triangle and Julie with her fair one. Luscious growth betraying their maturity. They were not girls anymore.
Stephen knelt before them, eyes level with their knickers. Well he remembered Julie's white pair with little yellow bananas upon them in a regular pattern looking like little erect yellow cocks all over her knickers. When Julie had been wearing them, Miriam had been knickerless. This time she was wearing a pair -- white cotton and covered with strawberries in red with green calyxes whilst Julie's were lilac with purple plums all over them. Plums singly and in pairs which to Stephen again had more than a hint of eroticism about them. The single plums reminiscent of the swollen bulb of a penis head, the pairs of plums, especially with one plum hanging lower than the other, terribly reminiscent of a pair of testes! Did Julie really choose rather suggestive underwear? Might she have lacier things tucked in her knicker drawer -- hidden at the back?
Knickers need to be lowered. And as he lowered them, he buried his face in soft, warm and delightful bushes. A little bit of tongue extending, but he would go further between their legs once they reached the summerhouse. Standing, he placed the knickers on the work top and took off his shirt. He turned back; all was ready now for them to walk back into the garden. They were suitably undressed for a frolic. What a wonder to be standing there with his penis upright naked with a pair of equally naked young eighteen-year-olds. All the better, when as one they bent their heads and licked either side of his knob. The sight of it as good as the feeling. Him staring at Julie and Miriam with their tongues extended so close to his, OK, fifty-seven-year-old cock, but by their own estimation and measurement it was a big erection with its knob so oversailing the shaft and his balls dangling hairy and low. It curved up to their mouths. What a photograph it would be. Not necessarily enough to discern the identity of the particular girls. Just two mouths and a cock.
Crikey! Their lips were now touching as they took a half knob in between them. Again, what a photograph, even better perhaps if he was ejaculating and his stuff appearing. Perhaps another time he might set up a camera. Would the girls be 'on' for a photo session? Would they be excited by the idea or worried photographs might get into the wrong hands? Stephen allowed the nibbling at his penis to go on for a bit longer and then reached out and took the girls' hands and they walked out together into the garden, one girl either side of him and his arms around their waists. He had walked like that into the kitchen for tea and biscuits, and now his penis was again pointing the way back out and across the garden to the summerhouse.
What would Julie's mother have thought had she seen the three of them? What indeed would Nick and Callum have thought? What would Julie and Miriam's fathers have thought. Angry, outraged, shocked or would lust for the other man's daughter rather taken hold. Their eyes taking in the girl who was not their daughter's charms. Penises that had been the cause of their daughters, rising at the sight of the other girl. Penises that would very much like the opportunity to inseminate, perhaps hands opening and closing at the thought of grappling with all that fresh young girl flesh.
Stephen's hands were opening and closing as he walked with the girls but unlike Julie's father who might well dream of grasping Miriam's flesh or Miriam's father might fantasise of holding Julie's, Stephen could. His fingers rested on their hip bones, feeling them beneath his hands, he could move higher and hold their stomachs or let his hands slip down and hold soft, rounded bottom cheeks. Like any young lad his hands wandered over the girls and like any young lad touching a girl he was strongly erect.
His erection moved from side to side as he followed the two girls up the brick steps to the little raised area to the front of the old wooden summerhouse. They stood together for a moment looking out over the lawn, Stephen's hard cock pressed against the warm wood of the railing that prevented anyone stepping too far and falling down to the lawn. He looked, and the girls too were pressing themselves against the railing. Their hair covered mounds pushed against the warm wood.
"Mr Snow, would you come in my mouth... later."
"Yes, Miriam, I could but what about Julie?"
"I don't mind. I had Nick first."
"That's the advantage of being with Nick and Callum, rather than me. Two cocks!"
"But Callum didn't suck us. You said he had to do that first, Mr Snow."
"I expect he's thinking about it." Stephen thought Nick and Callum probably thought rather a lot about Julie and Miriam. Thought a great deal about them and sucking and things!
"You're going to aren't you, Mr Snow."
"Why don't you both go and lie down in the summerhouse and make yourselves ready."
For a few moments Stephen Snow stood naked and alone with his erection pressed against warm wood. Warm 'wood' against warm wood indeed! In prospect, two delicious girls lying on the benches in the summer house, legs open, furry and wet places ready to be nibbled. His cock felt so full, he felt so aroused and alive. How long might these delightful visits by these two young girls go on? He was under no illusion it could not be long. The summer would end, and it would be too cold to be outside and the girls would, in any case, be off at university and unlikely anything would resume at the Christmas break. The next summer or even perhaps late summer that year, he would be standing there looking out at his lawn, no doubt as naked and very possibly as erect, but with memories rather than the imminent prospect of going down on Julie and Miriam. He smiled -- but for the moment, behind him in the summerhouse were two naked and aroused girls awaiting his ministrations. It was not good to keep a lady waiting -- certainly not two. Stephen swung around and walked into the shade and cool of the summerhouse.
It was as he had anticipated. Two girls lying there on the benches waiting with wet pussies for his tongue. His penis would come later. Dark and cool after the bright light of the garden. His eyes could make out the girls, just. Stephen bent his head, first one way and then the other, to suckle on young titties, pulling at their nipples with lips and teeth. He was sort of hoping he might feel lips on his knob, he certainly angled his penis towards their heads each time. No milk from the young breasts of course, no fertile semen had yet penetrated their young wombs, there were not babies waiting in shaded prams outside. But, of course, if the young ladies were to suck upon his rather large 'teat' rather too much then his 'milk' would most certainly spray out into their mouths. Indeed, Miriam had asked that he come in her mouth later. He hoped to oblige.
Stephen lowered himself to his knees at the end of Miriam's bench and leant forward. There is something about the softness of feminine thighs. Good to feel against cheeks and against lips. Stephen knew to tease. Knew rather than rushing in and planting his face in soft wetness, he needed to take things slowly. Anticipation such an important part of sex. It excited him to put off the first taste and, lazily, stroke his lips and tongue against inner girl thigh flesh. Between his splayed legs his penis remained firm.
He got very close, knowing Miriam could feel his breath. He could certainly smell her arousal! But he felt it was Julie's turn. Such an irritated or disappointed sigh from Miriam as Stephen got to his feet and crossed the summerhouse to where Julie was lying on her bench to repeat his actions on the other girl. But with Julie his tongue strayed further beyond the warm softness of her inner thighs, his tongue touched reached her most intimate curls, those upon her protective outer lips, and then he was delving to where her inner lips curved around that so interesting cavity, that enticing tunnel into her body. Such soft inner lips, delectable and as if swimming in a hot soup. Stephen tasted, Stephen sipped, Stephen drank and then he poked his tongue into the girl. He had her squirming and moaning.
Only fair to move to Miriam and repeat. When he crossed the summerhouse once more, bare feet on the dusty ground -- indeed, bare everything and cock still rigid -- he found Miriam's fingers playing in her sex. Good to suck on them, three fingers wet from her, sucking them into his mouth and tickling them with his tongue and feeling them respond and stroke his tongue. Back down between her thighs his attention moved to her hard, smooth button. Lips pulling, tongue stroking softly and then rasping, Stephen stimulating the organ into -- yes -- orgasm. Lovely, gasping girl sounds as Miriam arched her back pushing her sex at Stephen's face. Success!
One down and, luckily, only one more. He was not at all sure his now rather aching tongue could have serviced any more than just Julie. But down he went, his tongue straight into her vagina, a wriggling before a slow -- so slow -- extraction and then a move upwards. An almost imperceptible movement -- though he was sure the touch was anything but that to Julie. A tongue tip wriggling on where he thought her pee hole would be. An urethral stimulation, one he hoped would be repeated upon himself -- later.
Didn't young girls get wet! Julie just as 'soupy' as Miriam. Though that was not to say older women could not get as wet, just more difficult, a certain tendency to be drier and maybe needing extra artificial lubrication. Despite having Julie's clitoris between his lips, he thought of her mother, Julie's well bosomed mother. Did Julie's father's poking around cause her to be as wet or did they have a bottle of some special lubrication to hand in the bedroom? Wouldn't he like to find out! Not necessarily the full thing, perhaps just a little fooling around in the cool of the summer house. His hand up her dress inside her knickers, hopefully becoming very damp knickers, her hand perhaps around his organ -- maybe getting her hand very wet later.
