This is a continuation of another story, entitled "Our New Friend". You could read that one first, but if you're anxious to get on with the fun, then there's nothing wrong with just diving right in - our protagonists are certainly going to ...
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Our bed isn't large. Though it's more or less as large as it could be, within the constraints of the room. Our bedroom isn't large either. Between the walls and the bed, there's only enough room for single-file access to the cupboards and the bedside cabinets. There's some disarray to be found, if one were looking, and further chaos can be discovered behind the cupboard doors and inside the drawers.
More about the contents of those drawers later on.
She's lying between us, still sleeping, her body long and naked. We're both curled around her, together our legs are tangled in the sheets. We each have an arm laid across her smooth back, and she's lying on her stomach, her breasts pressed against the cotton sheet.
I lie there, wondering whether or not I'm the only one of the three of us awake, and think of the evening we'd just spent together. Of Emma taking my come, swallowing every drop. Of the taste of her on our friend's lips and tongue when I kissed her after we both made Emma come together. I think of the sight, and the sensation, of my cock sliding into and out of her arse. So deep, and hot, and tight. Her naked bottom is only inches from my hand, but I don't move, even as my cock hardens against the bed at these new memories.
The morning light brightens behind the still closed curtains, and I hear the birds beginning to sing their morning reveries at the rising sun. Yesterday had been warm, and today promises to be warmer still. Without wanting to wake either of the two beautiful women sleeping beside me, I start to imagine what we might do together today. Emma and I had both promised to bring our friend the intense pleasures that we had each enjoyed last night. And so I begin to construct detailed fantasies as I lie there, my hard cock increasingly uncomfortable against the sheet, my foreskin slightly stretched since I dare not move to release it.
Perhaps we'll, all three of us, fuck in the bed as soon as we're awake. Maybe Emma will wake soon, rolling and stretching, before moving her hand down our friend's body, between the cheeks of her arse. She'll reach around, dip a finger into her, reach another still further around, and our friend will slowly wake to the twin sensations of a finger sliding into and out of her, with another moving in circles over her clit. I'll trace kisses down beside her breast, and along her waist, and pull her knee upward. Now there'll be enough room to fit some licks and kisses right inside her thigh. It will definitely be possible to get my tongue close enough to her pussy for a taste.
Oh, that taste.
Maybe we'll fuck in the shower? Emma likes a shower in the morning, and though, like our bed, it's not very big, I feel sure we could fit inside it if we got close enough. With the soap and the hot water running over our bodies, I think I'd try to get my cock into her while Emma kissed her. It would have to be from behind, she'd push her arse towards me, and I'd fuck her while I played with her breasts, and while Emma kissed her.
My cock is getting ridiculously hard.
Maybe over breakfast? Emma naked, but for an apron. She'll be cooking some eggs perhaps. Our friend will be sitting on the kitchen table, legs wide apart, while I'll take turns fucking her, licking her clit, and - since it's my morning fantasies and I can therefore have anything I want - fucking her arse too. She'd said she was a little sore last night, so anal sex is probably out this morning. But during my imaginary breakfast fuck, it's a three-step sequence. Bend down, lick clit. Stand up; Fuck pussy. Fuck arse. Bend down; Lick clit. Stand up; Fuck pussy. Fuck arse.
God. It's too much. I have to move. I just lift my hips a little, to free my cock, allowing it more room. Emma stirs, but does not wake. Between us our friend continues to sleep soundly, silently. I carefully lift the covers to take another look at the length of her naked body. As though I hadn't seen enough of it last night - it's still a glorious sight; With Emma lying naked next to her, her arm still draped across her back. One of Emma's lovely breasts is visible, her nipple soft and round.
Maybe we'll fuck in the lounge again? Where-ever we do, and we must, because our friend hasn't come yet, and we therefore have a job yet unfinished to complete, it will be hopefully only the first of many. The second of many. Unless the first, last night, was only half. I think to myself, maybe it's only a complete fuck once everyone has come, at least once. I certainly don't deserve any more orgasms this morning, having come twice last night, but I doubt I'll be able to help it.
I won't be able to last long inside either of their pussies. Sometimes I prefer to imagine using the word 'cunt' to describe that wonderful palace between their legs, lips and hole and clit, delicious and compelling. But Emma doesn't like the word, she says it's too hard and nasty, which of course is one of the reasons I like it. I won't be able to last long inside either of their cunts, I repeat to myself, moving from detailed fantasies of fucking, to abstract words, turning them over in my mind.
Cock, cunt, arse, pussy, clit, fuck-hole, come, twat, fuck, fuck, arse fuck....
There's a sound. Emma wakes. She doesn't move much, she just opens her eyes and smiles at me. The words are still rotating in my head, but I allow them to slow, and stop.
Cunt, arse, pussy, clit...
I smile back at her, and think to myself that if Emma's awake, we should spend some time lying here, and stroking our new friend's lovely smooth back together. Which of my imagined morning scenarios might come true, remains to be seen. Perhaps none. Maybe all. In any case, I begin to run the palm of my hand gently over the bumps and hollows of her spine, while looking into Emma's lovely eyes. Emma follows my lead, moving her hand in a figure-eight. Twin circles over her upper back.
This is our morning routine, touching each other before we get out of bed, sometimes fucking, sometimes not. Enjoying each other's bodies, and the love we share. This time, there's a beautiful woman lying naked between us, but it's the same easy and erotic moments, the same touching, the same love. The same sex. But with three, instead of two.
And then, with a sigh, our friend wakes too.
"Morning lovelies," she says, her head still lying on the pillow, facing away from me and towards Emma. "This is a fucking lovely way to wake up."
Emma and I smile again at each other, over our friend's naked body.
"I hope you don't mind if I just lie here for a little while, and enjoy this?" our friend asks.
"Of course not darling," Emma says. She kisses her gently on the forehead. "You can do whatever you like." She continues moving her hand over the firm flesh of her back, still drawing the figure eight. My hand moves down to her bottom, and stroke it with my fingertips, earning a small wiggle, and a quiet moan.
"Mmm... Yes please..."
