An Interesting Threeway

An Interesting 3 way

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Nikkie Janes 2023

As I looked down at the two heads pressed between my legs, mouths fighting for dominance, trying to suck my dick, tongues playing with each other, but at the same time fighting for control and lashing over my cock, I mused what could be more exciting and erotic for a man than to be tag teamed by two very sexy women?

I suppose high on that list would be if the women were sisters.

More erotic, how about twins?

A sigh escaped my lips as the older of the two women, who were ministering to my every desire, gained dominance and sucked me deep into her mouth, making her younger companion moan with frustration.

More erotic than that? Well, how about being tag teamed by a mother-and-daughter combo?

One very hot and very depraved but very sexy mother-and-daughter combo. That was my lucky experience today. The two women were happy to do anything I wanted, and probably even more than I could think of, and I could think of plenty of things. This pair was hot and completely uninhibited.

I had had the lucky chance to bump into them, quite literally, at the Gay Pride Festival in Manchester. I'm not gay, but I have no hang-ups about that particular lifestyle. As I like to say, 'As a straight man, the more gays there are, the less competition for the girls there is for me.' No, being serious, I have a great respect for all in the LGBT scene. I'm straight, but others take a different path; that's not for me to judge. I have my own take on life, desires, and, some may say, perversions.

For years now I have been attending the Pride march through Manchester and supporting the events held there, if only for the exuberance, energy and sheer joy they bring to the city and its environs. The whole atmosphere was happy, relaxed and joyous. I was just along for the groove, mellow, chillin'. Happy to go along with everyone else's happy vibe. I had no intention of hooking up with anyone, so I suppose that makes what happened even more erotic. I didn't even think that was on the cards, given the event I was at.

I'd been enjoying the parade when I bumped hard into the person next to me, spilling their drink. Before I could apologise and offer to replace it ,a tall, strong and confident woman rounded on me saying, "Watch what the fuck you're doing you fuckin' moron." Only someone from Manchester could know the emphasis and meaning in her words and the tone in which they were issued.

"Hey be cool, sorry, somebody just barged into me, so I got knocked against you. Look, I'm sorry," I said, not wanting a confrontation; nor to break the happy mood I was in.

The woman who was about five feet eight against my six foot stood back and appraised me, making no secret of her examination, then said, "Okay, sorry, my mistake. I'm just tense." Then she gave out the most sexy and enticing laugh I had ever heard.

"Friends?" I asked.

"No, but a cease fire," she laughed again. Immediately I was entranced and captivated.

This time it was my turn to appraise the woman in front of me; she seemed about thirty-five years old, with a strong, firm, fit and toned body, medium-sized boobs with a C cup if I was to guess. She sported the most shocking pink, long hair you could imagine. Long slim legs and a strong yet delicate face with ice-blue eyes. At once, I was captivated by her, not only by the obvious physical beauty of the woman but by the strength and confidence of her personality. I'm confident, but this woman was more than my equal.

"Hi, I'm Nic," I said.

"Fiona," she replied, smiling and holding my gaze, noting that I had run my eyes unashamedly over her body.

Silently we continued to appraise each other, both aware of what we were doing, neither backing off nor hiding our desire; a primal lust was in the air. We wanted to fuck. Hard.

"Look, I'm not normally that clumsy, can I get you a replacement drink? I was pushed, honestly."

"I know, I'm sorry I reacted that way. A beer would be fine, but a big one."

"I only do big ones," I replied, dropping effortlessly into the sexual banter that seemed natural from the off.

"Oh, you only do big ones do you. Does your big run to two?"

I looked at her non-pulsed for a second, when at just that moment, a smaller, slightly younger, but equally desirable and sexy version appeared. Looking at me with a challenge in her eyes, she said, "Who's this?" before kissing her obviously older sister on the lips.

"Nic. Do you want a drink as well?" I asked.

"Of course I do, if you're buying my mum a drink I want one as well."

Her mother? I was shocked; these two very sexy women couldn't be mother and daughter. There was no way that Fiona could have a daughter as old as the woman who was challenging me, and they were openly very much more than that. Even then, my cock was twitching, and having a mind of its own imagined the fun it could have with a mother-and-daughter pair. Okay, I'm a pervert, but isn't it every man's dream to be double-teamed by a pair of sexy women?

Reluctant to move away and lose contact with this couple of very hot women, I was caught in a quandary; how could I get them a drink? "Wait here," I instructed them.

"Not going anywhere, YET!" The younger one replied. A challenge? "And whatever you're getting I take a bigger one than my mum."

I returned a couple of minutes later with three pints of Boddingtons bitter and three shots of tequila, one a triple.

"Drinks ladies," I said, giving the daughter the triple shot. "Is this big enough?"

"It will do, but I'm a Salford girl, so as I'm sure you can guess I need more than one."

"Not where I'm concerned," I replied in an obvious challenge. "My dad was from Ordsal and Mum from Broughton, and I'm Salford born and bred." Mum was looking on, amused at the byplay. The obvious challenges which were flowing from each of us.

I turned to her and said, "I'm sorry Fiona, I don't know the brat's name."

A laugh came from Fiona, at the same time as a splutter and gasp from her daughter, "Sorry, this is Becky, my first and very dear and intimate daughter. Although I admit she can be a brat at times. But I love her, dearly."

"Well that's obvious, and she seems to love you as well."

Becky spluttered again at her mother agreeing with my description of her as a brat.

I took my time to appraise both women again, openly looking at them. The meaning in my look obvious and meant to be. The only discernible difference between the two was Becky's hair was short and coloured a vibrant blue. Her figure matched that of her mothers, but on closer observation, was a little softer and not as mature. I was still not convinced that they weren't sisters.

"Becky, get the drinks in, and don't go spiking them like you did last year. That little blonde was no good for anything after you did."

"Aww, that's no fun."

"Becky! Do as you're told, three pints and three tequilas, and Nic's paying. His first round, the last one was because he spilled my drink."

Impressed by Fiona's attitude, I handed over £30, and Becky disappeared to get the drinks.

"You want to fuck her, don't you?"

I stared open-mouthed at such a statement from a mother about her daughter.

"And me as well, you just can't make up your mind which of us you fancy the most can you?"

"Am I that obvious?" A raised eyebrow was my answer. "Okay, if we're being that blunt, then yes, I'd love to fuck either of you, or both, but it would be making love, not fucking."

"Bollocks, be honest you want to fuck us."

"Okay, yes I do."

"Good, honesty is always the best bet, as they say, but good luck with your intentions, with Becky that is. Becks is gay, but I'm bi. Becky has always been into girls, but will go with a man very occasionally. I think she's been with four in her life, girls you could times that by five, at least. That's something her dad, and my husband can't seem to get his head around, her being gay. Me, I've always been bi and he knew that when we met, so he can't complain can he? But he seems to blame me for corrupting Becky."

"Did you? Corrupt her I mean."

"Not really, more the other way around, but it's a long story."

By this time, Becky had arrived back with the drinks, which we soon finished, Becky again being consigned to the role of waitress to get more refills. God, these girls were right; they could drink. I was feeling the pace they were setting, and I can hold my booze.

"So why are you both here, Becky on the pull, or are both of you?"

"It's our weekend together, I get a chance to play with a girl..."

"You mean Becky."

"Not always, but sometimes. Harry doesn't know about us having had sex together, but for some reason he seems to think I will keep Becky in check. He knows he has no chance of stopping me playing this weekend, as long as it's only with women."

"Well, that lets me out then, with both of you."

"I didn't take you for such an easy quitter, so not really. What he doesn't know about won't hurt him, will it? And Becky won't grass on me. Who knows, you might get lucky, or even very lucky."

"Aren't you taking a risk? Admitting to me that you've had sex with your daughter?"

Fiona looked at me quizzically before answering. "No, not really, I mean we're not likely to see you again after this afternoon, and anyway it would be your word against ours, wouldn't it?" She had me there, but I was still impressed by her frankness, and although she was clearly still married, that didn't seem to be putting her off flirting with me, and I didn't think she would do that without some hint of wanting things to go further. And what was that about her comment of me getting lucky, or even very lucky?

Yet another round of drinks appeared and were demolished with alacrity. By now, the main parade was running down, and people were heading to the bars in the gay village. The party was about to start, if it hadn't already.

"Mum, stop fucking about, I'm horny, I want sex. What are we doing about getting some sex tonight?"

Fiona seemed to ponder this while she necked her drink, "Nic, do you want to fuck a mother and daughter together? Now's probably your one and only chance."

This time it was my turn to splutter!

Did I want to? Yes, oh yes. Either one on their own would be more than acceptable, as a pair, more than agreeable, as a mother and daughter pair; what more could a man ask for? A twin sister thrown in as well maybe? But that would be too much to hope for, and it was.

"What do you think?"

Fiona gave off a deep-throated laugh that tantalised and promised so much.

"Mum!" wailed Becky, "You know I'm not into men, I want a nice pussy to lick."

"Well you've got mine and I want to suck on a nice dick as well as eat your tasty little minge."

"I'm not into men and you know it."

"You can be if you want, and you know it. I know you're gay but a change is good for you. Get a real cock inside you instead of all those plastic ones. Come on, let's have some fun."

"You said it would be just us two."

"No I said..."

"Mum, are you bloody sure? I mean Nic looks okay, but... oh fuck it, yeah let's do it."

"Becks, I know we won't regret it."

"Looks like your lucky day Nic. Now there's a few friends we have to catch up with, so you can tag along, then it's party time, or you can fuck off now," Becky said.

"Nic, don't let us down. When Becky and I party we party hard, you're lucky don't blow your chance."

Fiona's words were a warning and a challenge; was I up to their expectations and standards. Fuck yes.

The next few hours were a whirl as we went from bar to bar and club to club around Canal Street and the Gay Village. Hitting all the well-known locations: Vanilla, if ever a place was misnamed, that was it. This is the most famous lesbian bar in the UK. The place was jumping with women and girls out to have a good time. I didn't feel ostracised for being a man in such a lesbian Mecca, more that I was ignored or occasionally looked on as a curiosity. Then we took in The Molly House, Satan's Hollow, which was filled with ear-shattering, pounding rock music, Oscars Bar, New York New York, and finally back to Vanilla. The girls meeting and greeting friends and obviously lovers singly or as a pair.

Everyone knew and accepted them, especially Becky. The fact they were mother and daughter immaterial, nor that they were so clearly lovers, made no difference. I was a mere bystander, caught up in their gravitational pull as we drifted from one bar or club to another; this was a gathering of like-minded people. There was no judgement, just simple acceptance.

Becky was dancing and smooching with a lot of girls. Her hands were roaming over their bodies, and none of them seemed to mind. Hell, their hands were doing the same to her. She disappeared with a cute-looking Eurasian girl with jet-black spiky hair and didn't reappear for over half an hour. That gave me a chance to ask Fiona a question that had been puzzling me.

"Earlier you said that Becky corrupted you, and not the other way around. I don't believe that, so tell."

Fiona smiled and beckoned me closer to her, so I could hear what she was saying.

"It's true, although I didn't need much corrupting, nor enticement. Becky had had a couple of boyfriends, although I could tell she wasn't really into them. I knew she'd already popped her cherry. One day she came to me when Harry was away for the day, saying she had a question she wanted to ask me.

"At first she was hesitant, although I'm sure now that that was just an act. She asked me if it was okay to kiss a woman, really kiss her. She knew I was bi, I've never hidden that from her, but I also never forced her in either direction."

I could tell that Fiona had wanted to tell this tale for a while, so I inched ever closer to her and put one arm around her shoulder, my other hand resting on her thigh, running up and down it.

"I told her that it was okay. That she knew that. But then I asked her why she was asking me the question. She said boys weren't doing it for her and thought she might be gay.

"I said, well that's okay, but you need to kiss a girl to find out properly. I wasn't meaning me, although I wouldn't have said no if she'd asked. She was so cute an' pretty,"

"She still is," I interrupted, squeezing Fiona's thigh harder.

"Becky didn't give me a chance to say anything else. She lunged right in and planted a big sloppy kiss directly onto my mouth, and her tongue went to work straight away. My God, what a bloody kiss. Boys mightn't be doing it for her, but she'd learnt how to kiss from them. At first, I was shocked, but the sparks were flying, and I had no control. She'd taken control of my mind, and I wasn't thinking clearly. She wasn't my daughter, just a hot sexy girl that I wanted. The fact that she was a girl-on-girl virgin added to my overloaded lust.

"I'm not saying any more, in fact, I can't remember how it happened, but we ended up in my bed together, the bed I share with her father. We stayed there all day and night, and I taught her how to make love with another girl, how to tease her, how to fuck her. Becky was a natural. She was right, boys aren't necessarily her thing. Although she will occasionally switch to them now and then.

"Since then Becky's come out as gay, much to her fathers disgust. We team up for a weekend together for the Pride Festival. That's why you're gonna be okay tonight."

Despite us being in a lesbian bar, I went to kiss Fiona, and that's when Becky returned and plopped down onto a seat next to us. She had that just had sex glow about her. She pulled Fiona's face towards hers and kissed her mother, open-mouthed and with lots of tongue. Fiona smiled as she broke the kiss. Looking at me, Fiona said, "She's been eating pussy." As if it wasn't obvious, or had been having hers eaten by one of the women in the place.

Fiona talked and had a couple of dances with some women but seemed reluctant to leave me alone with Becky.

Eventually, the night began to wind down, and we got to their room in the Canal Street Apartments, situated in the heart of the village. As soon as we stumbled through the door, the girls were at each other, kissing, groping and fondling. Fiona's hand went up Becky's very short skirt at once.

Now every guy, if he's honest, will admit to liking watching lesbian porn. Well, for the next half an hour or so, I had a front-row seat, but this was for real, right in front of my eyes, with the added spice that the two girls were a very hot and sexy mother and daughter.

As the girls started to kiss, I had been pushed into a chair and told to stay there and not move. I almost complied, apart from getting my kit off as soon as I could. I wanted to be ready for action when my turn came.

The women were kissing as though the end of the world was imminent, and the only way to stop global destruction was for them to kiss longer and harder than anyone had done before. Becky had helped her mother gain access to her pussy by reaching down to the hem of her dress, taking hold of it and pulling it over her head, revealing the fact she was totally naked underneath.

Not wanting to be outdone, Fiona had shimmied out of the tightest pair of white jeans I had ever seen. Becky pulled the top from her mother, leaving her standing there in just her bra and very small, sexy white panties.

As Fiona undid the clasp of her bra before letting it fall to the ground, Becky sank to her knees, kissing her mother's torso as she went lower, then took her panties between her teeth and pulled them down and off.

Becky regained her feet and looked into her mother's eyes as they began to kiss again, bodies tight together, boobs pressing against each other. Becky's were smaller than her mother's but with bigger areolas and nipples. Fiona's, despite her age, were perky and firm. Fiona had again pressed her hand between Becky's thighs and was plainly forcing it into her pussy. Becky was gasping and panting as Fiona thrust her hand hard.

Withdrawing her hand, she raised it so it was between the pair of their faces. Her fingers were wet and coated in a thick sticky goo. She then put one dripping finger into her mouth and sucked it. When she was finished, she offered the others to her daughter, who greedily sucked them clean.

That was the time I decided it was time for me to get ready for action, but one look across the room from Fiona made sure all I did was get naked, although she smiled when she saw how hard and throbbing my cock was. "Soon," she mouthed to me.

Fiona pushed Becky onto her back on the bed, Becky instantly spreading her legs wide, exposing her wet and glistening pussy for me to see. Fiona wasted no time getting between Becky's slender thighs, stuck out her tongue and licked the pussy from bottom to top in one hard, fast movement. Her tongue pressed deep into the glistening folds. Both of them kept eye contact as she did. The look of sheer lust on Becky's face was in contrast to the one of deep love that was on Fiona's.

Becky was playing with her small boobs as Fiona slurped her way up and down and in and out of her daughter's cunt. Relishing every little lick. Fiona recognised that Becky was getting close and upped the pace, now using three fingers to press deep inside her daughter's pussy, then a fourth finger was inserted as Becky begged for release. Fiona's hand was a blur as it pressed in and out of Becky's pussy as her lips latched onto the clit, sucking it deeply into her mouth.

Becky screamed and came, shuddering under her mother as Fiona continued to finger and lick her daughter. As soon as Becky started to come down, Fiona rolled onto her back, pulling Becky with her and somehow got them positioned so they were in the sixty-nine position and pushed Becky's unresisting head between her thighs.