After a wonderfully educational summer of sex with my neighbor and my mother, who turned out to be my neighbor's girlfriend, I set off for university. I had definitely matured under the sexual tutelage of the two mature ladies, Julie and my mother, Barbara, including developing an appreciation for all-lady sex and the pleasures it gives those participating.
I am a 21 year-old, name of Mark Johnson, in my first year at university. I finished grammar school at just 17 but felt too young and immature to go that September. My birthday is in August so I would have been just 18, and I just didn't feel I was ready to leave home. So I did a further year at school and then I worked for two years as a building site laborer, which developed a good tan and muscles. So now, it's early December, and I am in my first year at university, and have already got myself involved with a slightly older than me girl called Jane, who is currently in Paris, and a bi-sexual nymphomaniac named Carol, a few years older than me.
And now, to confuse issues further, there was Julie's mature daughter Donna, in the process of dumping her husband, and a new girl in the house where I had my flat. A girl who was also a Civics classmate, my age, and my project partner, called Anna. Both Anna and Donna enjoy having sex with me, and Donna in particular seems to want a serious relationship. A definite surfeit of goodies, you might say. From virgin to six lovers, in a year - incredible.
And now Christmas is rapidly approaching, Jane is coming back from Paris for a visit and bringing her live-in room-mate girl-friend lover, to visit me at my mother's home. And Jane seems to think that Fleur should be shared by her and me. Can I handle a seventh notch on my bedpost? Or are Jane and Fleur going to be more interested in Julia and my Mum. And having Jane and Donna together over Christmas was going to be an interesting experience. I might finish up sliced like Baloney.
Fortunately, Anna and Carol are both going to Scotland for Christmas, but not together, I gather.
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So my last class was on Friday 17th, one week before Christmas Eve. On the Thursday night, Anna came knocking on the door. She was heading up to Scotland to meet up with her family, who had already gone up there. She came in carrying an opened but still fairly full bottle of red wine.
"I need some help finishing this off," she said, "no point in leaving an opened bottle here over Christmas and having it go off."
I agreed and got out a couple of glasses from the cupboard over the sink, and by the time I turned back, her sweater was gone and she was topless.
"Saving on lingerie laundry?" I asked.
"No, just making sure to attract your attention. I realize that I am not the only girl you're knocking, and that's fine, as I have decided I want to have some unrestricted fun for a time before I settle down with one guy, so I just thought I'd come down and tempt you. If you're tempted, get your clobber off!"
So, after we each had a swig of wine, we got naked and climbed on to my bed. Anna had always made it plain that having been dumped by a boy she was living with - when he decided he preferred a 'menage a trois' not including her, unlike their previous 'menage a quatre - she was not going to commit, but enjoy the field, and swing both ways.
I must admit, I did like licking her pussy and eating her out. She had protruding vaginal lips that were so easy to suck and bite, and her body always reacted to it in a vigorous way, producing lots of moisture that made penetrating her later really easy. And so my cock eventually slid into her moist tunnel and we brought each other to a climax, particularly as she had her fingers down between our bellies.
After an hour or so, the wine was gone, we were both getting sleepy and I was yawning, I'm sorry to say. I always think it rude of me to yawn when I have a lady in my bed - implies I'm getting bored when I most certainly wasn't. However, once the wine was gone, she kissed me on the lips and then on the tip of my cock, and said "I still have to pack, so I'll say good night. I hope you have a great Christmas."
As she got off the bed, so did I. I went over to my table and picked up an envelope. "Here's my Christmas card to you," I said.
She thanked me, and took it out of the envelope. The picture showed a sleepy looking long-eared dog in a red Santa hat, looking out at the recipient. The caption said 'I have a nice bone to share with you for Christmas...'
She laughed. "No more bones from you until next year, then we'll see what we can do." She kissed me again, popped her jeans and sweater on - the only items she had been wearing - and scooted off upstairs.
I had already packed, and in a mad dash of unusual organization had even done my Christmas shopping. So I packed the car before going in to Uni and left to go home straight from last class. Jane was coming in the next day - I was to pick her and her friend up off the train from London early afternoon on the Saturday. They were arriving on the Chunnel train to St. Pancras and then walking across the road to King's Cross to catch the train up north.
So by 6 o'clock on the Friday evening I was walking in home, and could smell the home-made curry Mum had made - one of our favorite suppers.
After supper, we took the remaining half bottle of of Gewürztraminer (sweet wines are best with a spicy curry) and went into the living room to watch TV. We sat snuggled up, her arm through mine, and watched some silly Christmas show and the news, and then she said "Come to bed with me. I think I am going to have competition getting any sexy time with you - one on one - over Christmas, between Jane and Fleur and Julie and Donna."
"Well, hopefully, some of those you've just mentioned will be including you in their bedtime plans so you won't feel left out..."
After kissing and cuddling for a while, she got on all fours and we made love doggy style. I must admit, I enjoy doing doggy with her as I can look in the mirror on the front of her wardrobe and watch her breasts pendulously swinging under her as I thrust and withdraw, holding on to her hips. The size of her breasts are such that they swing nicely in time with the rhythm she particularly enjoys. When she's ready, she reaches down and caresses her own pussy and clit and a satisfying pair of climaxes occurs fairly soon.
In the morning, we kissed and cuddled and then showered together, before having a nice pancake and sausage breakfast. And as a special treat, knowing I loved it, she had got in a bottle of real Canadian Maple Syrup! That stuff is not cheap in England, and I confess to licking my plate clean at the end to avoid wasting any! But, then again, who doesn't?
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After breakfast I helped Mum get out the Christmas stuff, and then left to go to the station. Needless to say, the train was late, and in the meantime I drank some brown stuff they assured me was coffee, but I was inclined to demand a chemical analysis. I asked how the server know it was coffee and not tea. Her response: I can tell by the shape of the cup!
All things come to those who wait - and survive railway station coffee - and eventually, the London train came in. Jane seemed to be the first person off the train, with a suitcase and a hold-all, and she ran towards me. Dropping her bags, she leapt at me and wrapped her legs around me and kissed me, a big pashy tongue-tingling kiss.
As she returned her feet to the platform, she turned round and introduced me to Fleur, who gave a very chaste French cheek-to-cheek air kiss. I took their two suitcases, and they each carried their own hold-all, and we headed for my car.
As we drove home, I said to Jane, "So, tell me. Have you decided you're a lesbian?"
