Naturist Weekend Pt.04

My colleague Lucy, my niece Emma and I are at a naturist resort for a long weekend. We had sex for the first time this morning, and have just returned from the beach.

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Back indoors we showered, warmed up and ate some lunch, and consulted the weather forecast again as the rain calmed down but set in for the afternoon. There was no point in going back out, and we sat around variously at the table and on the sofa, considering our options. "Anyone fancy playing a game?" suggested Lucy without much enthusiasm, fingering a pack of cards on the table. The delay while we each pondered how to answer was eloquent enough, and Lucy laughed, "Oh, maybe not then!"

Emma was on a different tack. "So Lucy, earlier you said men had licked you before, one at a time, mostly..." Lucy peered at Emma with narrowed eyes from her dining chair, guessing where this was going. "I'm interested to hear about when it wasn't mostly. That might pass some of a rainy afternoon."

"Why would you want to hear about my shameful exploits?" Lucy asked wryly.

"Just... I think it would be... interesting," Emma replied, smiling confidently but choosing her words, relaxed in the corner of the sofa. "I might learn something. I'm sure you wouldn't have done anything shameful," she teased. "And maybe Dan would be interested too." She looked round at me questioningly.

"Oh yeah!" I replied from the other end of the sofa, not hiding my enthusiasm. Emma smiled smugly and lifted her legs to deposit her feet in my lap.

"You're just perverts!" Lucy exclaimed, but smiling. "Really?" We both grinned and nodded. "Oh, God..." She brought her chair round to opposite where Emma and I were and sat, legs out and ankles primly crossed, hands in lap, breasts so pretty. "Have you had threesomes? Before today, I mean." I nodded, thinking of an obliging girl I'd known years before, who'd invited me and another guy to share her bed a couple of times. Emma shook her head. "Oh, OK - well, with the right couple of guys, recommended!" She took a deep breath. "Right. So, I must have been mid-twenties, went on holiday with a couple of girlfriends to France, just touring round anywhere. We went to a bar in some small town and got talking to a bunch of guys, had a couple of drinks, and they asked us back to a flat where a few of them lived. That was obviously slightly dodgy, but they were nice and we were having a good time, so... It was a nice place, big, we had a couple more drinks, some tunes... And one of my mates started getting off with one of these blokes. And then my other mate got off with another one! And after a bit they all disappeared into bedrooms, leaving me on my own with the other three. Nice for my friends, but I was feeling a bit of pressure. I mean, they were cool, it was OK, but with the others all going off to get their ends away, that idea was planted in the minds of the rest of us - the conversation sort of dried up." Lucy took a swig of water. "Is this OK? Too much detail?"

"No, it's fine - bit of context," I reassured her.

She nodded. "I think I'm trying to make my outrageous behaviour seem reasonable by giving all the background. OK... So I'm looking round at these three guys, and they're looking at me, and nobody's saying anything, and we're all thinking about what the other four are doing. I'm wondering if I'm going to pick one of them and do the same. I wasn't planning to, I didn't have a favourite, but it was starting to seem inevitable. And..." She took more water, and gathered herself. "I just had this crazy idea - I think you can guess. I'd had a couple of threesomes, and I'd coped OK, not overwhelmed, had a good time. I just thought 'Fuck it, why not?' And I asked if there was another bedroom, and they all looked a bit startled, and... I remember looking round them and smiling, holding up my finger as if I was deciding who to choose. And I pointed at one of them, and he looked very pleased, and then I pointed at another, and he just gaped at me, and I smiled back. And I pointed at the third one and they were really shocked. But not too shocked! They got over it quickly, and they checked they'd understood, very thoughtful. So, long story short, we're in the third bedroom, we're all undressed, I'm on my back looking round three hard penises, and they're hesitating, not sure where to start. I.... well, I seized the initiative, let's say. With both hands!" She guffawed, and Emma and I laughed loudly.

"They had their hands everywhere, which was pretty good, and after a few minutes the guy who was kneeling between my legs... I thought he'd just screw me, and they all would, and that would be it... But he went down on me, and that was fucking great, not so much his expertise, but having him there and his mates with their hands all over me, and sucking my tits, and with a prick in each of my hands, oh wow, there was just so much happening, like, sex in every direction."

Emma shifted her body slightly, looking a little flushed, relishing the story at least as much as I was. She looked at Lucy, eager for her to continue.

"Enjoying this, are we?" teased Lucy. "You definitely need to get yourself a couple of young studs!" Emma puffed her cheeks out and Lucy laughed. "Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, entertaining three gentlemen. It got a bit more intense between my legs, and I got a bit... sucky... with the other two. And... there was some position swapping - for them, not me - and they all had a go at licking me, they took it in turns, I think they could see how much it was turning me on. When the third guy did it, that sent me right over the edge, just the luxury of it, three men doing that one after the other! I think I made a bit of noise."

Emma slid a foot up my thigh and stroked my prick with the side of it. It was tingling before she did, and this attention, bony and clumsy as it was, was making me rapidly erect. She raised a hand to her chest as she stroked me, to rub across her breasts, her nipples hard with excitement, I guessed from imagining herself in Lucy's place.

"So that's when it wasn't 'mostly' one at a time," Lucy finished, pleased with the effect she'd had on Emma.

"What? Hang on, you can't stop there!" blurted Emma. "It's just getting interesting!"

"Hah! Thought you might want the rest! Ooh, just think what those two guys are going to do to you!" Emma rolled her eyes and tipped her head back, sighing at the thought. Lucy had her on the end of a piece of string, and was toying with her. Emma's fingers squeezed a nipple firmly, and her other hand stole to her thigh. She inserted her foot beneath my now fully erect prick and lifted it, bringing her other foot to grip the other side and begin a gentle massage. To bring the soles of her feet to bear she had to part her thighs, so I could gaze at her sex, aroused, open, pink and wet. I could see Lucy's mind working as she watched Emma, chewing her lips, weighing her desire to gratify Emma against her own dignity, how she would expose herself in the way she told this story.

"What happened next?" Emma breathed.

Lucy continued. "They fucked me. A lot. And I came a lot. It was, I dunno, it's a bit of a blur, lots of bits I remember, but I can't put it all in order. One of them would fuck me for a while, and when he was getting close to coming he'd call one of the others to take over, so he got a rest, but I didn't. Which was fine by me, I just got continuous cock. I remember them swapping, it seemed like so many times... And because they were getting breaks I was getting a really good seeing to, they were really hammering into me. So it was kind of one orgasm after another."

Emma breathed deeply, and her hand crept from her thigh to her minge, where she began to stroke. Her eyes closed, and she abandoned her foot massage, which I didn't mind, as I was happy to watch her, to see how turned on she was, and how she touched herself.

"Is it turning you on to hear this, Em?" asked Lucy.

Emma nodded, her fingers now circling her clit. Her legs were spread, her sex was liquid, her other hand was still pinching her nipples, her breathing was loud. "Keep going," she muttered.

"At some point they turned me over, to do me from behind, and that was even better. Some of the time I had my face in a pillow, so when they swapped I didn't even know who was in me, who was fucking me, and I didn't care, as long as they didn't stop. I'm embarrassed about it, really, to be so carried away, to lose myself like that... It's just so filthy, so... I don't know, like it wasn't me." Lucy paused. "It was though. They could have done anything to me and I'd have wanted it. There could have been ten of them and I'd have fucked them all. Oh wow." She stopped, letting that scenario work through her own mind, surprise showing on her face.

Emma's hand was working hard between her legs now, fingers running up and down the length of her wet sex, dipping inside, rubbing her clit.

"Do you like hearing how they fucked me, Em?"

"Yes."

"Would you like to be fucked like that?"

"Yes."

"Would you like lots of cocks, fucking you from behind?"

Emma gave a long, throaty groan and thrust her fingers deeply in and out of her vagina, her juices squelching loudly.

Lucy went on. "I remember coming again and again, it was just getting better. Some of the time on my hands and knees I was sucking them. I wanted to, needed to almost, I wanted to feel full of cock, I wanted as much as possible inside me. Does that sound good, Em? Would you like a big cock in your mouth and another one from behind, inside you, fucking into you, hard and deep?"

With one hand still fingering herself, Emma's other hand fell to her clit, rubbing rapidly, and she moaned rhythmically, close to coming.

"So yeah, they turned me over again, and they all came in me, one by one, and that was amazing, to have a guy come in you, and you come too, and you feel it shooting into you, and you see his face, and kiss him, and then he pulls out and there's another guy, and he fucks you, hard, and you come again..." She was having to speak louder to overcome Emma's moaning, and she broke off, watching Emma's fingers, then dropped to her knees in front of the sofa, and brought her mouth to Emma's ear, to murmur more intimately, and I had to lean in to hear.

"Emma, I want you to come now, I want to watch you come." Emma cried out, her fingers a blur, and thrust her hips upwards. "And the second guy comes, you feel his spunk hitting you inside, and you hold him in with your legs, and kiss him, you want his tongue so much..." Emma was coming, both hands wanking, moans turned to whimpers. "... And he pulls out, and you feel so good, so full of come, and then there's another one, oh my God, another cock, another man fucking you, and spunking in you, and you don't know what to do with yourself, just thrashing about, coming again, and he collapses on you and it feels so good, all of his weight pressing you down, and his cock, not moving but filling you up, and the sperm running out..."

Emma's body flopped back, her hands moving slower, a glow of sweat on her forehead and lip, eyes still shut. Lucy kissed her cheek and placed a hand on her belly, stroking gently, as Emma's fingers slid from inside herself, and she laid her hand on her thigh, shiny, wet marks catching the light.

"There was so much come! The bed was a sticky mess, but I just fell asleep." Emma opened her eyes and gazed into Lucy's, and they kissed, tongues writhing, mouths gliding across each other leaving their lips wet. My own cock by now was rampant, rock hard, twitching, dribbling slightly, and I wasn't going to be able just to watch and listen for much longer. The women ended their kiss, and Lucy smiled as she regarded my penis. "Did you enjoy that too, Dan?"

"Jesus Christ, Lucy! You told it very well. I'm... well, you can see."

She thought for a moment before speaking. "Shall I tell you about the morning?"

I gave a long moan, and wondered if it were possible to come just from being told a story. Lucy nudged Emma, saying "Come on, you, shift up," and arranged us so that we were in a row on the sofa, with me in the middle, the girls curled up either side. I wasn't sure what she had in mind, but it looked promising.

Lucy's hand slipped down my chest and stomach, and arrived at my groin, where she gently stroked my prick. Emma cottoned on and joined in, sliding her hand up my thigh and fondling my balls.

Lucy's story went on. "I woke up early needing the loo, and slipped some knickers on. The guys were all asleep, scattered round the room, on the bed and the floor. I'll be honest, I was a bit sore down there, and my pelvis was a bit achey when I walked. Also, my pubes were all matted and stiff, it was a bit gross! Anyway, I sneaked out of the room, being really careful to close the door quietly, so it wasn't until I was half way across the living room that I saw one of the other two blokes sitting in an armchair with his laptop. Really made me jump when I saw him, and he looked pretty surprised too. Obviously he was gawping at my tits! I just played it cool, whispered hello, and walked past to the bathroom. I had a bit of a clean-up in there, and thought about how to cover up to go back to the bedroom."

Still Lucy stroked my cock, taking advantage of the seeping fluids with her thumb rolling around the head, while Emma softly massaged my balls. The whole thing was sublime, the hands, the warm bodies, breasts pressing into my sides, Lucy's words, the memory of Emma's masturbation echoing round my mind.

"But you know I wasn't going to cover up, and I knew it too, and I just walked back out and smiled at this guy and asked if he'd had a good night with my friend. He blushed and said he had. He couldn't keep eye contact, kept looking at my tits, or the rest of me, my knickers weren't covering much. He asked where one of his friends was, and I pointed at the bedroom I'd come from, and he smiled, and asked if the other two had gone home. And I just smiled and shook my head, and pointed at the bedroom again, and his jaw dropped, and he tried to say words but he couldn't, and I was just grinning like the cat who'd got the cream... well, I had got the cream! And I turned round and went back to the bedroom, and wiggled my bum at him, which hurt my hips a bit actually, but it was funny."

"Fucking hell, Lucy, you are so sexy," I enthused.

"That's not even the good bit."

"Oh Jeez," I groaned, and Emma gave a crude laugh.

"So back in the bedroom the guys were stirring, and they were really nice, checking I was OK, getting me a coffee, giving me little kisses. I think the others were still asleep, we stayed in the bedroom. They put pants on to wander in and out, but it was pretty good looking at them, they had nice bodies, and after a while they were all bulging. I was still topless, and it was a sexy vibe. I was a bit horny, but there was no way I was doing any more fucking. I wondered whether I was going to just forget about it and go back to being my normal self, or whether I wanted to be a total tart again. I did think about it for a minute or two. What do you think I went with, Dan?"

I don't believe in heaven, but if there was one it would surely be like this. The ripples running all through my groin, my pelvis, my thighs, were like the feeling just before an orgasm, though I wasn't in imminent danger of that, just captured in a zone of perfect pleasure. "Normal?" I joked.

Lucy laughed. "No, it was tart. I whipped my knickers off and got on my knees in the middle of the floor. Kind of an invitation." And now Lucy slipped to her knees on the floor in front of the sofa. "And I beckoned them to gather round, and I pulled their pants down, and they all stood round me, and they were all hard and ready. What do you think I did next?"

These audience participation questions were amazing, calculated to make me gasp as I tried to articulate each deeply sexy answer. "I think you sucked their cocks, Lucy."

"Hmm, let's find out!" she smiled up at me. "Em, can you join me down here? I'm going to need your help." My heart leapt, and my cock twitched, as Emma smiled and climbed down to kneel next to Lucy.

"I did suck their cocks, you're right!" Lucy announced, in the congratulatory tone of a primary school teacher pleased with a kid answering a maths question, and she pointed a finger and held the tip against the end of my prick, as if to reward me. "But now you're going to have to stand up too."

"Oh God!" I murmured as I obeyed. We were going to act it out. I was almost dizzy with excitement. I manoeuvred to the end of the sofa where I could rest one knee on the arm for support, and reach the adjacent wall. I was great at standing up, but if I came I knew that my quads would give way and my knees would buckle. My prick throbbed. When I looked down at the two gorgeous women kneeling in front of me, it looked huge against the backdrop of their eager faces turned up towards mine.

Lucy carried on. "I held one in my hand - Em, could you...?" Emma understood her role, and reached forward to take hold of me, her small hand again gripping softly around my shaft. "... And kissed it..." Emma reached up and planted a simple kiss on my cock, and I sighed at the beautiful sight, watching how her eyes focused on it. "... And I licked it..." Emma looked up at me and smiled as she sat herself up on her heels, bringing her face to the right height, still holding me in one hand, and then leant in, her tongue emerging, and made contact at the very base of my penis, where it met my scrotum. She dragged her tongue slowly up my length, her eyes tracking the path, and as she reached the head electric pulses ran through me. She turned her head sideways and licked across the head, and then back down one side, and on to my balls, circling round and back up my prick to the very tip, where she danced the end of her tongue, the sudden thrill catching me by surprise so that she was almost rewarded with a premature facial.

"I licked all of them, and wanked them. I was trying to keep two of them busy all the time at least, but they were using their own hands too." Lucy looked up at me. "You won't need to, though." She reached a hand to the sofa between my legs for support, and reached her face in to join Emma with her tongue, licking up and down my shaft, her eyes on mine most of the time, smiling, occasionally colliding with Emma's tongue and getting distracted into a kiss. Her other hand stroked my balls deliciously.

"I played with my clit some of the time. I was wet, excited, but I didn't need to come. The boys liked it when I moaned with my lips on them, like a little vibrator." Emma had already reached down, and although I couldn't see her hand I could tell she was touching herself. She held her mouth against the top of my prick and gave a long moan. I was ready for it, but the vibration was sensational, and could easily have set me off. Lucy too was rubbing her clitoris, and when she wrapped her lips around one of my balls and moaned in the same way, again she nearly finished me. I was so excited, so stimulated, that my orgasm was only around the corner.

Lucy lifted her mouth off me, but spoke towards my prick at close range. "And then I sucked them." Emma's eyes rose to meet mine, and she pulled my prick towards herself. Her lips parted, her teeth opened, and with her eyes still fixed on mine she took the head in her mouth and brought her lips around my shaft. She drew back, and I felt her tongue on the underside, then slid forwards again, and sucked lightly on the way back. The pleasure was intense, from my balls and my thighs to the very tip of my penis, her mouth slipping easily over the skin, her tongue playing, her eyes on my face, a slight frown on her forehead, as if almost overwhelmed by what she was doing. I gazed down at her, her clear brown eyes, her bare white shoulders, the flawless skin of her slim torso, her pale thighs pressing together. She began a gentle back and forth rhythm with her head, and I stared at her red lips stretched around me, slipping a couple of inches up and down the shaft, leaving it wet with her saliva and throbbing with pleasure, my beautiful young niece taking my cock in her mouth, sucking it, and lovingly returning my gaze.

"Oh, Emma," I sighed, thrusting gently to meet her.

Lucy continued, speaking softly into Emma's ear, "I sucked them one at a time, and licked, and stroked them with my lips, and wanked them with my hand." She still had one hand between her legs, and an intense look on her face. "Em - please..." Emma looked at her, and slipped her mouth off my cock. Still holding me, she turned me towards Lucy, whose mouth opened wide and enveloped me, taking in half of my length, immediately sucking and bobbing her head, her lips around the shaft and sliding back and forth, even better, as a physical sensation, than what Emma had been doing.

Lucy took over holding my prick from Emma, and began rapidly fucking me with her mouth, and I felt my orgasm beginning to build. She looked up, finally, and I saw in her eyes excitement and tenderness. She pulled away, and Emma was instantly back on me, sucking me more intensely now, sensing that I'd come soon.

Lucy looked up at me again as she completed her story, holding my eyes as she recounted her surrender to lust. "I made them come, one at a time, I sucked them until they started coming, and pulled them out to come on my face. All three of them, shooting spunk on my mouth, and in it, on my nose and eyes and cheeks, in my hair, one after the other, loads of come, hot, pouring down me, down my neck and over my tits, and dripping on to my thighs..."

And that was my final trigger. I made an urgent grunt, and Emma guessed, maybe feeling me swell. She pulled her mouth away but kept wanking me, Lucy's hand now on my balls again. They pressed their faces together, cheek to cheek, as perfectly as if they'd rehearsed, and I shot strings of sperm across them both, pulsing from the root of my cock, while waves of bliss coursed through me, my brain in raptures at this most beautiful picture. My knees momentarily gave way, but my hand on the wall just held me. I exalted in how my come was adorning Lucy and Emma's faces, a diagonal streak across Lucy's mouth and cheek, another from below one eye to her forehead, a pool on her chin; and on Emma, two lines from chin to eyebrow, across her open mouth, a puddle inside her lip and on her tongue, more dripping down one cheek.

They both gazed up at me, Lucy smiling now, and Emma pulling me back to her mouth, sucking me again, her tongue stroking gorgeously around my head. She swallowed my come, eyes still on me, took me out of her mouth and smiled. Lucy pressed forward for a final suck of my softening prick, now able to cram almost all of me in, lips working wetly, tongue roving, as the last ripples of my orgasm rattled around my body.

Emma gently worked my prick with her hand, not wanting to stop until I was ready, and in truth there was enough sensation still there, and enough joy in the knowledge that it was Emma providing it, and Emma whose pretty, come-covered face was gazing up at me adoringly, that I could have let it carry on for the rest of the afternoon. However, after a minute or two I made a small hand movement and she let me go. I sat down on the edge of the sofa to view these angelic creatures more closely.

Now Emma turned to Lucy and they smiled at each other, and met for a modest kiss on the lips; but that developed in seconds into an immodest, open-mouthed tongue kiss, their jaws sliding together in my sperm, their lips moving across each other's faces to push through splashes of come, and their tongues lapping at each other's mouths to lick it up, and return for another kiss to share their bounty. A dribble of spit and sperm ran down Lucy's jaw and neck, watched by Emma. Lucy examined Emma's face, and began to lick messily, retrieving any sperm she could see, adding her saliva and allowing it to run down Emma's face and her own chin. Emma returned the favour more tidily, retaining and swallowing the come which she found.

Eventually there was no sperm left to see on their faces, just sticky slicks on cheeks and mouths, wet eyebrows, and damp patches in their hair. However, rivulets of come and spit flowed down their necks, especially Emma's, over her chest and tits and belly. They sat back looking pleased with themselves.

"Easily the best blow job ever!" I declared, and the women looked even more pleased with themselves. "I'll get you something to clean yourselves up a bit." I brought back from the bathroom a couple of warm, damp flannels, and Emma and Lucy wiped themselves off, and each other.

"You're better than the French guys," said Lucy. "They just got me some loo roll. I needed quite a lot!"

"I hope you got a shower," remarked Emma.

"Mm, eventually. I borrowed a towel to get to the bathroom - didn't want to put clothes over my disgusting body - but one of my friends was in there, so I was loitering in the living room for 10 minutes, with five blokes milling about, wearing a towel which I could just about get to cover my boobs and my bum at the same time. I could have waited in the bedroom, but it seemed a bit late for modesty, and I guess I was still in 'tart' mode! Anyway, four of them had already seen my tits, so I didn't have much dignity to protect. There was a lot of my thighs on show, maybe a bit more when I sat down, I wasn't being careful. My friend pointed out discreetly that I had a big blob of sperm in my hair above my ear, and a couple of dried streaks down my neck and chest, but I couldn't do anything about it. To be honest I didn't really care that much. And she said I stank of sex! I managed to complete the set of five of them seeing me naked when I went to the bathroom with a coffee in one hand and my clothes in the other, and my towel fell off in the corridor in front of the one guy who hadn't seen me yet. Genuine accident, it just came undone, but it made me laugh. He picked it up and brought it into the bathroom for me, he got a good look, I just stood there and let him. I wanked off in the shower, to complete my night of depravity, but once I'd got my clothes back on I reverted to normal, Miss Modesty - except I wasn't wearing knickers, they weren't fit to go back on. I've never got so carried away before or since, lost it like that. But I'm glad I did it once, though."

Emma looked slightly stunned, as she took on board the whole of Lucy's account now that it had ended. "Good story, Lucy. Umm... thanks for sharing it."

"You did ask," Lucy pointed out.

All this time I've known you," I mused, "and you had that in your past. How am I going to work with you now?! I'll just have visions of you on your hands and knees with your face in a pillow."

"Or maybe kneeling in front of you with a faceful of come?" she suggested.

"Oh God, that too."

"Cup of tea?" offered Emma, and domestic banality took over for a while before we returned to the sofa, huddled together against the cooler air, Lucy now in the middle, Emma and I idly stroking her belly and hips, or circling a breast.

"OK, Em, your turn for some revelations," Lucy announced. "How did you find out you were into girls as well as guys?"

Emma smiled, but shook her head gently. "I can't match your story-telling. But I can say what happened. I don't think I'll get you playing with yourself while you listen, though."

"Try me, you never know."

Emma snuggled more closely against Lucy and rested a hand between her boobs. "I guess it was like you, trying things out with girlfriends because we couldn't wait to find the right boy to do it with. And I liked it, it didn't seem second best or shameful. It was with friends, and we cared about each other, and talked about it. It was funny, we could do that, kissing, touching, falling asleep in each other's arms, but it was never romantic, we weren't in love, just really close."

"Girlfriends plural?" I interrupted.

"Yeah, there were three of us, inseparable... well, for a few years. Still in touch, though, catch up sometimes, but we don't sleep together any more! I think it's only me who still likes girls. But yeah, we hung out together all the time. Anyway, then boys came along, and we tried them out in different ways, as you do. And we'd get together and compare notes, all the details..."

"Oh yeah!" Lucy rejoined. "Did that too with my friends. You had to spill everything!" Emma nodded.

"Jesus," I protested, "do all girls do that? Have I no privacy?"

"You don't deserve any, horrid boys!" said Emma, dismissively. "Point is, we could do that, no reservations, even when we really liked a boy. So, right, for a few years it was all about boys, and we stopped sleeping together... well, no, we slept together, but we didn't have sex any more. And then when I got to university I got friendly with a girl, as you do, and we shared a bed sometimes. It was just to have somewhere to sleep, rather than one of us travelling home late at night, but it was nice, reminded me of my old friends, and Beth seemed to like it too. We cuddled, stroked each other's backs... I was a bit conflicted, she was a good friend, but it was starting to stir me up, and I was realising that I wanted more, but I didn't want to freak her out, and I didn't want to damage our friendship.

"Anyway, one night in bed after a few spliffs we started talking about sex, things we liked and didn't like, and things we'd like to do right then, 'cos we were both feeling a bit frisky, effects of the weed. We were talking about guys, but for some of the things we were describing we weren't specifying the gender. That could have been accidental, but it was exciting me, and I was wondering if Beth realised. We were facing each other, on our sides, just in our knickers, and then she just came out with it: would it be OK for her to masturbate, would I mind, 'cos she was so turned on? That was amazing for me, took my breath away, and of course it was OK, and I did it too, and we came together, looking each other in the face a few inches apart, and it was one of the sexiest things ever, it was just so lovely! And then it was all smiles and hugs and little kisses, and touching... And one thing led to another, and we were, you know, hands in each other's knickers instead of our own.

"So we were an item for a while, but we drifted apart, and I've sort of switched between men and women since then. It's nice to have both options!"

"Yeah, I'm beginning to see that," said Lucy. "Speaking of which, are you two going to get round to sorting me out? You've both got your rocks off nicely."

"Hmm, what do you think, Emma?" I mused, looking at her across Lucy's chest. "Can you be bothered?"

"Dunno," she joked back. "She's benefitted from my favours already today. Don't you owe me some attention?"

"Well, yes," I replied. "Maybe we could let her watch us doing something or other...?"

"Mmm, nice!" smiled Emma.

The teasing was too much for Lucy. "Don't you sodding dare! Just... just pleasure me. At once!"

We capitulated, and each began stroking a nipple with one finger, making them hard surprisingly quickly. "Oh, hello!" Emma smirked. "You're all ready to go, aren't you? Did you like hearing about Beth?"

Lucy didn't answer, just breathed heavily as we continued to play with her nipples. "Did you like hearing how we masturbated together? Looking into each other's eyes..." Now Lucy sighed. I lowered my head and closed my lips around her teat, flicking my tongue over it. "Or maybe you liked the part where we fingered each other? Her hand delving in my knickers?" Emma lingered over each word of this last sentence.

"Mmm," sighed Lucy breathily, her eyes closed and her chest lifting to meet my mouth.

"I was already wet, so she could slip her fingers all over my minge really easily. Ohhh!" breathed Emma, "it was so good to feel a girl's fingers on my clit again."

Lucy's chest heaved once more, her thighs widened and she tilted her pelvis upwards. "Give me your fingers..." she pleaded.

Emma's mouth replaced her hand on Lucy's breast, and we caught each other's eye as we sucked and licked each nipple. Emma smiled, and I shifted across to join her, so that we were both flicking the tips of our tongues across the same tit. We contrived to kiss, lips meeting awkwardly against Lucy's breast, tongues writhing around each other and her hard nipple, a new and exciting sensation which made Lucy gasp, but ended with Emma and me dissolving into giggles.

Emma's hand crept slowly down Lucy's sculpted stomach, and across her flat belly. As it reached her groin Lucy shivered, and I saw Emma allowing two fingers to lead the way, grazing over the upper half of Lucy's vulva, and lower, the fingertips disappearing from my view around the curve of Lucy's body. Emma's wrist lifted slightly and the muscles flexed, and Lucy moaned loudly as Emma's fingers remounted her sex, now pushed in half an inch or so, ploughing back up through wet flesh, pressing the labia apart, and emerging, shining with Lucy's juices, to rub ruthlessly across her clitoris, so that Lucy gave a high-pitched squeak and thrust her hips upwards.

Emma's fingering was direct and firm, and Lucy moaned again as she squeezed her eyes closed, and stretched her legs wide, pushing against my reawoken cock. I abandoned her breast and raised my head to watch, Emma sucking and licking Lucy's nipple vigorously, her two fingers rubbing hard over her clit for a period, then descending to hook half way into Lucy's vagina and massage, Lucy making noises in the back of her throat.

I wanted to see more, and I lowered myself to the floor between Lucy's straining thighs, enraptured by the clean, smooth skin of her shaven groin, smeared here and there with her wetness, her outer lips stretched flat, her engorged clitoris shining, dividing into her pink inner lips, like petals, Emma's small fingers half-buried in her vagina, wanking steadily.

Lucy opened her eyes and stared down at me. I met her beautiful gaze, and she seemed to invite me, urge me, to stare in turn at her beautiful cunt, exposed and exhibited, engaged to full effect, dripping with her bliss, enjoyed by all three of us in different ways. The smell of her juices was potent, musky, beguiling, and I couldn't resist. I leant forward as she watched and gave a single lick, low down, below Emma's fingers, where opaque liquid dribbled from her vagina. It was rich, salty, acrid, powerfully sexy. I looked back to Lucy's eyes as I rolled the taste around in my mouth, and she panted open-mouthed as she looked back at me. I bent down again and lapped at all of the drips of juice I could see spread across her perineum, and around her tightly wrinkled anus. She gasped as I briefly pressed my tongue into her arse, and moaned, while Emma rubbed rapidly across her clit. I licked upwards, now exploring her vagina, hot flesh against my lips, savouring the taste and the heat of her, and onwards up her slit until my nose pushed at Emma's hand and she granted me access to Lucy's clitoris. I licked briskly, pressing hard, using the whole length of my tongue, and after a minute Lucy tipped back her head to give a loud, low groan of ecstasy, chest heaving, hips pressing and grinding back against my mouth, as she came forcefully.

Lucy slid sideways on the sofa to lie awkwardly among the cushions, falling away from Emma, and I regarded her for some moments as she lay where she'd landed, legs still wantonly spread, in her post-orgasmic daze. But I was aroused and I wanted her, and I wasn't capable of leaving her longer to recover. I clambered up between her thighs, one knee braced on the seat of the sofa, one hand on the back to take the weight of my upper body, and brought my pulsing, dripping prick into line with her wet and open sex. The tip made soft contact with her labia, gliding up in the slickness towards her clit, and Lucy's eyes sprang open, her attention now on me, my face looking down on her, my cock poised to enter her. She took a deep breath in and murmured a single word, "Yes."

I locked my eyes on hers and quickly found her vagina with my prick. I breathed heavily through my nose, and Lucy through her parted lips, as I pushed in, and was welcomed by her soft, moist flesh yielding before me, accepting me, enveloping me as I slid further into her, devouring the whole of my cock, squeezing and gripping, as my hips met hers. Still we looked only into each other's eyes, attention flicking between them, and I noticed the brown tinge around each pupil, intensifying the turquoise and yellow of her iris. Her pelvis began the gentlest of thrusting movements, just enough to sustain a buzz of sensation in both our groins, and enough to make me pant sharply just once, causing Lucy to smile up at me, pleased with the effect, and to continue her rocking motion.

I gazed down at this beautiful woman and was overwhelmed by how she gazed back at me. I thought how I admired her strength, her humour and ready laugh and capacity for joy, the adventurousness which had led us to this place, her warmth and care for people around her, her embrace of Emma, and Emma's sexuality, the way she cared for her vigorous body and enjoyed it... And now, how she was looking at me and offering me all of that, giving herself to me. I wanted to give back, for Lucy to have everything I could provide, even if it was only for this weekend, or this afternoon, or for the coming minutes.

"Fuck me," she whispered.

I drew slowly back, feeling her vagina sucking at my cock as it slid out, and Lucy whimpered quietly. I pushed in evenly, to the hilt, and we gasped into each other's faces. I repeated the stroke and still we stared into each other's eyes, reading the pleasure we were each receiving. I began fucking her slowly but deeply, detecting the faintest narrowing of her eyes, a tiny contraction in her brow, as her pleasure increased.

For the first time in a couple of minutes I became aware of Emma, now kneeling on the floor beside us and watching our faces. Lucy turned her head and Emma smiled at us both. "You two are gorgeous!" Lucy pushed her chin forward and Emma took the hint, leaning in for a tender kiss, just lips, but prolonged, loving, punctuated by Lucy's sharp exhalations through her nose each time I fucked into her. Emma broke off and reached up to me to repeat her affection, and I stilled my hips as our lips met, then tongues. My heart skipped when it struck me that I was kissing her passionately at the same time as I was fucking another woman, and the joy and privilege of having both of them swept through me.

But I was drawn back to Lucy and our immediate needs. She took a moment to adjust her position beneath me, now more squarely on her back, one foot on the floor, the other leg hooked over the back of the sofa. I brought both knees on to the cushions, my body comfortably poised between her warm thighs. I resumed our fucking, picking up the pace, and as our attention focused again on each other I thrust harder, and heard the regular slap of my skin against Lucy's. My prick buried itself inside her at every stroke, pushing easily in through her wet flesh, gripped and massaged on the way out. Her hips rose to meet me, and she uttered a short, soft grunt each time our bodies crashed together. Her brow furrowed again, her eyes intensified their gaze into mine, and I fucked her harder. Her mouth opened and her grunts became breathy moans. As I'd already come around an hour earlier, I wasn't racing towards my climax, and I was able to relax into the rhythm, enjoy the sensations, and enjoy responding to Lucy, sensing how she wanted me to move, and able to maintain the steady speed, not needing to pause and recover to avoid an early finish.

Lucy wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me to her, and we kissed clumsily, struggling to keep our mouths together as we fucked, clashing teeth a couple of times. But I felt that she needed me close, needed my tongue in her mouth, and our kiss was passionate and open-eyed. We broke off and she whispered to me again, her words punctuated by the jolts of our bodies. "Oh yes, oh yes, it's so good, so good, go on, fuck me, fuck me, yes, hard, fuck me hard, harder, harder, uhh, uhh." The last two grunts were voiced, no longer whispers, as I slammed into her heavily, deep inside her with each thrust, my body raised on straightened arms, and she drew back her knees to stretch her thighs wider apart.

Now her eyes closed, and she moaned each time my cock ploughed between her lips and down into her slick vagina, her hips bucking upwards to meet mine. I felt sweat on my upper lip and forehead, and saw a similar sheen on Lucy's face and on her flushed chest. I rammed into her, and she moaned more loudly, prolonged high-pitched whines which abandoned the beat of our copulation, and I knew that she was reaching her climax. For me too, the intensity was starting to tell, fed by Lucy's response, and exquisite sensation spread from my balls down the backs of my thighs.

"Lucy, oh God, Lucy," I called out as I pounded on, and her whines became urgent grunts, back in time with our fucking, her eyes reopening and finding my own. Her hands pulled my hips to her, and her own hips to meet mine, lunging at me faster, driving me to speed up, to feed her lust, to feed her cunt with my cock, and I plunged into her. She cried out incoherently in her orgasm, spasmed beneath me, and my own arrived, throbbing through my body, a convulsion in my groin for each spurt of come pulsing into her, into Lucy, and fire in my heart as I gazed at her ecstasy, our eyes locked. Her fingers pressed into my buttocks, cramming my prick inside herself, and her sex squeezed me, milked me, as I ceased fucking her and my sperm ceased flowing. I relaxed my arms and pressed my body to hers, our bellies together, her tits against my chest, our tongues finding each other again as we breathed heavily through our noses.

The moment was very heaven, the rush of pleasure and warmth in my blood, the feel of Lucy's skin against mine, her thighs wrapped around me, her fingers in my hair, my penis still engorged and held hotly inside her, her eyes, the passion I felt for her and the knowledge that I'd given her everything I could, and then the shared joy, what we'd given each other, and what might yet be to come.

We smiled and kissed lightly, and I knelt up, reaching for one of the damp flannels from earlier which Lucy grabbed from me to slide quickly beneath herself, grinning. The rest of the world swam back into focus and we saw Emma, still kneeling by the sofa, wonder on her face. Lucy reached out and pulled her into an embrace. "I'm sorry we've ignored you."

Emma looked up at me over Lucy's shoulder and I saw that her eyes were damp. "It's OK. That's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen! You two are amazing together."

Lucy kissed her cheek, and I bent forward and kissed her mouth. "But there's you too, you're part of this," I assured her. Lucy raised a hand to Emma's face to turn it gently towards her and kissed, opening her mouth as she engaged, using her tongue, obliging Emma to respond in kind, demonstrating the passion and sexuality of their relationship. Lucy waved her hand to me behind Emma's head, beckoning me in, and I joined their kiss, giving Emma my tongue, kissing them both together, seeking to re-establish our three-way arrangement.

We leant our foreheads together. "I love you both," murmured Emma, and broke into a smile, and we kissed away her tears.

*************

The rain finally passed and the sun broke through, restoring warmth to our world, and we strolled down to the pool for a late afternoon swim and a splash, preferring its slightly warmer water to the sea. We touched each other's shoulders or waists affectionately in passing, and paused occasionally to kiss - there didn't appear to be a "no petting" rule at this swimming pool.

We sat out with a drink on dry loungers hauled from under the shelter next to the bar, appreciating the sun's rays all the more for their earlier absence. Other visitors had had similar ideas, and the pool area was busy. We sipped our drinks and people-watched, commenting quietly to each other, often unreasonably, on what someone was doing, how they were swimming, or how their kids were behaving. We also commented on people's looks and bodies. We knew well that this wasn't serious, that a key feature of this place was that all bodies were equal and welcome, and looks were no guide to the soul. But for that 45 minutes we allowed ourselves to judge, to admire, and to share lustful thoughts with each other about that tall, broad-shouldered man with his air of confidence, or this stunningly beautiful young woman, alert and slightly nervous, like a deer - we could all agree that we'd like to help her apply her sun cream.

We ambled back to the chalet relaxed and mellow, comfortable, holding hands, and prepared dinner between us - roasted vegetables, houmous, focaccia, some local cheeses, a couple of pretty good wines. As we chatted and ate I suddenly saw the girls anew, as if naked for the first time, appreciating with wonder that they had undressed with me, for me, and were showing their fabulous bodies happily. I looked at Emma's breasts across the table, bumps too shallow to cast shadows, and Lucy's, shapely and pert, and sighed audibly.

Emma followed my eyes and smirked. "Getting worked up ready for later, are we?"

I shook my head. "No, I was just realising how amazing it is to be looking at your tits while I sip my wine. How did this happen?!" The girls just grinned. "Anyway, crikey, I think I'm finished for the day. Three's enough at my age, my knob needs a good night's sleep." It was true, I was feeling particularly shrivelled and limp, unused to so much action.

Emma gave a mock pout, but Lucy threw a comforting arm around her shoulders. "I'm sure we'll think of something to pass the time if Dan wants an early night."

"Oh, I didn't say that," I protested. "The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak. That bit of flesh, anyway, I think the rest of me's OK."

We sat out in the still evening watching darkness creep across the sky from the east, stars pricking through it. A pair of owls tu-whitted and tu-whooed, and bats flitted about chasing moths we couldn't see. For a lot of the time we didn't speak, and I reflected on what the day, and the sex, had revealed to me. Perhaps my emotions were heightened like a teenager's by proximity and intensity, but I'd felt strongly connected with Emma after this morning, the conversation on waking, and then how we'd made each other come so hard. I wanted to think it wasn't just how turned on the taboo made us both, but a link which might go beyond the sex. And then there was Lucy, my mild workplace crush. I'd learned so much more about her in the 48 hours we'd been here, how she worked, how she thought, and I'd found it very attractive. When we'd fucked I'd felt the attraction to be mutual: I read in her a need similar to my own. Where did that leave me? Falling in love with two women? It wasn't quite that, but it was clearly more than a physical thing for all of us.

When we climbed into bed we left lamps on and didn't bother with the covers, tacitly acknowledging that we weren't going to sleep quite yet. Emma put herself in the middle, and we hugged and kissed, Lucy and I overwhelming her small frame from each side. Emma lay on her back and luxuriated in the affection as we bathed each side of her face and neck with our lips and tongues. I slid a hand up from her waist and stroked and lightly squeezed her breasts, and her dark nipples stiffened and wrinkled as I played on them, running my fingers over her small areolae, gently pinching, and she sighed and looked down at my hand from her pillow. Lucy's hand stole in the opposite direction, to Emma's thighs, teasing up the inside of the nearest, and down the other one, and repeating. Emma moaned and drew up her knees, letting them fall to either side so that she was spread and available. My cock stiffened despite itself, but not fully, and a dull ache confirmed that its efforts were half-hearted.

I continued my attention to Emma's breasts, Lucy continued her slow caressing circuit of her legs, and Emma bit her lower lip, breathing heavily through her nose, staring down her body, tilting her pelvis hopefully each time Lucy's hand approached her sex, whimpering when it skipped past to the other thigh. I too stared at Lucy's hand on its languorous journey, and ground my groin into Emma's thigh in anticipation each time it travelled upwards, exhaling in frustration when it failed to stop. Emma's patience was greater than mine. At the stage when I'd have been begging for Lucy's touch Emma seemed to be engaged in a battle of wills with her, determined not to ask, while clearly desperate to be stimulated, penetrated, released, her thighs stretched wide, her pelvis thrusting.

I sat up to view better, and gasped to see Emma's sex so open, vibrant pink, lips neat and aligned but shining wet, vagina revealing itself, clitoris barely restrained by its hood. As I watched, a droplet of milky liquid formed below her vagina and remained there, despite another twist of Emma's pelvis, and she sighed again as Lucy's hand drifted past to alight just beyond her outer labia.

On the next circuit, however, Lucy relented, and her fingertips dropped to trail lightly, briefly, across Emma's lips, right to left, eliciting a groan as Emma strained her neck to peer down. Next time round Lucy's fingers fell lower, pulling at one inner lip and smearing juices towards Emma's thigh. The following round of Emma's thighs was the last, Lucy shortening the radius of her tours so that now her fingertips stroked Emma's fleshy outer labia, up one, across just above her clitoris, down the other, and back a hair's breadth below her vagina, moistening themselves at this low point to form a wet trail as they ascended again. Emma whimpered, head back on the pillow, staring up blankly, breathing hard.

Lucy maintained her sweet torture for another minute, while Emma's hips heaved and her sex dribbled juices, spread efficiently by Lucy until Emma's vulva shone in the lamplight. I took in the whole of the body lying before me, slim, small, delicately curved, with pure, pale, clean skin from her pretty face, down her chest and stomach, over the belly, and the hairless groin which so enthralled me, and along the soft, white flesh of her thighs and calves. I watched her chest rise and fall, the thrusts of her pelvis, her arm squeezing Lucy's shoulders and her fingers stretching and flexing on Lucy's ribs, her eyes roaming the ceiling, every part of her so alive, healthy, dynamic. I couldn't imagine anything more perfect and alluring. As I watched her squirm beneath Lucy's fingers I wanted to intervene, to relieve her, to plunge my own fingers into her and to massage her clitoris so as to free her from Lucy's torment, though I knew this was only a projection of my own impatience.

But now Emma cracked. "Please, Lucy...!" she begged, her voice high and strangled. Lucy smiled and kissed Emma's cheek, then slid down the bed, disengaging herself from Emma's arm and from the leg which had been hooked over her. I held my breath as she slid further, daring to hope, and sighed aloud as she ducked round Emma's knee to lie, propped on her elbows, between her thighs. She glanced up at me with a flicker of a smile, recognising from my sigh how much I wanted to see what was about to happen, and admitting how much she wanted me to watch her do it, this act she had only had performed upon her by a woman for the first time this morning, and which she herself had never performed before.

She looked up at Emma, her face only inches above Emma's splayed sex. Emma gazed back, mouth open. "Yes! Oh God, thank you, yes!" she breathed. Lucy lowered her head, and ran the tip of her tongue slowly, gently, from vagina to clitoris. Emma moaned loudly and fell back to her pillow while Lucy sucked in her lips and explored the new taste. I watched in wonder as Lucy dipped her head again, extended her tongue fully, and immersed it between Emma's inner lips, her head bobbing and her jaw working as if she were sharing a passionate kiss, pushing as deep as she could manage into Emma's vagina. She lapped at Emma's lips, both sides, thoroughly, and between them, and Emma writhed, her hips rocking.

Emma's hand slipped between my legs and grasped my prick, still valiantly hard, and wanked gently. She looked up at me, panting lightly. "In my mouth!" she commanded, and urgently, "Please!" She turned her head to the side and opened it wide, and I swung round to kneel by her, pressing forward to slide my cock in. This was something she wanted to experience, for herself more than for me, to feel her mouth full of cock while she was licked, like Lucy had described earlier. She hummed as she took in a couple of inches, bobbing her head enthusiastically and wetly, and pushed forward for more, another inch, and further, as much as she could cram inside. The sight of her lips stretching so tightly around my shaft was obscene, but the sensation of her tongue on the underside of my head was fantastic. The wet, sucking flesh of her mouth pulled and caressed my aching prick each time she drew away and I wondered if I'd be able to manage a fourth orgasm after all.

Lucy, meanwhile, was applying a series of long, slow licks, from Emma's anus to her clit. Emma twitched at the two moments of intensity at the start and end of these strokes, and occasionally gasped around my penis. Again Lucy was teasing her, merely brushing over her most sensitive parts, and Emma strained her hips forward each time Lucy approached her clitoris, falling back with a disappointed whine when Lucy lifted her head to return to the start.

Eventually it was too much, and Emma released my cock to raise her head and reach her hands down, taking Lucy's face between her hands and pleading, "Lick my clit! Just lick my clit!"

Lucy smiled up at her and whispered, almost inaudibly, "OK," and maintaining eye contact began to probe with her tongue.

Emma kept hold of Lucy's face and stared into her eyes for a short time, then collapsed back, giving way to her impending climax. Lucy's fingers pulled at Emma's groin to expose her clitoris fully, and she began a steady, rhythmic stroking with the length of her tongue. Emma mewed her pleasure, eyes now closed, and as Lucy increased the pace, recommenced thrusting her pelvis. When Lucy sealed her lips against the soft skin around Emma's clit and moved her head rapidly back and forth, licking hard, Emma cried out and reached for Lucy's face again, giving a long wail, hips shaking, head tipped back, the intense orgasm wracking her body. She ground her sex against Lucy's mouth, moaning with each thrust of her hips, and Lucy bobbed her head, still licking.

Emma slowed and stopped, and relaxed into the bed, eyes clamped shut, breathing deeply, and released Lucy's face. Lucy pulled back, her mouth and chin, even her neck, shining with Emma's juices. She looked at Emma's sex, as did I, lips widely spread, her wetness smeared over her thighs and dripping from her vagina, so beautiful, a perfect vision of sex, dazzling, ecstatic, fulfilling sex, relished by this lovely body.

My heart pounded, though my penis had finally given up the ghost. I lay down alongside Emma and nuzzled up to her ear, and she gave a quiet moan of satisfaction before turning to me. Our mouths met, tongues reaching deep inside, twisting and sliding together. It ended when we both felt hair tickling over our faces, and looked round to see Lucy looming over us, on her hands and knees, straddling Emma's hips, her gorgeous tits hanging down. I withdrew to let her and Emma kiss - in truth I wanted to watch. They looked at each other, playfully teasing with the tips of their tongues, catching each other's lips in their own, and finally embraced fully, mouths crushed together.

"You taste different from me," announced Lucy as she raised herself to sit astride Emma. "Maybe... sweeter?"

Emma giggled. "Yeah, you're a bit more umami."

"That figures," I mused, and Lucy threw herself on me in a mock attack, arms and legs wrapping round me.

"How... very... dare you!" she panted as we wrestled.

Emma laughed aloud. "But all minges taste different. In my experience." We stopped fighting and looked round, seeing her smug expression, and came together for a hug.

"Lucy," Emma broke in, "are you sure that was your first time?"

Lucy smiled. "I just did the things that I like."

"You've left a wet sticky mess down there!"

"Mm," I interrupted, "sounds delicious."

Emma's eyebrows shot up. "What, do you want to kill me?! No, I'm all orgasmed out for today, like you. But thanks for the offer!"

"Oh, imagine dying of cunilingus, though!" sighed Lucy. "S'pose I should get you a towel or something," she conceded, pushing herself up and padding off to the bathroom.

I was allocated the middle berth again, which was great apart from the wet patch, though to be fair it was sexy to think how it had come about, and I stopped noticing it after a few minutes, as we all drifted off to sleep.

*************

I woke to the sound of birds in the trees outside the chalet, and a low sun sneaking through the blinds, painting yellow stripes on the wall alongside the bed. Lucy was again sleeping the sleep of the just, and Emma had her back to me. I tentatively brushed her shoulder with the back of two fingers, and she rolled over with a smile, spreading into a broad grin as she peered over me and saw Lucy.

"Clear conscience!" she whispered.

"What have we done that's so bad, then?" I mouthed, resting a hand on her waist.

"Mm, I don't know, Uncle!" she smiled back, looping an arm round my neck and bringing the tip of her nose to rest gently against mine.

"Oh, what's a little bit of incest between friends?" I asked.

"Relatives," she corrected me, her whispered breath hot against my mouth.

I bit my lip, thrilled again at this thought, and Emma read my mind, or felt the same thrill, closing in to kiss me, and we kept our eyes open as our tongues twisted together. My prick surged to its fullest, no signs of the previous night's aches, in time to greet Emma's hand thrust down between us, and gripping it firmly.

Her eyebrows rose. "Feeling better?" she teased, and I nodded. "Where had we got to yesterday morning?" she asked, with a wicked smile, and rolled back to face away from me again, a trailing hand pulling at my hip.

I closed up to her, my cock slipping between her soft, welcoming buttocks, and my arm wrapping round her small body. "I think we were here," I breathed into the back of her neck, my kiss causing a shiver in her shoulders.

"Actually, I think we were here," she corrected me again, taking my hand and placing it decisively on her right breast. Her nipple was hard beneath my palm, and I massaged around it, and felt across to find its sister, stroking, squeezing gently, feeling her chest expand with her deepening breath. I pressed my groin to her, relishing the softness of her bum, roused by the stimulation from rubbing my penis against her body, rock hard, and breathing into her ear.

Emma's hand found my hip again, and stole between us once more, cupping my balls briefly, then working upwards, seeking my prick, finding it, grasping, pulling it, and I understood what she wanted. I shifted my hips back a fraction and she was able to free it, now positioning it between her thighs, where I felt the heat from her, and soft skin. She released me, but only to reach down in front of herself, lift one leg, and press my shaft with her fingers to slide against her hot, wet sex. "I want your cock inside me," she whispered. She arched back, tilting her pelvis, and I retreated a fraction, then edged forward. Her fingertips pushed down on the head of my prick, guiding it into herself, and I gasped as I entered her, the hot wetness closing around my first inch just as her mouth had the day before.

I pushed in, and now felt resistance from her vagina stretching to accept my cock. Emma gave a low moan, and I wondered if we would again wake Lucy. I edged back, and in again, a little further, taking advantage of how wet she was, easing slowly into her. It took several goes, backing off and pressing forwards again, slowly, gently, each time a little further, before my shaft was sufficiently lubricated to slide fully in. Emma's vagina was small, and she moaned quietly at each deeper incursion, adjusting with slight movements of her hips so that she could accommodate me. I sighed against her hair from the exquisite pleasure of her flesh gripping so tightly around me, from the joy of her wanting me in her, and of course from the intoxication of transgression, to be fucking my niece.

I hooked my arm under her raised leg to support it, the knee pointing to the ceiling, and to allow closer contact, deeper penetration. I slowly buried my cock inside her, as far as I could from this angle, pulled out and thrust in again, panting with the excitement, doubled as I listened to Emma's breaths and sighs. As I fucked her my hand glided down her smooth thigh and found her sex, lips slick with her fluids, and my fingers explored where we met, slipping over her skin, her grip on me tightening even more as she tensed when I brushed her arse. Still I fucked in and out, and Emma made a small, quiet cry with each thrust. My fingers reached her clitoris and stroked softly, and Emma's cries grew louder, her hips grinding back to meet my lunges.

I was aware of the mattress moving before I saw Lucy, inevitably woken by our increasingly noisy intercourse. She climbed over my feet to sit on the edge of the bed in front of us, one foot on the floor, the other leg tucked beneath her, naked and beautiful as ever, hair draped across both shoulders, messy from her sleep. Her face was impassive, but her parted lips and staring eyes betrayed excitement as she gazed at us, our faces, our entwined limbs, my fingers, and our fucking. She sighed heavily, and her shoulders rose and fell, and she bit her lip as she looked us up and down. She twisted her tucked leg further around, and her own sex was displayed before us. She licked two fingers, swiftly brought her hand down, and began to masturbate, the fingers describing small circles around her clit.

"Oh God!" Emma exclaimed, staring back at Lucy, then looking over her shoulder to meet my eyes. "Fuck... fuck...!" Although she was holding my gaze while she said this, it seemed to be more exclamation than exhortation, as though she was struggling to process what was happening. She craned her neck to look between her legs, at where I was inside her, and now whispered, "More - I want more in me." Lucy moaned and slid her fingers up and down her slit, wetting them and probing her vagina.

"On your knees," I ordered, and we contrived to turn over without disengaging, so that Emma lay with her chest on the bed, head turned to face Lucy, her knees planted wide apart, and her hips up. I knelt behind her, holding her hips, my own against her backside, still inside her, perfectly positioned to give her what she'd asked for. I pushed in further, gently, slowly, until my pubes pressed hard against Emma's groin.

"Oh God, yes!" she moaned. I withdrew and pushed in again, a little quicker, and she groaned. "That's good, yeah. Now fuck me! Fuck me like this!" I took up a rhythm and fucked firmly into her, deep, colliding with her at each stroke, revelling in how tightly her small vagina squeezed me, but how wet and smooth she was, how luxurious. The tip of my cock started to meet her cervix, and she hesitated, testing the sensation, before urging me on, "Yes, it's good, go on, fuck me, yes."

I sensed her excitement building, and that neither of us was going to last long. The intensity of this moment, fucking this wonderful, small, pale, smooth body, fucking this beautiful woman, this beautiful person, fucking Emma, all this was conjuring waves of bliss through my mind and body. Emma's face, mouth open and slack, eyes directed at Lucy but glazed, moaning each time I plunged into her, betrayed a similar overwhelming rapture. Her right arm was reaching down, jammed between her body and the bed, her elbow making rapid movements as she too wanked herself, rubbing her clit while I filled her, and her fingertips bumped against my shaft.

I fucked harder, now sweating as I rammed my prick into her, crashing against her buttocks, bottoming out inside with each thrust, and she twisted round awkwardly to look up at me, imploring, her voice high-pitched, "Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" spat out each time I slapped against her, closing in on her climax.

I felt my own orgasm marching in, and I gritted my teeth, hoping we could finish together. Emma's cheek lay against the mattress, her eyes rolling, her breath panting out in moans, her fingers clawing the sheet. I heard Lucy gasp, and glanced round to see her fixed on Emma's face, fingers flying across her clit, then hunching over in the throes of orgasm. And now a buzz of electricity shot down my spine, my stomach muscles clenched, and I felt a jolt from my groin as I ground into Emma for my final thrust, burying my cock deep in my niece's fabulous cunt. "Emma, yes, Emma!" I called, my come bursting into her, streams pulsing out of me, filling her. Emma gave another long moan, and her hips pushed back a final time before she folded on to the bed, horizontal, face down, me on top of her, covering her completely, still inside her, gripped and massaged by the last spasms of her tight sex.

We lay still for a minute, breathing hard, not speaking, and Lucy lay down alongside us. Our faces were both turned towards her and she reached out a hand to stroke Emma's cheek and then mine. Her eyes flicked between ours and eventually she smiled, and spoke. "Morning!"

Emma giggled beneath me, and my cock slipped out of her, so that she giggled again. "Oh, it's all running out of me!" she complained, voice muffled by the mattress. It did feel very mushy down there.

"Well, we don't have to sleep on this sheet again," Lucy reminded us. It was our final morning.

"Lucky really, it'll be a bit crusty by tonight," I observed.

"Ohh, you're nasty," came the muffled voice.

"Seems like it's you that's nasty!" Lucy responded. "Last night, and now this. Got to be a bit grim down there. You want the first shower?"

"If you can get this lump off me." I pushed myself up to sit astride Emma's thighs, admiring her pretty bum, her labia nestled below, sperm running down to the sheet and smeared across the back of her leg by my cock. I tickled her sides and she screamed, and Lucy leapt into the fray, knocking me sideways. In seconds we were a tangle of writhing and tickling limbs and bodies, and in a minute we were a panting heap, laughing and teasing each other.

We were quiet as we went through the routines of showering, breakfast and packing. Clothes were dropped on to chairs, ready for inescapable reality. We had a final naked hug, with tender kisses, and Emma shed tears. And finally we dressed and made our way back to reception to check out.

The journey home was cheerful but felt unreal, conversation a little forced, except when we shared our dismay and discomfort at the sensation of clothes clinging around our bodies. We joked about spending the evening naked at my house, and ordering pizzas so the girls could freak out the delivery guy, but we knew we had lives to get on with. Lucy dropped off Emma and me and we said a sad goodbye, though I'd see her at work the next day - we were both terrified of bursting into laughter and having to explain ourselves. Emma was heading back to London the next day too, but promised Lucy that she'd come back and stay as soon as she could, and would bring forward her date for moving down here.

Lucy expressed her envy that Emma and I had an additional night together. It really was strange, trying to fit our burgeoning three-way relationship into the bland reality of this boring urban afternoon, but there was enough of a spark, a small fire even, that we were optimistic, each confident of the other two, that we cared for and trusted each other, and knew we wanted to explore further.