Ménage à Trois (Chapter 4) - Three friends on a day trip to France

Explicit - Ménage à Trois started off as a short account of three friends on a day trip to France. As the saying goes, the story 'grew like Topsy' as additional encounters were incorporated. It now consists of five chapters. These are best read in numbered order. The story is sprinkled with French expressions that are used in the English language - see if you can spot them. The story gets more explicit the further it goes.

Chapter 4 - The Guesthouse

We walked back to the car with just one more task to complete - the main reason for our trip, to stock up with cheap beer and wine in the hypermarkets close to the terminal. We located the car and set off back towards the Eurotunnel. We hadn’t got far before we started seeing signs warning of delays and disruption.

 

“Does that affect us?” Keely asked, sounding concerned.

 

“Our ticket allows us to travel at any time within twenty-four hours of when we departed so we’re not tied to a particular crossing.” I explained, “But it looks like we may have to queue; they’ve probably diverted the ferry traffic to the Eurotunnel. I suggest we get our booze as quickly as possible and then start queuing. Perhaps we’ll find out more at the hypermarket.”

 

I parked up as close as possible to the entrance of the store. It was really busy. We noted that many people were just mooching about and not buying much. Then we found out why. The blockade at the port had been extended to the Eurotunnel. There would be no shuttles leaving tonight. Disconsolate, we completed our shop and loaded it in the car.

 

“What do we do now?” Lucy asked, as we sat in the car surrounded by bottles and cases of wine and beer, and a selection of cheeses.

 

“We could have one hell of a party!” Keely joked, “Although there’s not much room to dance.”

 

“If what they’re saying is to be believed, there won’t be any crossings until tomorrow morning at the earliest.” I said, “So, as I see it, we either join the queue now and stay in the car overnight. Or we try to find a hotel or bed and breakfast and come back to the terminal when things have quietened down. What would you like to do?”

 

“I don’t fancy staying in the car all night.” Lucy said, “So I vote for a hotel.”

 

“Me too.” Keely said, “That cheese is only going to get riper!”

 

“Okay. We’ll try and find a hotel or guest house.” I said, “I don’t suppose it’ll be easy. All those travelling by ferry would have had first dibs.”

 

“I can start ringing around in advance.” Lucy said, “Keely, you look up contact numbers on your phone and I’ll call them. Baz, you drive around just to see if there are any vacancy signs up. I suggest we head a bit further away from the coast to stand a better chance.”

 

We agreed that sounded like a plan. Lucy can be quite sensible at times.

 

I’d been driving for nearly an hour, getting further and further away from the port area, there had been no signs of any vacancies anywhere. In all that time, Lucy had been phoning hotels, guest houses and bed and breakfast lodgings. They were all fully booked. Needing a break, I pulled into a car park; the light was starting to fade.

 

“I give up!” Lucy said, frustration in her voice, “It looks like we’ll be sleeping in the car after all.”

 

Keely had got fed up searching the internet for numbers and had been distracted by her new boots.

 

“These boots are really nice. Thank you Baz.” she said.

 

“You’re welcome.” I replied, "Anything for my favourite girls."

 

"Aww, that's sweet." Keely said, “Remember Caroline put her card in the box and said we should call her if we had a problem? I’ve found her card. Perhaps we should call her?”

 

“I think she meant a problem with the boots, not with life generally!” Lucy sniggered.

 

“I don’t know. It may be worth giving her call and explaining our situation. She may have a suggestion. Perhaps somewhere off-grid maybe?” I said, getting desperate.

 

“I could try. Anything would be better than spending the night in the car.” Lucy said, sounding despondent.

 

Keely handed Lucy the card and Lucy keyed the number into her phone. We heard it pick up after a few rings. Lucy had quite a conversation – in French - with, we assume, Caroline. At times it sounded quite desperate, at times, amusing. After several minutes Lucy ended the call.

 

“Well?” Keely said, keen to know the outcome.

 

“Caroline says she’ll try to help. She can’t promise anything though. She’s going to phone a few contacts and then give me a call back in a little while.

 

“She remembered us then?” I asked.

 

“She remembered showing us her knickers!” Lucy laughed.

 

“And more!” Keely sniggered, “Wasn’t she gorgeous?”

 

We all agreed that she was stunning. And then we sat in silence waiting for her to call back. I don’t know what the girls were thinking about, but I was revelling in the fact that I’d unexpectedly seen three different girl’s pussies today. And the one I desperately wanted to see, Lucy’s, was right next to me riding shotgun in the passenger seat! Just thinking about it being so close was so arousing.

It was nearly half an hour before Lucy’s phone rang. When it did, it made us all jump, I think we’d dozed off. Lucy had another long, animated conversation, then rang off again. To my mind, the tone of the conversation seemed quite positive. And so it proved.

 

“Caroline has confirmed that most places are fully booked. But she has a friend that has a small guest house not far from here. She has one room vacant. She is reserving it for us. I have the address.”

 

“Let’s go then!” I said, firing up the engine.

 

Within ten minutes we were pulling into the drive of a typical French suburban house. It didn’t look much like a guest house. We were welcomed at the door by a medium height, medium build woman, who was probably in her forties but dressed and styled to appear about ten years older. She had light blond hair that was tightly pulled back into a formal bun that I later found out was known as a ‘Chignon Bun’. Her appearance was that of a stern school mistress. I wondered if she ever let her hair down, both literally and metaphorically. She spoke only French so we were reliant on Lucy yet again. I noted that the woman was very conservatively dressed in a below-the-knee, plaid skirt, and a high-necked, cream-coloured jumper; and she had a silver cross on a chain around her neck. I hoped she wasn’t so religious that she would object to a chap and two girls sharing a room. She didn’t show any outward sign of being shocked or provoked by our presence. Perhaps she was more liberal than she appeared. Certainly her welcome was warm and friendly; her soft smile was hospitable and put us at ease.

The house was arranged over three storeys. The ground floor had a hallway, lounge / dining area for guests’ use, and a kitchen. The first floor had three guest bedrooms, and the second floor housed the private family accommodation. The woman led us up some stairs to the first floor and showed us into a small, sparsely furnished bedroom next to the stairs. When I say sparsely furnished, I mean it had a double bed and a small chest of drawers, that was it. To be fair though, there was little room for anything else. However, the room was pleasantly enough decorated, and appeared to be clean. She then walked us down a short hallway at the end of which was a small bathroom with a toilet. Again, this room appeared to be spotlessly clean. The woman explained to Lucy, who then explained to us, that these facilities were shared with four other guests. Unfortunately, she only had the small room available, the other two being occupied. The stairs up to the next floor had a chain across with a sign saying ‘Privé’ hanging from it.

The woman then quoted us the rate per night for the room, which given the demand, actually wasn’t too bad. She left us alone to contemplate whether we wanted to stay or not, making some excuse that she had to attend to something in the kitchen.

“Well, what do you think?” Lucy asked, “It’s a bit small isn’t it? And I’m not keen on sharing a bathroom.” she continued despondently.

 

“At least it’s clean. And it’ll be more comfortable than kipping in the car.” Keely observed, more upbeat, “It’s only for one night and it’s reasonably priced given the circumstances.” she continued positively.

 

“I guess beggars can’t be choosers.” I said, “We’ll be lucky to find anything else now.”

 

“Shall we take a vote on it?” Lucy proposed. I could tell she didn’t want to stay.

 

“I vote we stay.” Keely said.

 

“Me too.” I said.

 

“I guess I’m out-voted then.” Lucy conceded.

 

After a few minutes the woman returned. Lucy told her we’d like to take the room. There followed a short conversation in French which led to an embarrassing misunderstanding. The woman asked if we’d like the room for three people (Pour trois personnes?). Rather than just replying ‘Yes please’, Lucy actually replied ‘Un plan à trois’ — a threesome! The woman gave me a knowing look, and I’m sure she actually winked faintly.

Embarrassed by her faux par, Lucy quickly changed the subject. She explained to our hostess that, because we were only here for the day and hadn’t intended to stay over, we had no luggage or toiletries. The woman seemed understanding and said she could provide towels. She then gave directions to a local shop where we may be able to get some basic provisions. I was duly dispatched to get what I could. The girls stayed in the room.

 

I found the shop after a five-minute walk. As you can imagine from a local shop in a residential area, it didn’t offer much choice. I got what I thought the girls would consider essential items: three toothbrushes, a tube of toothpaste, three flannels, shower gel (I had noticed the bath had got an integral shower) shampoo, deodorant, and hairspray. I was still full from the excellent dinner we’d enjoyed earlier, so I just got some snacky bits – crisps, chocolate and a selection of pastries that were on offer at the end of the day. When I eventually got back to the guest house – having taken a wrong turning(!) - I took a couple of bottles of wine out of the car. I traipsed back up the stairs and went into the room. I proudly put my purchases on the chest of drawers. The girls were sitting on the bed.

 

“Have you seen the ‘elephant in the room’?” Lucy asked.

 

I looked around. I couldn’t see anything to concern me. The room was barely big enough to hide a cat, let alone an elephant.

 

“Lucy means can you see a problem that is very obvious but we’re ignoring it?” Keely explained unnecessarily.

 

“I know what she means.” I said.

 

I looked around again. Still nothing struck me.

 

“No. Sorry.” I said, “You’ll have to give me a clue.”

 

“We’re sitting on it!” Lucy expounded.

 

“The bed?” I questioned.

 

“Exactly! THE bed. There is only one!” Lucy exclaimed, “And there’s three of us!”

 

“It is quite a large double so we should be able to all fit in.” I said, not appreciating that lack of space wasn’t Lucy’s issue.

 

“Lucy’s not worried about the size of the bed. She’s just never shared a bed with a chap before!” Keely explained, “I think she’s worried you’re going to take advantage of her whilst she’s asleep.” Keely laughed.

 

The prospect hadn’t crossed my mind – until now! Suddenly I had this vision of climbing on top of Lucy’s prone body as she slept and sliding my erect member inside her cute little virgina. I shook myself to dispel the image.

 

“I suppose I could kip on the floor if it worries you that much.” I said, quickly bringing myself back into the present.

 

“Don’t be silly. There’s plenty of room.” Keely said, “I’ll sleep in the middle then you’ll have to climb over me to get to her. And if you get on top of me there is no way I’m letting you passed!” she giggled. I wasn’t sure if it was said as a threat or a promise!

 

“And that way you won’t hear her snore quite as much – she’s like the Hogwart’s Express when she gets going!” Keely laughed.

 

“I am NOT!” Lucy exclaimed.

 

“Happy with those sleeping arrangements?” I asked Lucy, “I am if you are.”

 

“I wouldn’t say I’m happy about it. But I’ll put up with it.” Lucy confirmed.

 

“Okay. Shall we have a party?” I said.

 

I’d had the foresight to buy some paper cups when I’d done the ‘essentials’ shop. I opened one of the bottles of wine and poured us all a cup.

 

“Cheers!” I said, “I’ve got some catching up to do. I haven’t got to drive until the morning, so I can relax and have a drink – or two.”

 

“Cheers!” Keely said, “After the two bottles we had in the restaurant we’re already well ahead in the drinking stakes.” she giggled, "We're probably both a bit tipsy!"

 

“À votre santé! Cheers!” Lucy said, “Let’s see what goodies you’ve managed to get.”

 

“Don’t get too excited.” I warned them, “The shop was on the verge of closing for the night.”

 

I spread out all the food on the bed and we sat around as if we were having a picnic (un pique) as Lucy informed us. I must admit it wasn’t the healthiest of meals but it turned out to be appetising and tasty. We had traditional croissants of course, ours were filled with chocolate and almond paste, Pain au Chocolate, Madeleines, cheese Gougères, Chouquettes and Financier – which we particularly enjoyed. Lucy explained that she could make these rectangular, smooth, moist, buttery, almond cakes, and promised to cook us some when we got home.

 

As we tucked in to the food and chatted about the day’s events, I kept our glasses topped up. We finished one bottle and started on another. It turned out to be a really relaxed, convivial evening – quite a party in fact. In a way, the disruption to our plans had turned our day-trip into a mini getaway. It was just like being on holiday. I always enjoyed time spent with my favourite girls, so I was in Seventh Heaven as we sat and nattered.

 

The small room soon got quite warm with the three of us in there. And I’m sure the drink was having a warming effect on us too. Not for the first time today, Keely undid a couple of buttons of her stripey shirt and opened it up to reveal a bit more of her lacy blue bra. Of course, I couldn’t resist looking at the splendid view of her exposed cleavage. Keely seemed completely unphased by how much she was showing, even though I’m sure she knew I was looking.

 

“I’m stuffed!” Lucy said, “This has been lovely but I don’t think I can eat another morsel.”

 

“Me neither.” Keely concurred.

 

They both lay back on the bed completely sated. I must admit they looked so cute – and vulnerable – as they lay there side-by-side. I found my member stiffening up again as I viewed them.

 

“I’m going to have a quick shower.” I said, “You two going to be alright?”

 

“Mmm.” Keely replied, “I’m too full to move.”

 

“Me too.” Lucy added.

 

Whilst I’d been to the shop, our host had dropped off three freshly laundered, gloriously fluffy, white bath towels. I picked one up and made my way down the corridor to the bathroom. Thankfully it was unoccupied. I entered the bathroom and shut the door behind me, sliding the bolt across to prevent anyone accidentally walking in on me. The shower was easy to operate and pleasantly warm. Once I’d finished my ablutions I dressed again, wishing that I’d got a change of clothes to put on. I put a liberal sprinkling of my new aftershave on, then returned to the girls.

 

I found them awake but still laying on the bed. They propped themselves up on the pillow as I entered the room.

 

“Mmmm. You smell nice.” Keely sighed, “Is that your new aftershave?”

 

“It is.” I confirmed, “If you recall you said that if you smelt a man wearing it you’d be tempted to go straight; rip off all your clothes and throw yourself at him.” I reminded them.

 

“I’m SO tempted.” Keely laughed, “Do you think you could handle the two of us?”

 

As usual when the conversation turned a bit fruity, Lucy could be depended on to change the subject.

 

“How was the shower?” she asked.

 

“It was good. I feel much better for it.” I said, “I hadn’t realised how gungy I felt.”

 

“I guess we ought to shower before bedtime.” Keely said, “I feel a bit dirty too.”

 

“We couldn’t’ have you feeling dirty when you come to bed now could we?” I winked at Keely.

 

“Naughty!” she said, and tossed a pillow at me.

 

I poured myself another wine. Despite what they had said, neither of the girls moved, and showed no inclination of moving either.

 

“Just watch out for the pretty, young Swedish girls in Room One next to the bathroom; they have a habit of leaving their door open when they’re changing.” I said.

 

I don’t think I’d ever seen the girls move so fast! They were up and off the bed in seconds. They grabbed a towel each and virtually run down the corridor to the bathroom.

 

I lay on the bed and supped wine from my paper cup for about half an hour whilst the girls were in the bathroom. I was starting to feel a bit tipsy, and I hoped it was having the same impact on the girls; perhaps even reducing their inhibitions slightly. Lucy was a lot more outgoing after a few drinks – and they’d been drinking most of the day! I heard the girls giggling as they made their way back along the corridor. I got up off the bed and poured them another wine each.

 

“Idiot!” Keely shouted as she entered the room.

 

“Swedish girls indeed!” Lucy said, sounding miffed as she realised they’d been duped.

 

“I had to think of something to rouse you.” I laughed, then handing them each a cup of wine, I added, “Night cap?”

 

The girls took their wine and sat down on the bed next to me; at last seeing the funny side of my wind-up. We’d nearly finished our drinks when suddenly Lucy jumped up off the bed.

 

“Oh My God!” she yelled, “What are we going to wear to bed? I’ve just realised we’ve got no night things!”

 

“We’ll just have to wear our undies.” Keely reasoned.

 

“We can’t do that!” Lucy exclaimed, sounding horrified at the prospect, “Baz will see!“

 

“I don’t suppose you’ll mind will you Baz?” Keely laughed, “It’ll be too warm to keep our clothes on.”

 

“Not at all.” I confirmed, “In fact, do you want me to get ready first?”

 

Now, there was method in my madness. If I got undressed first I was less likely to have an erection than if the girls were to go first. It also meant I could lay on the bed and watch the girls undress. I thought Keely would be brave enough to do it but I doubted Lucy would.

 

“What? Here, in front of us?” Keely said sounding excited.

 

“Of course.” I said, ”There’s only room to get undressed one at a time. So it’ll have to be right here in front of you.”

 

“Yes please!” Keely grinned, “This’ll be fun!”

 

I stood up and the girls shifted on the bed to get a better look. The room was so small that I was barely a metre away from them.

 

I was a lot less nervous about stripping in front of Lucy and Keely than I had been in front of Collette earlier. I guess the drink was making me less reserved. I’d already taken my shoes off before getting on the bed, so I removed my socks. I then lifted my polo shirt over my head and removed it.

 

“Nice!” Keely whistled, “Not a bad bod!”

 

I moved my hands to my belt and unbuckled it. Then I unfastened the top button of my jeans and slowly slid the zip fly down. I noted that Keely shifted still closer, and even Lucy was taking an unnatural interest in what I was doing. I gripped the top of my jeans and pulled them down over my thighs and knees. When they were around my ankles I reached down and pulled them off entirely. Despite my best effort I could feel an erection forming as I stood there in full view of the girls in just my blue boxers. I just hoped it would stay inside my boxers, although I could feel it trying to burst out. The girls peered at my swelling, even Lucy was transfixed.

 

“You’ve got an erection again haven’t you?” Keely laughed, “Give us a peek! You know that Lucy found it fascinating when you had one earlier in the shoe shop. I said then that you should show it to her later. Now’s your chance!” Keely sniggered.”

 

“Keely!” Lucy scolded her.

 

“Admit it Luce, you want to see it!” Keely grinned, "You told me earlier you'd never seen one close up."

Lucy didn’t confirm or deny. As for me, I was feeling daring now, less inhibited. I gripped the top of my briefs and lowered them enough so that the girls could see the base of my cock and a little bit of shaft.

 

“A bit more?” Keely teased, "We want to see all of it!"

 

“I think you’ve seen enough.” I sniggered, “For now.” I added suggestively.

 

“You mean we might see a bit more later?” Keely grinned.

 

“Perhaps.” I said, non-committedly, “Who is next?”

 

The girls looked at each other and not surprisingly it was Keely that stood up. I took her place on the bed next to Lucy. I noticed that Lucy glanced down at the bulge in my pants as I sat so close to her. I was tempted to take Lucy’s hand and place it between my legs so that she could feel it.

 

Obviously I’d seen Keely in just her undies earlier today, so there was no sense of mystery, of surprise. I did recall how sheer her panties were and how easy it had been to discern her cute little pussy. I was much closer now, and the lighting was superior to that in the changing cubicle. I should get an even better view of it. My manhood was already stirring even more in anticipation.

 

Keely smiled at us, “Well here goes.” she said, “Enjoy the show!”

 

Like me, Keely had already removed her footwear. She pulled off her socks and tucked them into her discarded leather cowboy boots. She’d only got a couple of buttons still done up on her pink and white striped shirt; she undid these and opened  her shirt up to reveal her lacy blue bra. She completely removed her shirt. Although I’d already seen her like this earlier today it still made me gawp as I took in the splendour of her naturally well-formed breasts. I was less in shock than I had been at the clothes shop so I could appreciate Keely’s body more this time. She was slim; her stomach was flat; taut even. She had a cute belly button, which I noticed was pierced. I’d missed that detail earlier.

 

She turned her attention to her faded blue jeans. She unbuckled her belt, then undid her fly buttons at the front. As she did so her blue panties gradually came into view. She slowly lowered her jeans so that her undies became more visible. Eventually she dropped her jeans completely and stepped out of them. I got another great view of her sexy, micro-French knickers. Just as I hoped they would be, the sheer chiffon material was even more see-through under the bright lights of the bedroom. I had a clear view of her tight little pussy.

“Do you like my French knickers? Rather appropriate don’t you think?” Keely asked as she turned around slowly and we got a cheeky view of her peachy bottom.

 

“Keely, you do know your knickers are really see-through don’t you?” Lucy said.

 

“I thought they might be.” Keely replied light-heartedly, “Can you see much?” she asked, not seeming too concerned.

 

“I can see everything!” Lucy responded, “And if I can see it, I’m sure Baz can see it too!”

 

Keely looked at me, “Can you?”

 

“I can! It all looks rather cute from where I’m sitting.” I replied, not taking my eyes off her (or it!).

 

Keely didn’t seem at all embarrassed that I could see her gorgeous pussy. She made no attempt to cover it up. She saw I was staring at it and smiled. She stepped even closer to me so that she was within touching distance. It was as if she was tempting me to pull her tiny panties down and see her adorable little pussy completely exposed; maybe even touch it. My cock was stiffer than ever and it felt as if it was directing me to pull Keely’s knickers down and let it at her. It was SO tempting!

 

But what she did next astounded me even more. Keely put her hands behind her back and unclasped her bra. Lucy anticipated what she was about to do.

 

“Keely!” she exclaimed, “What are you doing?”

 

“What’s up? You know I rarely sleep in a bra.” Keely replied.

 

“But? Tonight?” Lucy said, aghast, searching for the right words, “Are you really going to show Baz your tits?”

 

“I don’t suppose he’ll mind!” she laughed, “Will you Baz?

 

I was speechless. I just shook my head, not believing what was about to happen. Keely took her arms from the straps and let the blue garment fall away. When it was completely off, she tossed it to the floor with her other clothes. I had visibly and audibly gasped as her breasts were revealed; she made no effort to cover them. They were magnificent! I was close enough to see every detail of her bare boobs. They were much fuller than Lucy’s. They were perfectly formed, with no hint of sag. Her areolae were only slightly darker than the surrounding skin. Her nipples were erect.

 

“Well?” she said, “I bet you didn’t expect to see these?” As she spoke she cupped her boobs and gave them a squeeze.

 

“Wow! They’re great!” I said, gawping at them, “Lucy’s a lucky girl.” I added.

“Aren’t I just! I never get tired of seeing them. Or playing with them.” Lucy sighed, “I’m not too keen on sharing them though.”

I had a rousing vision of the girls playfully fondling each others boobs. I hadn't taken account of the fact that the girls were getting turned on seeing one another strip.

 

“Had a good look?” Keely said, “If so I’ll join you on the bed and we can watch my girlfriend strip together. That should be fun!”

 

I nodded. Lucy very deliberately and reluctantly stood up. She looked horrified at the prospect of undressing in front of us – well in front of me! Keely, in just her sexy knickers, joined me on the bed.

 

“Shall we watch her from under the covers?” Keely said, provocatively "It'll add to the enjoyment."

 

Keely pulled the covers back and climbed into the centre of the bed. As she did so the crotch of her French knickers gaped open giving me an exciting glimpse of her exposed pussy in all its silky-smooth glory! Keely guessed what had happened.

 

“You saw it then didn’t you? My pussy?” she asked, seemingly unconcerned at what I'd probably seen, "I said this'll be fun!" she giggled.

 

When I confirmed that I had, I seemed more embarrassed than she was. I could feel myself blushing. I climbed in bed beside her and Keely pulled up the covers. We puffed the pillows up so that we could sit up in bed ready to watch Lucy. I glanced across at Keely, sitting so close to me, with her breasts on full display. At this distance I could discern all the details of her areolae and nipples; I noticed her nipples were very erect. In profile, her breasts looked even fuller and more magnificent.

 

“You’re supposed to be watching Lucy, not staring at my tits!” she scolded me.

 

“Sorry!” I apologised, “It’s just they look so stunning.”

 

“Thank you.” she said, “You may get to feel them later.” she continued mischievously.

 

Not believing she was serious; I switched my attention to Lucy. I could see the sheer dread on her face as she faced us and realised what she was expected to do. I’m sure she was wishing she’d gone first now. She’d already taken off her Chelsea boots.

 

“Well here goes.” Lucy said, her voice quaking, “I can’t believe we’ve got to do this. It’s a good job I’ve had a few wines! ”

“We’ve both done it.” Keely said supportively, “Honestly Luce, it’s not too bad.”

As Lucy was distractedly removing her socks, Keely leant in close and whispered in my ear.

“Things are starting to get interesting now. This will be exciting!”

I gasped as I felt Keely’s hand on my thigh just below where my shorts finished. Meanwhile Lucy had removed both her socks and had started - reluctantly - to slowly unbutton her black, silk blouse. When all the buttons were undone she opened her blouse up to reveal she was wearing a rather racy, red lacy bra. She removed her blouse and neatly hung it up to prevent creasing.

As we were so close I could see that her nipples were quite prominent. I wondered if they were always like this or if she was aroused. Although her breasts were small, certainly a lot smaller than Keely’s, they were rather cute. Her stomach was flat and her hips wide. She had a well-defined pelvic v-line that disappeared suggestively into the top of her faded blue jeans, drawing the observing eyes to her more intimate private area. I noticed too that she had an endearing little belly button.

 

My erection hardened even more and pushed against my boxers. Keely must have sensed the reaction. She moved her hand up inside my boxers and I felt her fingers wrap around my aroused member. I gasped as she started gently playing with it.

“You don’t mind me doing this do you?” she whispered, "I've not felt one of these for ages."

 

“Mmmm..” was all I could manage by way of reply.

 

I continued to watch Lucy, desperate for her to take off her jeans. Although it was exciting to see the girls’ breasts, I was a ‘leg and bottom’ man. I knew Lucy had a cute bottom from the way she filled her tight jeans. I really wanted to see it without the jeans. But I also knew how shy Lucy was; I doubted very much that she would do it.

 

Lucy breathed deeply, then slowly, deliberately, moved her hands to the top of her faded blue jeans and un-popped them. I was wrong – she was going to do it! She gradually undid all the buttons on the fly and then opened them up to reveal she was wearing tiny red lacy panties that matched her bra. Little-by-little she eased her jeans down until they were around her ankles. She then reached down and pulled them off entirely. When they were completely removed, she laid them neatly on the cupboard.

 

Her red panties were no more than a petite thong with a small triangle of red lace covering her pussy. I was barely two feet away and could discern the outline of her slit. Like Keely, she was as smooth as a baby ‘down there’. I gasped, not believing she’d done it. When Lucy had turned to put her jeans on the cupboard, her pert bottom came into view. With only a red string tight between her bum cheeks she appeared virtually naked. I so wanted to pat her cute tush. In all the years I’d known her I’d never seen anything like this much of her before.

 

She stood courageously in front of us with her arms at her sides, putting on a brave face. She smiled, but it was a defiant smile rather than a joyous one. Contrary to everything she was feeling, she tried to convince herself this was not really that bad. She felt herself blushing profusely.

“Don’t get your hopes up, I’m not taking MY bra off.” Lucy said, “You’re lucky I’ve gone this far; I’m not happy about it. I’ll just tidy my clothes then I’ll join you in bed. And Baz, I want you to look the other way when I’m getting in the bed.”

 

“Okay. I will.” I promised.

 

I guess Lucy had clocked what had happened when Keely had climbed into bed, and the unexpected view I’d enjoyed. Whilst Lucy was looking in our direction, Keely just held my rigid member, but as soon as Lucy looked away, Keely played with it again. Keely leaned in close to me once more.

 

“There’s no reason why I should have all the fun. Feel free to help yourself.” she giggled, “You know where it is.”

 

Naively, I wasn’t sure what Keely was intimating, so I was hesitant. She took hold of my right hand and slid it under the covers. She placed it on her panties, they felt so silky. I could feel her pubic mound. I pushed her panties down slightly and started to gently stroke her labia.

 

“Mmm. That’s nice.” Keely whispered, “I thought you’d find it.”

 

It was so thrilling fondling each other under the covers in such close proximity to Lucy who was oblivious to what was going on as she busied herself tidying her clothes. It was exciting enough just watching Lucy in her bra and knickers; but on top of that, Keely was getting slightly more vigorous with her actions and I was desperately struggling not to groan with pleasure. Trying to stifle my gratification only added to its intensity. I thought ‘It’s a good job I’d emptied my balls earlier with Collette, there is no way I could hold back otherwise!’ Keely inclined towards me again and whispered in my ear.

 

“I bet you’d like to get Lucy’s panties off and feel her pussy too wouldn’t you?”

 

I didn’t know how to answer; Lucy was Keely’s girlfriend after all. But she was right, I’d desperately like to feel her pussy. Just seeing it would be a delight.

 

“Maybe later.” Keely said naughtily, “We best stop. Here she comes.” she added.

 

We both withdrew our hands from where they’d been busy. Lucy went to climb in the bed and I dutifully looked away.

 

“There’s three in the bed, and the little one says, ‘Move over!’” Lucy joked in an attempt to overcome her obvious embarrassment with humour.

 

Keely moved closer to me. Lucy laid down and pulled the covers up. Although we weren’t quite packed in like sardines, we didn’t have much room in the bed either. We all lay on our backs to start with and I could feel Keely’s virtually naked body pressing against mine. It felt so sensual, so exciting.    

 

“This is cosy.” Keely laughed, “It’s lucky we’re all good friends!”

 

“Let’s hope we all still are by the end of the night!” I joshed.

 

“You never know, we may be even better friends.” Keely said, seductively, “Although I’m hemmed in on both sides it does give me an advantage.”

 

I wasn’t sure what Keely meant, and then I felt her hand wrap around my penis and stroke it again. I gasped. At the same time I heard Lucy yelp; I guess Keely had used her other hand to grope her too.

 

“Is everyone okay for me to switch off the light now?” I said, worried that Lucy may see my reaction to Keely’s fondling.

 

“Shouldn’t we kiss each other goodnight first?” Keely suggested, provocatively, “I’ll go first.”

 

Keely turned to face me. As she did so she pulled the covers down so that her breasts were almost completely exposed. I swivelled around to face her. She leant in and kissed me full on the lips; her nipples pressed against my bare chest.

 

“Goodnight Baz.” she said, “Thank you for a wonderful time. And thank you for our super boots.”

 

“Goodnight Keely.” I replied, “Thank you for showing me so much today.”

 

She smiled at me and giggled, “You’re welcome. You can’t beat a bit of sightseeing.” And with that she lowered the covers slightly more so that I had an even better view of her sumptuous breasts.

 

I just wanted to wrap my arms around her and pull her in even tighter. Keely winked at me then then twisted around to face Lucy. As she’d got her back to me I took the opportunity to push the covers down slightly further so I could see a bit of her cute bottom. I noticed she hadn’t pulled her panties up from when I’d pushed them down earlier. Her backside was so slapable. Keely and Lucy locked lips in a passionate kiss.   

 

“Goodnight Luce.” Keely said, “Thank you for being a wonderful girlfriend; and a great interpreter.”

 

“Goodnight Keely.” Lucy said, “Thanks for being a wonderful girlfriend, and for being such great fun to be with.”

 

Keely returned to lying on her back.

 

“You two next.” she instructed, “Come on, don’t be shy.”

 

This was going to be awkward. Keely knew it and I guess that’s why she had proposed it in the first place. I propped myself up on one side and leaned across Keely’s prone body: my erection brushing across her torso. I noticed Keely smile as she felt it. Lucy leaned across from the other side. Because she’d only got small tits, her bra didn’t fit that snuggly; a gap opened up between her breasts and her bra allowing me to see down inside her cups and view her exposed cute nipples, which were still prominent.  We kissed each other briefly on the cheek.

 

“Come on you can do better than that!” Keely admonished us, “You’re in France, I want  to see a bit of passion. At least kiss each other on the lips!”

 

In all the years I’d known her, I’d never kissed Lucy on the lips, or done anything passionate. In fact we’d hardly ever kissed at all. We embraced each other and kissed, if not with unbridled passion, at least with feeling, and we held it for more than a few seconds. It sent shivers down my spine and rippled throughout my body like a pebble cast into a lake – I’d waited years for that moment!

 

“Goodnight Luce.” I said, “Thank you for being my best friend, and for sharing a bed – and your girlfriend - with me.” I added jocularly.

 

“Goodnight Baz.” Lucy said, “Thanks for being a good friend, and for our splendid boots, and for showing us your penis! And my girlfriend is only on loan, so don’t be getting any ideas!” she added.

 

We all laughed out loud to that. Having finished our audition for ‘The Waltons’ I switched the light off. It was a starry night, and there were streetlights as well so it wasn’t that dark. I could still see Keely in quite clear detail. Keely had turned on her side again and was cuddling up close to Lucy. I turned to face them as well and pressed in as close as I dare to Keely’s back so that we were spooning. I wasn’t unduly worried that my erection was pressing against Keely’s bottom, or that she would undoubtedly feel it doing so. She didn’t object to it, and she certainly didn’t try to move it. I put my arms around her and lightly caressed her breasts as she did the same to Lucy.

 

I was so excited laying there next to the girls that there was no way I was going to sleep. All my senses were heightened and alert. My eyes had adapted to the slightly reduced light and I could see every detail of Keely lying next to me, down to the individual soft, silky hairs on her head. My ears picked up every breath, every moan, every whimper. My nose sensed their gorgeous perfume, their hairspray, their bodywash, even their unique odours. I could feel Keely against my skin, and I sensed every movement they made, however slight. In fact, I could virtually taste her, she was so close.

 

I’d been laying like that for about half an hour, completely intoxicated, when my ears picked up another sound: Lucy snoring. As Keely had intimated, it was loud and rhythmic; she had likened it to a train, and she wasn’t far wrong! I listed to the regular sonorous beat which was like someone sawing wood. I found it soothing rather than disturbing. I felt Keely shift her position cautiously. She turned to face me.

 

“Are you still awake?” she whispered, barely audible over the noise emanating from Lucy.

 

“Yes.” I whispered back.

 

“Lucy’s gone to sleep.” Keely murmured.

 

“You don’t say!“ I whispered sarcastically, “So I can hear!”

 

I saw Keely smile.

 

"I told you she was loud." she mouthed, “Would you like to carry on where we left off?"

 

“How do you mean?” I mouthed back. It was late, I was slow on the uptake, okay.

 

Her hands were inside the covers and I felt her wriggling. She was careful not to wake Lucy. As she fidgeted I wondered what on earth she was doing. Eventually her hands came out from under the blanket; she was clutching her blue panties.

 

“I’m completely naked now.” she whispered, “Care to join me?”

 

I was shocked at Keely’s forwardness. But I guess I shouldn’t have been after everything else she’d done today. I squirmed my boxers down to my ankles and slid them off. I showed them to Keely.

 

“Snap! I said, “I’m naked too!”

 

She giggled. And then I felt her wrap her hand around my erection again. I fumbled my way to her pussy and started rubbing it.

 

“Mmm. That’s nice.” she said, “I’m used to Lucy touching me down there and her hands are really soft. It feels strange to have a man’s hands touch me. Nice though.”

 

I felt her legs part and her pussy open. I slipped my fingers in and fondled her inner sanctum. In response she started rubbing me more determinedly. She pulled my foreskin back and gently caressed the head of my sensitive cock. I wanted to moan vociferously with pleasure but I was afraid of waking Lucy. I controlled my inner urges to be more expressive. But I had a greater urge building up – I desperately wanted to put my cock where my fingers were currently exploring. I knew that would be even more inappropriate to what we were doing already. Fortunately, Keely spoke and distracted me from that chain of thought.

 

“Do you mind if I look at it, your 'todger' I mean?” she whispered, “It feels quite impressive.”

 

Before I had chance to answer, Keely had pushed the covers back to expose my manhood. It was standing bolt upright like a lighthouse or, I suppose given our whereabouts, like the Eiffel Tower!  I heard her take a sharp intake of breath as she saw it. Now, I’m not endowed like a porn-star, but I must admit that, in the half-light, it looked quite imposing standing to attention like a guardsman. In pushing the covers back, Keely had also exposed her own naked body. I gazed in wonderment at it. Despite the subdued light, I was so close I could see every glorious detail. She was absolutely stunning, like a center-fold model. She saw I was gaping at her and smiled enticingly, her cheeks dimpling delightfully.

 

“Help yourself.” she uttered.

 

I needed no further encouragement. I leaned in close and kissed her erect nipples. I felt her shudder. I played with them with my mouth and tongue, sometimes sucking, sometimes plucking, sometimes licking. I felt her nipples hardening. I put my hand up and squeezed her breasts, they were so firm yet so pliable.

 

“Mmm, I’m enjoying that way too much!” she simmered.

 

She had gripped my penis and was stroking it gently. I pushed my head into her gorgeously soft and sweet-smelling hair and nuzzled her neck, kissing her tenderly just below her ear lobe. Simultaneously, I was softly rubbing her delectable little pussy.

 

“Keely, you know I think you’re gorgeous; I fancy you so much.” I whispered, “I desperately want to make love to you.”

 

“And I want to feel your penis inside my pussy so badly.” she murmured, “It’s a long time since I’ve had a real one in there. I guess that’s the downside of being bi in a relationship with a lesbian.” she sighed.

 

“But you know I can’t?” I said, unable to hide the frustration, disappointment, and regret in my voice, “I love Lucy too much to go behind her back and make love to her girlfriend.”

 

“It’s a bummer isn’t it?” Keely agreed, “Thank you for being so respectful, and honest. I love Lucy and there’s no way I would put our relationship in jeopardy by having sex with her best friend.”

 

“I can’t put my friendship with Lucy - and you – at risk either. However much I would have enjoyed our love making I’m sure.” I conceded.

 

“We’ve had fun though, haven’t we?” she giggled, “And there’s no reason that can’t continue."

 

To prove her point, she took hold of my balls and gently massaged them; her fingers were so magical. Then she gave my penis a more vigorous rub. We laid like that for a while. Keely softly rubbing my penis, and me lightly caressing her pussy. It felt so comfortable, so soothing, so natural.

 

“How long have you been best friends with Lucy?” Keely asked, out of the blue.

 

“We’ve been friends for over ten years. And best friends for the last seven or eight of those. Why do you ask?” I replied.

 

“And in all that time you’ve never seen her Au naturel? Naked?” Keely enquired, “You’ve never seen her naked?”

 

“Don’t be silly!” I shrugged, “Tonight’s the first time I’ve ever seen her in just her underwear. Not for want of trying I may add!”

 

“I bet!” Keely giggled, “I think we ought to fix that don’t you?”

 

“There’s no way Lucy would agree to that.” I said, “You know how shy she is. I was utterly shocked how far she went tonight. She’d never go any further than that.”

 

“Not for you no; but for me she would.” Keely said cryptically.

 

“How do you mean?” I asked, my curiosity roused.

 

“When we’re intimate at home we often undress each other - completely.” Keely stated matter-of-factly, stressing the ‘completely’, “I could do that now and she probably wouldn’t even notice.” Keely continued.

 

Initially the mere thought of Keely and Lucy undressing each other [completely!] and getting intimate rendered me speechless. Then Keely proposing to remove Lucy’s underwear left me gobsmacked. She wouldn’t, would she?

 

“Wouldn’t it be fun if I strip her, then we swop places so that when she wakes up in the morning she finds the two of you lying together butt naked?” Keely grinned, “In fact, all three of us butt naked!” she giggled.

 

“I’m not sure Lucy will see it that way. You know how reluctant she was to even just share a bed with me. You had to sleep between us.” I reasoned, “If at the start of today I’d been told I was going to see this much of you both I wouldn’t have believed it. To be honest, if I didn’t see any more, I would be more than satisfied.”

“You would like to see her naked though wouldn’t you?” Keely persisted, “You must have imagined what her tight little pussy looks like? And her adorable tits? Not forgetting her peachy bottom?”

 

“What about you?” I said, “Are you sure you don’t mind me seeing your girlfriend naked?”

 

“Honest, I don’t mind.” Keely admitted, “It’ll be fun.”

 

“It would be astonishing if I did.” I admitted, still not believing Keely would go through with it.

 

Lucy continued to snore, but not quite so loud as she had been previously. She was still sound asleep. Keely stopped rubbing my penis and rolled over to face Lucy who was lying on her side facing away from Keely. I could barely believe it as Keely pushed the covers down too expose Lucy’s near naked body. She unclasped Lucy’s red bra. Keely then wrapped her arm around Lucy and embraced her. As they hugged, Keely encouraged Lucy to roll over so that she was lying on her back.    

 

I watched in wonderment as Keely carefully manoeuvred Lucy’s arms from the straps and slowly peeled her bra away from her breasts. When she’d removed it completely, Keely tossed the bra to the floor. With Keely''s encouragement I leaned over so I could get a better look. I was merely inches away and could see every detail of Lucy's cute, bare breasts. As I’ve said before, Lucy’s boobs are quite small, but to my mind they were perfectly formed. They appeared lusciously firm, tipped by two-pence-piece-sized reddish-brown areolae and small but prominent nipples. Her nipples were erect, suggesting she was turned on by the embrace she shared with Keely.

 

I guess my eyes must have looked like they were about to bulge out of their sockets; never in a million years did I expect to be able to see, so close and for so long, the uncovered chest of my long-term best friend - someone I had ogled many times over the years. I could barely contain my excitement at what I was seeing; I took in every detail noting that her areolae were perfectly round and smooth. Needless to say my penis reacted at what I was seeing.

 

“I can feel your stiffy against my body.” Keely laughed, “Well, what do you think about seeing your best friend topless?”

 

“Stunning!” I replied. “You were right – they’re adorable!”

 

I couldn’t take my eyes from them, and my erection was firmer than ever – if that was even possible.

 

“I said they were cute! I bet you didn’t expect to see them tonight?” Keely laughed, “I can tell from your erection that you’re enjoying what you see.”

 

“I never expected to see them in my lifetime!” I grinned, “But I’m so glad I did. Thank you! And I’m sorry that my member is pressing against you.” I added.

 

“Give me your hand.” Keely instructed, “And don’t worry about your penis, I enjoy it touching me, it feels nice.”

 

I gave Keely my hand. She took hold of it and placed it delicately on Lucy’s nearest breast. I cupped it cautiously and squeezed it with care. It felt so firm and compact. I stroked her nipple. Lucy gave a satisfied murmur that made me jump. Although she remained sound asleep, amazingly she stopped snoring.

“At least I know how to stop her snoring.” Keely giggled, “I just need you to squeeze her tits!”

 

“Anytime.” I said, “Only happy to assist.”

“I’m sure you will!” Keely smiled, then continued, “Lean across me and kiss them.” Keely instructed.

I leant across Keely’s prone body and lightly kissed Lucy’s nipples. Despite her being asleep I noticed they stiffened. She had a contented smile on her face – so did I!

 

“Careful!” Keely warned me with a snigger, “Your penis is getting extremely close to my pussy! We wouldn’t want it to slip in now, would we?”

 

I apologised and backed off.

 

“Now for her panties.” Keely smiled, “Are you ready to see your best friend's pussy?”

 

I could only nod in anticipation. I’d lost the capability of speech. Keely moved her hands to Lucy’s waist, then gripped either side of Lucy’s tiny red panties. I still couldn’t believe she was going to go through with it. She started to slowly lower them, gliding them down from her hips. As the panties sunk lower, the top of Lucy’s slit came into view. I gasped. I was transfixed, completely in awe. Keely continued to lower Lucy’s panties so that her whole pussy was exposed. She methodically peeled her tiny thong right down passed her knees and ankles until they were totally off. She tossed them onto the floor.

 

“Now she’s naked just like us.” Keely giggled, “Shall we swap sides so you can get a proper look?”

 

Keely laid flat on her back and I moved over top of her, facing her. When I was directly above her I brushed her tousled hair from her face; I couldn’t resist kissing her lips, feeling her tits, and lowering my penis so it pressed against her. I felt her take hold of my manhood and position it so that it brushed lightly against her pussy. She lifted her hips up and I thrust down. Suddenly I was inside her! We moved rhythmically up and down a couple of times in our embrace before I realised what was happening. I quickly withdrew.

 

“I’m so sorry!” I said, “I don’t know what came over me!”

 

“It was my fault!” Keely said, “And I do know what came over me!” she sniggered.

"Nothing came out." I confirmed guiltily, "Honest."

"No harm done." Keely grinned, "It never happened. No one needs to know. Let's just forget it. Okay?"

"Okay." I confirmed, relieved, but knowing I'd never forget what just happened between us.

 

I rolled off her so that I was now lying next to Lucy. My heart was racing as I looked down at her naked body. I couldn’t help myself but mouth, “Wow!” as I got a proper sight of her vulva for the first time. In the many years I’d known Lucy I’d often imagined what she’d look like completely naked, especially 'down there'. And here she was – she didn’t disappoint. She’d got her legs slightly apart so that virtually everything was on display. As I’d ascertained from her tiny panties, she kept her pubic area shaved. I was so close I could discern the fine stubble around her slit. I could see her pink-coloured hole with her clitoral hood slightly sticking out between her vaginal lips. I’m not an expert on women’s private parts, but I’d say hers was small, tight, and very cute.

 

“Are you just going to stare at it or are you going to touch it?” Keely asked, “She likes it when I stroke it.”

 

I hesitated and then I lightly put my fingers on it and started gently rubbing it. Lucy gave a deep sigh. Even though she was asleep I felt her legs spread a bit wider and sensed her vulnerable pussy unfold. Just as I had with Keely, I slipped my fingers in and massaged her virginal opening and clitoris. Her clit was no more than pea sized. Lucy moaned even louder and her pelvis started gyrating. I could feel her getting damp. I desperately wanted to climb on top of her and slide my erection inside her.

 

“She’s enjoying that way too much!” Keely giggled, “Wait till I tell her in the morning.”

 

“Please don’t do that!” I said, genuinely worried, “She’ll never speak to me again.”

 

“I think you ought to stop now.” Keely said, “I’m getting jealous.”

 

“I’m so sorry, I forgot she is your girlfriend.” I said, “I got carried away.”

 

“Oh, it’s not that, I want you to finger mine again before we go to sleep.” she chuckled.

 

We were all lying on our backs now, naked. We had closed in so that our bodies were touching along their whole length. I was in the middle with Lucy to my right and Keely to my left. It was a warm night so we had the covers at waist level so that the girl’s boobs were exposed. I put my right hand between Lucy’s legs and my left hand between Keely’s legs. I gently rubbed both their pussies. Keely had taken hold of my penis again and was tenderly caressing it. Like this we gradually dozed off to sleep, soothingly content.

The following morning we were awoken by bright sunlight streaming in through the window of the small bedroom. We all stirred within seconds of each other, no doubt aided by the closeness of how we were reposing. During the night the girls had shifted together to embrace each other. I was caught in the middle of their pincer movement like a tree embroiled in ivy. Both Lucy and Keely had wrapped one of their gorgeous legs over me. I could feel their delightful pussies pressing against my thighs, and their adorable tits resting on my chest. They were snuggling me as if I was a cuddly teddy bear; their heads nestling under my neck, their hair soft against my skin. I could sense their warm breath circulating my neck like the summer breeze. They smelt delightful. What's more, I could still feel fingers wrapped tightly around my member like a baby gripping a comfort blanket. For my part, I had my arms around them resting my hands on their bare buttocks. I can’t recall ever being so comfortable, so contented. I could’ve stayed like that forever. Neither of the girls seemed too keen to stir either.

Eventually Keely removed her hands from beneath the covers and looked at her watch.

 

“Morning Baz. What time did the lady say we could have breakfast?” she asked.

 

“Morning Gorgeous.” I replied, “Between eight and nine I think.”

 

“It’s just gone eight. I suppose we ought to get up.” Keely added, without much enthusiasm, “I feel like I could lay here like this all day. I’m so snug and cosy.”

 

"Me too." I said dozily, then realising something, “Keely, if you’ve got both your hands out, who is holding my dick?” I questioned.

 

Keely lifted the covers up to expose all our naked bodies. Sure enough, it also revealed that Lucy had her fingers tightly wrapped around my member, which, probably due to her stimulation, was humming its own version of Oasis’ ‘What’s the story, morning glory’!

 

“Lucy!” Keely exclaimed feigning disgust, “Have you seen where your hand is?”

 

Lucy was the least awake of the three of us. She looked bleary-eyed down at what she was holding. As soon as she realised it was my erect penis she let go of it as if it was a red-hot poker.

 

“I’m so sorry!” she blurted guiltily, “I honestly didn’t know!”

 

Although she released her grip I noted that she carried on looking at it in all its glory. Then realisation of a number of factors started to sink in Lucy’s consciousness. Firstly, she noticed that I was lying next to her rather than Keely occupying that position as she had been when we first got into bed. Secondly, I was totally naked and she could see all of me, including a completely unrestricted view of my manhood. She was certainly making the most of that unrestricted view; her eyes were bulging wide and her mouth was open; I honestly thought she was going to dribble. Then she looked over me and saw that her girlfriend was naked. Lastly, awareness struck that she was totally bare too!

 

“Oh My God!” she yelled, sounding horrified “I’m naked!”

 

“We all are!” Keely confirmed, “Fun isn’t it?”

 

To emphasise the point, Keely pushed the covers back even further. We all laid on the bed completely starkers with everything out in the open. Although Lucy’s pussy was exposed she was still too dozy to cover it up.

 

“But how?” Lucy asked puzzled, “I’m sure I had my undies on when I got in bed?”

 

“Can’t you remember what you did last night?” Keely questioned, “Or rather what WE did?”

 

“I remember we said ‘goodnight’ and I vaguely remember us having a kiss and a cuddle.” Lucy said hazily.

 

“We did. Is that the last thing you remember?” Keely pressed, “I know you were a bit tipsy but I didn’t think you were that bad.”

 

“Oh, I remember I kissed Baz.” Lucy admitted, “At least I think I did.”

 

I was glad she remembered that; I certainly did. I looked at Keely and noticed a mischievous glint in her eyes and a wry smile forming that caused her dimples to deepen, she looked radiant. It was the same wicked look she’d shared with Lucy when we had gone in the shoe shop. I knew she was scheming something, probably something devious.

 

“So you can’t remember what else happened?" Keel;y quizzed.

"Not really." Lucy admitted, "It's al a bit of a blur."

"So you don't remember pulling Baz’s boxers down and playing with his thing?” Keely said.

 

“I didn’t, did I?” Lucy said tentatively.

 

“And you can’t recall stripping off your bra and knickers and showing everything to Baz, and even encouraging him to touch you?” Keely continued.

 

“I wouldn’t do that.” Lucy said, but her voice betrayed her uncertainty.

 

Keely then looked at me and smiled impishly to ensure I played along with the wind-up.

 

“Baz, did Lucy let you touch her?” she asked, sounding a bit like a lawyer cross-examining a witness.

 

“Yes. “I confirmed, I least I didn’t have to lie. I suppose she HAD let me touch her but she didn’t know much about it as she was asleep.

 

“Where abouts?” Keely persisted.

 

Now this was going to be embarrassing! I hesitated. Keely repeated the question. I took a deep breath. I could feel Lucy staring at me. I could feel my face flush. I knew she would be horrified to learn the truth. Keely nodded at me to encourage me to answer. I took another deep breath.

 

“I felt her boobs.” I admitted.

 

Lucy gasped. She shook her head. Crestfallen.

 

“Is that it?” Keely urged, “Anything else?”

 

“And her bottom?” I acknowledged.

 

“And?” Keely persevered; she wasn’t going to let this drop until I’d mentioned everything.

 

“And. And her pussy.” I finally confessed hesitantly, "I felt her pussy."

 

Lucy gasped again. She shook her head in disbelief.

 

“I thought I was dreaming.” Lucy disclosed, “But I admit it did feel so real.”

 

So she had felt me stroke it! Even though she was asleep. That would explain the moans and the way she had opened her legs. Keely was like a dog with a bone now, she wasn’t going to let go.

“When you say you felt it, what did you feel it with?” Keely asked.

“With my fingers.” I replied truthfully, “I stroked it.”

“Is that all?” Keely persisted.

I looked at Keely bewildered; she knew that’s all I’d done. What was she trying to get me to admit to?

“It's just when I woke up you two were at it like a pair of rabbits!” Keely divulged, “All I could see was Baz’s bare bottom bouncing up and down on top of you.”

 

This was certainly news to me! But I realised straight away it was all part of Keely’s wind-up.

 

“I can’t remember that.” Lucy squirmed, “Surely I would’ve remembered that? I’ve never 'done it' with a chap before! I've never had a man's 'thingy' inside me!” She sounded horrified at the prospect of what we may have done.

 

“You hear that Baz? She can’t remember making love to you, even though you were her first. That’s not nice is it?” Keely said. I could see that she was struggling to keep a straight face now.

 

“He was pounding you so hard I bet your pussy is sore?” Keely said to Lucy, "And it's such a big 'thingy'!"

 

“It doesn’t feel sore.” Lucy said, rubbing in between her legs.

 

“I bet it’s red though?” Keely insisted, “Let’s have a look.”

 

Keely leaned over. Without questioning, Lucy opened up her legs to display her pussy.

 

"It looks a bit red to me." Keely said, "Do you think it looks red Baz?” Keely asked, inviting me to look.

 

Lucy opened her legs even more so that her pussy opened too. Then, unbelievably, she put her fingers either side of it and spread it even wider. I bowed my head in close. I’d never ever had such an intimate view of any girl’s vulva, yet here I was getting a forensic gynaecological view of my best friend’s most intimate parts. I was incredulous at the view I was enjoying. I tried to recall my school biology lessons as I identified the various parts: Mons pubis, Labia majora, Labia minora, Vaginal opening, Urethral opening, Clitoris. I found it much easier to recognise the different elements on Lucy than I had done on the plastic model at school. If only Lucy had been available then!

“Does it look okay?” Lucy said innocently, sounding genuinely concerned.

 

“It looks fine to me.” I assured her, observing every splendid detail, "Perhaps you can open it up a bit more?" I urged.

“Yes, I think you can go wider than that.” Keely encouraged, struggling to control her giggling.

 

To be fair, it was a bit red – and very cute. Lucy dutifully spread her legs a bit wider and used her fingers to open her pussy even broader. I was amazed how elastic it was. It had appeared so small and tight to start with.

"Is that better?" Lucy asked naively

Keely couldn’t hold on any longer. She spluttered, grimaced, and contorted her face as she tried to suppress her laughter. She quickly returned to her side of the bed and buried herself in the covers to hide her amusement. We could feel the bed shake with her hysterics. I was still in shock at how much I’d seen. I laid back down, my penis pointing skyward again – not surprisingly.

 

“What’s so funny?” Lucy asked, still unaware that she’d been on the receiving end of one of Keely’s infamous pranks.

 

Keely emerged from the covers grinning from ear to ear, her dimples more pronounced than ever. She had tears of laughter running down her face.

 

“I’m so sorry Luce.” she laughed, “Last night I promised Baz that I’d get you to show him your pussy. I thought that if I convinced you you’d made love together you might examine your pussy for evidence and we’d get to see it. Although I must admit I didn’t expect you to give him such a good view!”

 

 “So we didn’t have sex?” Lucy said, sounding relieved.

 

“No. I made all that up.” Keely said, not quite truthfully.

 

“Unfortunately.” I added, truthfully.

 

“Thank God!” Lucy sighed thankfully, “You had me worried there.”

 

I had to admire Keely’s guile. She’d got Lucy to show me her pussy at really close quarters – something that she wouldn’t ordinarily do in a million years – and at the end of it to actually be relieved that she hadn’t gone further. In fact, she was now quite relaxed that she was naked next to me with everything on display.

 

“If it’s any comfort, he’s seen my pussy too.” Keely said by way of consolation, “And we’ve both seen his todger. In fact, it’s still sticking up proudly now!” she laughed.

 

“Isn’t it just! I was so excited just to get a peek of it earlier and now I can see all of it, and really close too!” Lucy grinned, not taking her eyes off it, “I still can’t believe I was actually holding it! I've never felt one before let alone hold one!”

“Well, you’ve certainly held one now!” I grinned, “I’m pleased it was mine.”

“I guess we ought to get up and get dressed otherwise we’ll be late for breakfast.” Keely sighed, “I wouldn’t want to upset our host.”

 

“She does look a bit strict.” Lucy said, “As you’ve both had a good look at my pussy, and a huge laugh at my expense, would you mind if I got dressed first?”

 

Keely and I couldn’t really argue with that so we agreed that Lucy could get dressed first. She swung her legs out of the bed and stood up. I moved over and sat on the edge of the bed. I didn’t want to miss this! Lucy didn’t try to cover up at all even though she was aware I was watching every move of her gorgeous, naked body.

Now that she was standing up her cute little bottom looked even more adorable. She bent over to pick her little red panties up off the floor where Keely had tossed them, and I couldn’t resist spanking her bare bum cheeks. She turned to face me, but rather than a look of embarrassment or anger on her face that I was expecting, she had a look of playfulness. In a way it was even more worrying.

 

What she did next took me completely by surprise. She pushed me back on the bed and straddled over me, holding my arms down with her legs. The mere thought of Lucy kneeling over me and us both being naked was completely beyond my wildest dreams, but here she was doing just that. My erection and Lucy’s pussy were touching. As she’d got her legs spread I could see that her vulva was open wide just begging to be filled; it was red and glistening. If Lucy hadn’t pinned my arms down I could easily reach down and push my erection in. I desperately wanted to. But it was Lucy that reached between our legs and took hold of my erect member. She wouldn’t, would she? I gasped as I felt her move it, but she didn’t put it in, she moved it to one side. Then she took hold of my ball-sac and squeezed it, not enough to hurt but enough to warn me who was in control – and it wasn’t me! I took a sharp intake of breath. She leaned over me. I noted that even though her breasts were small and firm, they couldn’t prevent gravity having an impact. They slumped so that her erect nipples rested on my chest. She had a roguish twinkle in her eye.

 

“That was naughty!” she said, “We know what happens to naughty boys don’t we?”

 

I felt her grip on my balls tighten slightly. I winced even though it wasn’t that painful – yet. It was Keely that answered.

 

“Naughty boys get punished!” she said, a wicked smile across her face, her dimples well defined yet again.

 

“They do” Lucy confirmed, “You best remember that!”

 

As Lucy spoke she gave my balls another little squeeze, the most painful yet. I grimaced this time for real. I couldn’t believe how quickly she’d gone from having never held a cock to confidently squeezing my balls. She got off me, stood up and slid her tiny panties on. I watched her little slit disappear like an old friend leaving forever. She bent over to pick up her bra, tempting me to slap her bottom again, but remembering what she had said, and fearing the consequences, I resisted the temptation. She put her bra on. I recalled how excited I’d been just a few hours earlier when I’d seen Lucy in her undies for the first time. Now it was almost an anticlimax. She put her jeans and shirt back on and finished by sitting next to me on the bed and pulling on her socks and boots.

 

“My turn next!” Keely said, as soon as Lucy had finished, and before I’d had chance to react.

 

Just as Lucy had done only moments before, Keely swung her legs out of the bed and stood up. I knew Keely was a lot braver than Lucy so I wasn’t at all surprised that she didn’t endeavour to cover anything up. She delighted in the fact that I’d be watching every move of her stunning, naked body. Just as with Lucy, now that she was standing, her bottom looked magnificent. She bent over enticingly to pick up her little blue knickers, knowing full well the tempting view that I was going to get. I could see her cute little butthole. It was too much for me. I stood up, took aim, separated her peachy bum cheeks, and slipped my erection between them. Bullseye! I grasped her by the waist and pulled her slowly into me. Although it was a really tight fit, she worked her way willingly up my member until her bum cheeks were pressing against the base of my shaft. Still bending over she then started little backwards and forwards motions. I gasped with delight.

 

“Mmmm That’s nice!” she murmured, “But it’s also very naughty!” she continued.

“Very naughty!” Lucy repeated, “What did I say?”

 

“Naughty boys get punished!” I said, very softly.

 

“That’s right. They do.” Keely grinned, “Shall we?” she then said to Lucy.

 

Lucy nodded and smirked. Keely extricated my member from her bottom and pulled on her French knickers. They both moved towards me still smirking excitedly. In a masochistic way I was looking forward to my ‘punishment’. I wondered what they’d got in mind. It sounded fun, exciting. I hoped that Keely would sit astride me the same as Lucy had done – the view had been amazing! Even Lucy squeezing my balls hadn’t been that painful, I could tolerate more of that.

I didn’t resist as they took hold of me, both of them giggling enthusiastically. Keely, in just her panties, took hold of my right arm, Lucy, fully dressed, took hold of my left. They (wo)man-handled me towards the door, which, because it was such a small room, was only a few steps from the bed. When Lucy used her spare hand to unlock and open the door I suddenly realised what my intended chastisement was. At this point I started to struggle, but all too late. Keely, her bare boobs bobbing with the effort, strong-armed me towards the opening. I made a grab for Keely’s panties and managed to pull them down a bit. Normally, this would have been sufficient to distract her, but because I’d seen her pussy so much already she wasn’t fazed that I could see it again. As I was bundled through the doorway, I caught sight of Keely wriggling her panties back up. Lucy quickly closed the door behind me. I heard it click shut and the key turn in the lock.

 

I was now completely naked standing in the corridor. I could hear the girls virtually wetting themselves with laughter from within the room. I just had to hope they got fed up with their little jape before anyone came along. I knew both the other bedrooms on our floor were occupied, but I didn’t know by whom. Hopefully whoever it was had left for the day. But I knew more realistically they’d probably gone down to breakfast and would soon be coming back up to their rooms. I was on the landing by the staircase that the lady of the house was bound to use throughout the day. I couldn’t see her taking kindly to finding a naked Englishman in her hallway. And I didn’t know what other family members resided in the living quarters beyond the sign saying ‘Privé’.

I was now in a dilemma. If I shouted or banged on the door to get the girls’ attention I may attract unwanted interest from others in the house. I put my ear to the door and listened. I could still hear the girls laughing loudly. I tried looking through the keyhole but they’d left the key in it. I thought perhaps I could bargain with them but I didn’t have a lot to offer. I could offer to let them see me naked but they’d already done that. I could offer them the opportunity to play with my manhood, but they’d both done that too. As I stood with my ear to the door I heard someone approach it from within the bedroom.

 

“You okay out there?” I heard Keely say through the door, “Warm enough?”

 

Fortunately it was quite warm so that wasn’t an issue.

 

“Come on girls, let me in.” I pleaded, “You’ve had your fun.”

 

“Are you still naked?” I heard Lucy snigger.

 

“Of course I am!” I replied.

 

I heard the key in the lock. Relief flooded through me like a morphine drip. They’d had enough of their little game and were going to let me in.

 

“Stand in front of the keyhole.” Keely ordered, "Facing the door."

 

I did as I was told.

 

“Not like that!” Keely instructed, “Take your hands away from your bits.”

 

Since I’d been on the ‘wrong side’ of the door I’d been cupping my penis and balls in my hands to keep them hidden in case I was spotted. I took my hands away and let my manhood free. I heard the girls giggle.

 

“We can see it through the keyhole.” Lucy sniggered.

 

Then, in her best Loyd Grossmann accent I heard Keely say, “This should tell us something, maybe quite a bit, about whose penis this is! Watch closely because, remember, the clues are there, as we go through the keyhole. So, who’d have a penis like this? Lucy, it’s over to you.”

 

I heard Lucy cracking up, evidently looking through the keyhole at my manhood. “So let’s look at the evidence: it’s quite stiff suggesting something’s been exciting it recently.”

 

“Good start!” Keely interjected.

 

“It’s also a bit red. Has someone been holding it?” Lucy laughed, “In fact, have I held it?” she was in hysterics now.

 

“You have!” Keely replied equally hysterically, “So whose penis is this?”

 

“It’s Baz!” Lucy exclaimed, “I’d recognise that willy anywhere!”

 

“Very funny girls!” I said, getting exasperated.

 

Having let them have their little game, I thought I’d plead with them again, using the principle that the best way to a girl’s heart is through her stomach.

 

“Please girls, let me in.” I implored, “We will miss breakfast.”

 

“Could you go down and get us some and bring it back to the room?” Lucy suggested, “Oh, I forgot, you can’t do that you’re N. A. K. E. D!”

 

The girls were certainly having a lot of fun at my expense. Then the inevitable happened. I perceived a door open and close and then I heard distant voices. To start with it wasn’t obvious where the sound had come from. I quickly figured out it had originated from the rooms upstairs – the private quarters. I could discern two different voices conversing in French, both female. They sounded quite young, bubbly, familiar with each other, and relaxed. I heard the first footsteps on the stairs above me; they were heading my way!

 

“There’s someone coming!” I hissed through the door, “Let me in quick!”

 

I don’t know if the girls didn’t hear me – I could still hear them laughing – or if they deliberately chose to ignore me. But the door didn’t open. I resigned myself to the fact that whoever was coming down the stairs was going to see me completely naked. All I could do was hide as much of my private bits as possible. I stood with my back to the door and pressed against it so that very little of my bum was visible. I cupped my hands over my genitals and waited for the inevitable.

 

The angle of the stairs meant I could see who was descending before I was visible to them. Firstly, two pairs of trainers came into view, then four shapely legs, then two short skirts (more of which later), then two bodies, then finally, two heads. The girls descended a bit further, distracted in animated conversation, before they eventually noticed me. When they did they stopped in their tracks.

 

“Putain!” they both said simultaneously.

 

“I’m so sorry!” I said, “I’m English!” I said it as if it was some kind of universal ‘get out of jail free’ card that explained - quite logically - why I was standing in their hallway with no clothes on.

 

“You’re the Englishman with the two girlfriends?” the one on the right said in perfect English, “Mama told us about you.”

 

I was relieved that at least they spoke and understood English. Trying to explain my predicament was going to be hard enough without having to do it in French. I also surmised that the two girls were likely to be the daughters of the woman that had greeted us when we arrived. I instantly wondered ‘what mama had told them about me’? Perhaps she’d said, ‘Watch out for that Englishman with the two girls, I reckon he’ll wander around the house naked later!”

 

As for the daughters, they were identical twins. They shared the same light blond hair as their mother but they wore theirs much, much longer, almost down to their waist. One of the girls wore her hair straight, the other had a braided ponytail. Other than that they dressed and looked indistinguishable. They were physically very attractive girls. At about five foot eight inches tall they were slightly taller than the two reprobates I was travelling with. They had long, shapely legs (as I noticed when they came down the stairs) and youthful, sporty bodies. Despite appearing younger than ‘my girls’ – I estimated they were probably no more than sixteen or seventeen - they’d already developed busts nearly as full as Keely’s, certainly bigger than Lucy’s. They had a ruddy complexion with reddened cheeks that suggested they spent considerable time outdoors. Their eyes were kind, almond-shaped, greyish green, with pale eyelashes, bleached by time spent in the sun. They had cute, stubby noses and enticing smiles full of promise, but also a hint of mischief and intrigue.

 

I guess they were dressed for school. They wore a pale blue blouse unbuttoned at the collar, with slackly rolled up sleeves, a blue, green, and yellow diagonally striped tie loosely tied around their neck, a barely decent, short blue and green tartan miniskirt, white ankle socks and sports trainers. At this point I should make an admission, a declaration if you will; when the girls had first appeared on the stairs, I inadvertently glimpsed up their sexy skirts. I quickly looked away because I was concerned they may be underage. Now I could see that they were of age, I can admit to seeing a brief peek of both girls’ white panties. If the girls go to a mixed school I should imagine they are very popular with the boys!

 

Having got over their initial shock of finding a naked man in their hallway, they now approached me cautiously, but with fascination. The look on their faces was one I recognised. I had seen it on Keely’s and Lucy’s faces at the shoe shop, and again just before they’d ejected me from the bedroom. It was a look full of mischief and naughtiness. I had the feeling I’d jumped out of the frying pan into the fire!

 

“Bonjour. We should introduce ourselves.” The twin with the ponytail said, stepping closer, “I am Eloise, and this is my twin sister Elodie.”

Eloise held out her hand tempting me to shake it.

 

“Bonjour. Je suis Baz.” I replied, “Excuse me if I don’t shake hands!”

 

“We’ll let you off. Although it would have been interesting!” Eloise (with the  ponytail) grinned, looking down at where my hands were, “So why exactly are you standing in our hallway nu - naked? Have you locked yourself out of your room?”

 

“Sort of.” I said, noncommittedly.

 

“I can get our Mère mama to help. She has a spare key.” Elodie, the twin with the straight hair offered.

 

“No! No!” I said, “I’d rather your mama didn’t see me like this.” I reasoned, “And anyway, I’m not really locked out. My friends are in the room.”

 

“Won’t they let you in then?” Eloise persisted, “Have they locked you out on purpose?”

 

“They’re just playing.” I insisted, although this game had gone beyond a joke now, “It’s merely a prank, a joke. You know what girls are like!”

 

“Do they know you’ve got no clothes on?” Elodie asked.

 

“They do. That’s why they think it’s funny.” I said.

 

“Now that we’ve seen you naked they may let you in, perhaps?” Elodie asked.

 

“We’ve not really seen anything naughty though have we?” Eloise said, a smirk on her face, “Not yet anyway.”

 

I distinctly got the impression it wouldn’t be long before the twins took matters into their own hands – possibly quite literally. I wondered if the girls in the bedroom were listening or even watching through the keyhole. Eloise moved slightly closer. Her wicked smile was a sign of mischief brewing.

“Perhaps if you took your hands away and show us your pénis they would let you back in?” Eloise smiled.

 

“That would be fun!” Elodie grinned, “I’d like that very much.”

 

The twins edged a bit closer. I pressed back against the door even more. I knew that if they were minded to, they could pull my hands away and look at my manhood. I thought it better if I could control what they did and saw. The events of the night before had made me braver and less reserved towards girls. Just twenty-four hours ago, I would never have considered saying what I said next:

 

“Okay! I’ll do it. But first I need to know that you’re old enough. You look too young to me.”

 

“We’re seventeen, nearly eighteen.” Eloise confirmed, “And don’t worry, I’m not a virgin.” she added.

 

“I am.” Elodie chipped in, “But I desperately want to see it!”

 

“Alright. I’ll take my hands away and show you everything on one condition.” I said, then added, “Make that two conditions.”

 

“What conditions? Eloise asked.

 

“Firstly – you don’t tell your mama.” I said.

 

“Agreed, and second?” Eloise prompted.

 

“When you were coming down the stairs I could see up your skirts and I saw that you’re both wearing white panties. But unfortunately I only got a glimpse of them.” I said, “I’d like you to lift your skirts up so I can see them properly.”

 

I didn’t think they’d agree to that but Eloise didn’t seem too fazed. The twins whispered to each other, then Eloise turned back to me.

 

“Okay.” she said, ”But we’ve got one condition too.”

 

“What’s that?” I asked, still not believing they’d agreed to my conditions.

 

“You don’t just show it to us, you let us touch it and play with it.” Eloise laughed.

 

“Yes please!” Elodie added enthusiastically, “I’ve never touched one before!”

 

“I tell you what, I’ll let you touch it and play with it if you not only lift your skirts up but you also pull your panties down and let me see your pussies, le chat. Deal?” I proposed.

 

Again the twins huddled together and whispered to each other. Eloise turned to me once more; she was obviously the chief negotiator.

 

“So, we only have to show you our pussies?” Eloise questioned, “No more? And you’ll definitely let both of us hold your penis?” 

 

“That’s correct. You can both play with it once you’ve dropped your panties - at least as far as your knees.” I clarified.

 

The twins come together and murmured to each other again. The whispers were punctuated with little giggles. Elodie was flushed red. Eloise faced me again.

 

“Bon! We’ll do it!” she exclaimed, "Deal!"

 

The girls giggled excitedly. Then without further ado Eloise confidently lifted up her little mini skirt to expose her tiny white cotton panties. Equally assuredly she pulled her panties down to her knees to reveal her pussy. Elodie was a bit more circumspect but eventually her skirt was hitched up and her matching panties were around her knees and her pussy was exposed too. They stood next to each other, their legs slightly apart to ensure I had a good view. I can happily confirm that identical twins have indistinguishable pussies as well! Both girls had little landing strips of fine blond pubic hair above their slits. Their pussies were very tight and baby pink; they were both as cute as a bug’s ear. I gazed at them in wonderment, realising I was up to the Super Six – that’s a whole volleyball team (!) – of pussies since we’d arrived in France less than twenty-four hours earlier. That was more than I’d seen in the rest of my life!

 

“We’ve done our bit.“ Eloise smiled, letting her skirt fall back down, but leaving her panties around her knees, “Now it’s your turn. Can we see and touch your penis?”

 

I slowly took my hands away and set my erection free. Not surprisingly it was as stiff as a board again. It sprang out like a Jack-in-the-box and pointed directly at them. I saw the girls look down at it and grin excitedly; Elodie actually visibly gasped at it in shock. Not surprisingly, Eloise was the first to react. She reached out, wrapped her hand around it and started to eagerly stroke it. Elodie nervously followed suit, her touch was much more tender, more tentative. Eloise confidently pulled my foreskin back and softly rubbed my purple dome; she then took hold of my balls and smoothly caressed them; her touch was soothingly enticing. I closed my eyes and sighed with pleasure as both girls massaged my cock and balls. Eloise seemed to have experience beyond her years; she bent over and moved her mouth towards my erection. I put my hands up her skirt, grasped her bare buttocks and pulled her in closer. The twins both moved in even tighter and I found myself pressed firmly against the door behind me. I closed my eyes and waited expectantly for Eloise’s mouth to close around my erection.

 

It was at this juncture that the girls in the bedroom decided to open the door! I felt the door give way behind me; I tried to stop myself falling but I’m afraid it was a fait accompli  - an irreversible action that had happened before I knew it. I fell through the door backwards with the twins rapidly following me. Fortunately I landed on my back on the bed which was only just inside the door. The twins landed face down on top of me. I narrowly avoided being bitten by Eloise in an extremely embarrassing place – now that would have been painful!!

 

Keely and Lucy surveyed the scene in disbelief. I was obviously still naked and my penis was erect and in full view to the girls. Of more interest to them than another sight of my manhood was what the twins were showing. They still had their panties around their knees, and in tumbling forward their miniskirts had ridden up to expose their cute little bare bottoms.

 

“You ordered breakfast? I said jokingly, “Let me introduce Eloise and Elodie.”

 

With their panties restricting their movement, the twins didn’t stand a chance! My female companions were over them like vultures on a carcass! The ensuing mêlée was confused, chaotic and boisterous. But it wasn’t spiteful or nasty, rather it was high-spirited, with both sides chuckling and giggling. The French girls instinctively knew that if they were to hold their own in the fracas they had to be more mobile; this meant ditching their restrictive panties that were wrapped around their knees. First Eloise then Elodie pulled their panties down over their feet and removed them. This meant that each time one of them had their skirts lifted up - which was happening a lot as you can imagine (!) - we all got a splendid view of their cute little pussies.

Initially, with the element of surprise on their side, the (English) girls got the upper hand. Before she knew it the (English) girls had undone Eloise’s shirt and her bra was off - I could see that she had heavenly, youthful tits which my friends wasted no time in groping. To be fair to Eloise, she was participating just as much and had got Keely’s shirt undone and was trying to get her bra off. To start with, Elodie had fared slightly better but now Lucy turned her attention to her. She too was soon virtually naked. I helped the girls to start with by getting Elodie’s skirt off. As the rough and tumble continued, the twin’s fightback gained momentum. They were more effective at working as a team and soon started to get the upper hand. Both Keely and Lucy found themselves being stripped. I must admit that I did swap sides occasionally as opportunities arose!

 

The five of us squirmed playfully and friskily on the bed trying to get each others clothes off. Obviously I was already naked so had nothing to loose. Several times during the skirmish one of the girls grabbed hold of my cock. I think all four of them must have held it at some point. I noticed that the twins had got Lucy’s jeans down around her ankles. I seized my opportunity, took hold of her little red panties and pulled those down too. I think Lucy was oblivious to the fact that it was me that had exposed her. Her legs were open and her adorable little pussy was out in full view again; it was glistening wet with stimulation. Of the ‘Six of the Best’ pussies that I’d now seen, Lucy’s was my favourite - the pussy par excellence - above all others.

 

I just couldn’t resist it this time. With no thought whatsoever of Keely being so close, I climbed on top of Lucy and, whilst she was preoccupied kissing and fondling Elodie, I took hold of my erection and positioned it above her tight little slit. I then felt Lucy place her hand over mine. Surprised, I looked up at her face, she smiled and nodded slyly. Together we guided my member into place so that I could feel my dome pressing against her tight flaps. To start with her pussy resisted, it was so constricted. Lucy spread her legs slightly more and released her grip on my manhood, using her fingers to manipulate her pussy. I recalled how elastic it had been when she’d shown it to me earlier. I looked up at her face again; she was a picture of concentration, her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth.

 

I could sense that she was really wet down there now; and my dome was moist too. Suitably lubricated, her flaps opened up like the swing doors to a western saloon. I slipped my member inside her. The expression on her face went from concentration, through shock to pleasure. She writhed and wriggled beneath me, not in an attempt to escape, but lustfully and fervidly. She thrust her hips up vigorously and I found myself deep within her, overcoming the tightness of her cavity. The base of my cock was pressed tight against her mound. We moved up and down together in lascivious unison a few times, locked like spigot and socket. With all that was going on – or rather coming off (!)  - I knew it wouldn’t be long before I had discharged my load. I held on for as long as I could, not wanting the unbelievable sensation to end. When I realised I couldn’t delay any longer I didn’t hold back; I thrust even deeper and she got the full tank’s worth! The ten-year wait had been well worth it. She took a large intake of breath and then exhaled vociferously. Lucy’s energetic gyrations slowed soon after, suggesting she had climaxed too. She was kissing Elodie and fondling her youthful pussy. I squeezed in next to Elodie and kissed Lucy tenderly on the cheek and she responded by kissing me on the lips. Not hesitantly as she had done last night, but with passion and intensity. Was she aware of what had just happened between us?

 

I withdrew my erection from Lucy. The three of us, Lucy, Elodie and myself formed an erotic triangle: I was gently stroking Lucy’s pussy with one hand and fondling Elodie’s breasts with the other; Lucy was fondling Elodie’s pussy and holding her neck as she kissed her cherry ripe lips; and Elodie was simultaneously stroking my erection and Lucy’s little breasts. We were all moaning with pleasure. Elodie started to get more vocal and I looked down to see that Lucy had inserted her fingers in Elodie’s tight little pussy and was stimulating her to a climax.

 

Meanwhile, Keely and Eloise had stripped each other completely naked and were exploring each other‘s bodies with inquisitive fingers and probing tongues. Keely was on top, straddling Eloise, and was leaning over so that both girl’s breasts were pressing against each other. Their pussies must have been virtually touching too. Whereas Lucy, Elodie and I had been quite tender in our caressing, Keely and Eloise were more boisterous, more energetic. And a lot noisier!

 

I looked again and now Eloise was on top. She was pressing her face into Keely’s ample breasts, flicking her tongue out to lick Keely’s erect nipples, and appeared to be biting them too. For her part, Keely was dexterously fingering Eloise’s pussy. The twins were both moaning in synchronised rhythm and I wondered which of them was going to peak first; based on who was the noisier, it was going to be Eloise. Suddenly, Eloise broke off from licking Keely’s nipples, lifted her head up and faced Keely, an earnest expression on her face.

 

“Mmm, that’s so nice.” Eloise murmured, as she felt Keely’s fingers stimulating her clit, “But we really need to stop now; we’ll be late for school.”

 

If ever three words were going to kill the mood, ‘late for school’ were the ones!

 

“School?!” Keely exclaimed, sounding horrified, “Oh My God!”

 

Keely immediately withdrew her fingers from Eloise’s pussy. Eloise got up off Keely and nudged her sister who was still responding to Lucy's probing fingers.

 

“Come on Elodie, we need to get dressed otherwise we’ll be late.” Eloise said.

 

“Do we have to?” Elodie purred, “I’m having so much fun.”

 

Elodie reluctantly let go of my member and of Lucy’s tits. Equally reluctantly Lucy stopped stroking Elodie’s pussy. Elodie grudgingly got up off Lucy and nimbly swung herself off the bed. The twins hurriedly sorted their clothes out and hastily started to get dressed. I could see Keely looking at me in some distress, obviously concerned that the twins were still of school age.

 

“Don’t panic.” I whispered reassuringly, “They’re seniors. They’re nearly eighteen. Well above the age of consent over here.”

 

I could see the relief in Keely’s face, it was as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She leaned over and kissed me.

 

“Thank you!” she exclaimed, the relief in her voice was palpable, “I love you!”

 

I thought, ‘I wonder if you’d still love me if you knew what I’d just done with your girlfriend!’

 

The twins finished dressing.

 

“I’m so sorry we could not stay. This has been so much fun!” Eloise said. “Merci boucoup!”

 

“I really enjoyed that. C’est magnifique!” Elodie added, “Thank you!”

 

“Will you be here when we get back from school so we can continue where we left off?” Eloise asked, “I promise we’ll rush back as quick as we can!” she gushed.

 

Tempting although the offer was, regrettably I knew we couldn’t stay any longer.

 

“We have to leave soon ourselves.” I sighed, disappointment in my voice, “You have been très bon!

 

Keely and Lucy echoed my sentiment. As they left us the twins both blew us a kiss and said, “Au revoir.”   

 

Once the twins had left us I was again alone with the girls. And once again we were all three naked on the bed! I climbed off the bed and started to sort my clothes out ready to get dressed. The girls nonchalantly laid on top of the bed next to each other entirely bare from head to toe. They were completely unperturbed that everything was on display. They were even lying with their legs slightly apart so I had a totally unrestricted view of their rather red pussies. There is no way they would have let me see them like this twenty-four hours ago; the change in them had been monumental. I recalled how shy Lucy had been just last night when stripping to her undies in front of me had been so embarrassing for her, and how she had blushed. Yet here she was with everything on view. To be fair, the change in me had been massive too – I wouldn’t have been confident enough to stand naked in front of them with my manhood on display yesterday either. The fact that my penis was on show – and amazingly still erect - meant that the girls were naturally watching it, seemingly enthralled by it.

 

“Your todger is a bit red.” Keely giggled, “Which of the twins was on the receiving end? Did you get to fourth base with either of them?”

 

“Perhaps he got a home run with both of them!” Lucy tittered, possibly deflecting from what had really happened.

 

I thought I better not admit to Keely that the main reason my cock was red, was that I’d given her girlfriend’s tight little fanny quite a pounding and had emptied my balls inside her. Indeed, Lucy had been the only one I’d scored a ‘home run’ with! I had to think quick. I side-stepped the question with a fleet of foot that Zinedine Zidane would have been proud of.

 

“They both played with it.” I admitted, “And although Elodie was quite gentle, Eloise was a bit rough.”

 

“I can vouch for that!” Keely confirmed, “My nipples are still sore from where she bit them!”

 

“I hope you don’t mind me saying but both your pussies look a bit red too.” I said, “Did the twins grope you too?”.

 

I was quite expecting the girls to be embarrassed at the mention of their pussies and maybe even cover them up. But au contraire, to the contrary, they spread their legs even wider, and Keely even used her fingers to open her vulva to give me a still better view. Keely first looked at her own, and then at Lucy’s.

 

“They are rather red aren’t they?” she admitted, “I think Lucy’s is even redder than mine.”

 

It was now Lucy’s turn to take a close look at both their pussies. What she said next took me completely by surprise.

 

“I think yours is redder than mine.” she said to Keely, then amazingly added to me, “Baz, take a look, what do you think?”

 

I was urged in to have a close look at both girl’s pussies – a tough job but someone’s gotta do it! In a case of déjà vu I’d literally already seen Lucy’s really close up earlier. Now I got to see them both equally close. I was getting to the stage where I was au fait – familiar- with both of them. They were both a lot redder than I recalled them being previously. No doubt due to the stimulation they’d just experienced at the hands of the twins (and me!). I took particular interest in Lucy’s to see if there was any evidence of my penis’ penetration and ejaculation. I couldn’t see any outward sign. I wondered if Lucy was aware of what we’d done. They were both quite damp and squishy.

 

“Well?” Keely persisted, “Which is the reddest?”

 

“They’re both about the same.” I said, “And if you don’t mind me saying, they are both rather gorgeous!”

 

“Thank you.” the girls said, then Keely added with a giggle, “If we had more time you’ve got carte blanche to do whatever you want with them. We don’t mind, do we Luce?”

"Not quite anything." Lucy stressed.

I think I understood now what had happened between Lucy and I. She hadn't made love to me at all. In her mind she had made love to Elodie; I had been used as no more than a sex toy - a natural vibrator if you will. Did I mind? Not at all!

Disappointingly I knew we had to move on, even though my aching balls were trying to convince me otherwise. I got back off the bed and got dressed. I then made my way down the corridor to the bathroom and freshened up. Suitably refreshed I returned to the bedroom. There I found that the girls were up and dressed. They had made a start tidying the bed which to be honest, looked like Tracey Emin had had a rough night in – not surprising considering the action it had witnessed.

 

“We’ve got you a present.” Keely said, handing me something white.

 

On closer inspection I deduced it was one of the twins’ tiny white panties.

 

“Someone’s going to be popular in school today if she lets her classmates look up her skirt.” Keely laughed.

 

“Their skirts were a bit short to go commando!” Lucy grinned, “I’d like to be there if she bends over or the wind is blowing!”

 

I tucked the panties into my pocket as I didn’t want the lady of the house to find her daughter’s undies in our room – now that would be suspicious! I was left to finish tidying up whilst the girls took themselves off to the bathroom. By the time the girls had returned I’d made a reasonable job of making the room presentable again.

 

Time was pressing on but at least we didn’t have to pack. It was well past the advertised mealtime before we made our way downstairs. When we got to the lounge the lady of the house welcomed us for breakfast. We thought we’d be too late, but it seems she’d been waiting for us. She sat us down and served us a delightful continental breakfast of flaky buttery croissants, a selection of sliced meats and cheeses, sausages, toast, butter, jam, cream, yogurts, fruit, and cereal. It was all accompanied by fruit juice and steaming hot coffee. It was a delicious and appreciated spread. We were all famished after this morning's exertions. As we ate, our host spoke to us, using Lucy to translate.

 

“Est-ce que tu as passé une bonne nuit?” she asked.

 

“She wants to know if we had a good night.” Lucy translated.

 

“I certainly did!” I said, giving a sly wink to Keely, as I eagerly buttered a croissant.

 

“Me too!” Keely winked back, “Quite the experience!” Ironically she was biting the end of a sausage as she spoke.

 

“Oui. Merci.” Lucy replied on our behalf.

 

“As-tu fait ton trio?“ the woman asked, “Ménage à Trois?”

 

“Did she say what I think she just said?” I whispered to Keely.

 

“The way Lucy is blushing I think she might have!” Keely whispered back.

 

“She wants to know if we enjoyed our threesome!” Lucy explained, her face flushing.

 

“I certainly did!” I said, giving another wink to Keely.

 

“Me too!” Keely winked back, “I enjoyed our fivesome too!”

 

“Now that WAS fun!” I giggled.

 

“Shut up you two!” Lucy admonished us under her breathe, then to the woman she continued, “Oui. Merci.” Her face went even redder.

 

“C'est un homme très chanceux d'avoir deux filles aussi magnifiques!” the woman said.

 

“She says you are a very lucky man to have two such gorgeous girls!” Lucy explained to me.

 

"I know." I said, “And with such gorgeous pussies too!” I grinned.

 

“I won’t tell her that!” Lucy frowned, and blushed even more, “I’ll say that you know you are very fortunate to have two very attractive friends.”

 

“Il sait qu’il a beaucoup de chance d’avoir deux amis très séduisants.“ Lucy said.

 

“Comme vous ne comptiez pas rester, dans quoi avez-vous dormi?“ the woman asked.

 

“She wants to know what we slept in!” Lucy said.

 

“That’s a bit personal!” I challenged.

 

“Tell her we were all butt naked.” Keely grinned, “That’ll get her hot under the collar!”

 

“I’ll tell her we slept in her underwear.” Lucy said, “Nous avons dormi en sous-vêtements.”

 

“Je pensais que tu dormirais nu!” the woman laughed.

 

“She thought we’d all sleep in the nude!” Lucy translated.

 

“I think she was having wet dreams about us last night!” I sniggered.

 

“Baz!” Keely rebuked me.

 

“Après avoir passé une nuit aussi sexy, j'espère que mes filles ne vous ont pas réveillé ce matin ? Ils peuvent être très bruyants.” the woman said.

 

“Did she just say something about ‘sexy’?” I asked Lucy.

 

“She was concerned that after we’d had such a sexy night, her daughters might have woken us this morning.” Lucy said uncomfortably, “She says they can be very noisy.”

 

“I can vouch for that!” Keely smiled, “Especially when you stroke their fannies!”

 

“I won’t tell her that either!” Lucy scowled, “I’ll just say we never heard them.”

 

“And we never stripped them, or saw them naked, or kissed them, or fondled their tits or fingered their pussies. Honest!” I grinned to Keely.

 

“And you never showed them your todger or let them hold it!” Keely added, “And you haven’t got their knickers in your pocket!”

 

“Sssh!” Lucy admonished us again, “Nous ne les avons jamais entendus.” Lucy lied to the woman.

 

I don’t think any of us were comfortable with the direction the conversation was taking. The woman seemed to be overly interested in our night-time activities. Perhaps she was frustrated with her own sex life and was getting pleasure out of discussing ours. In a way it made sense now why the twins were so sexually liberated and promiscuous.

 

“Can you ask her if she’s heard anything new about the strike and the disruption at the port?” I suggested to Lucy, “Perhaps that’ll distract her from asking about what we did last night.”

 

There followed a detailed conversation between the two of them that I’ll not trouble you with. The upshot being that we learned the industrial action had been suspended and the ferries and Channel Tunnel were slowly returning to normal. There were inevitable delays as they tried to catch up with the backlog.

 

I suggested to the girls that it would be best if we made our way to the terminal so that we could catch the first available shuttle. The girls agreed. I think that, like me, they were keen to get away before we were subjected to any more awkward questions.

 

Our host prepared our bill, which was actually quite reasonable [the girls joked that I should offer to pay her ‘in kind’!] I paid on my credit card. As we were leaving I noticed a basket of dirty laundry in the hallway; I surreptitiously dropped the twin’s panties into it. We said our ‘Au revoirs’ and the lady of the house wished us ‘Bon voyage!’ as she waved us out.

Walking to the car our luggage was conspicuous by its absence. All we had between us was a small carrier bag containing the remnants of last night’s picnic which we had saved for the journey. This had been supplemented by some fresh croissants supplied by our host and two sausages – one for each of the girls – that the host had added with some amusement.

When we got to the car I opened up the passenger door for Lucy to get in. As she bent over I couldn’t resist giving her pert bottom a playful slap.

 

“Careful!” Lucy grinned, “You know where that got you last time?”

As Lucy lowered herself into the car seat her jeans slumped slightly and I got a brief but delightful glimpse of her red string and the top of her bum crack. Ordinarily this would have been the highlight of my day, my week, my month, even my year! That’s not to say I didn’t take in the wonderful view or that my cock didn’t respond appropriately!

Continued......