Ménage à Trois (Chapter 5) -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 5 - Homeward Bound

I started up the car with Lucy beside me in the passenger seat and Keely behind me on the back seat. We retraced our steps through the suburban area and were soon en route towards the shuttle terminal. Because we were concentrating on navigating we didn’t discuss the weird conversation that we’d experienced at the guest house. Although I’m sure we were all thinking about it.

 

After about thirty minutes we started to pick up traffic heading towards the ferries and Le Shuttle. It was another thirty minutes before we reached the environs of the terminal. We checked-in but were told we faced up to a five hour wait before we could get a place on the shuttle.

 

“I suggest you get some ‘shut-eye’.” I said to the girls, “You didn’t get much sleep last night.”

 

“And whose fault was that?” Keely sniggered.

 

“It was fun though wasn’t it?” I giggled.

 

“It was!” Lucy agreed, “I still can’t believe you got me naked!”

 

“Well you did! And you gave Baz a really good look at your pussy!” Keely grinned, “Just how many pussies have you seen since we’ve been here in France, Baz?”

 

“Well there’s yours and Lucy’s obviously, I'll count Caroline’s at the shoe shop even though she kept her panties on, Collette’s at the restaurant, and then the twins Eloise and Elodie at the guesthouse – that’s six.”

 

“You saw Collette’s? You didn’t tell us that!” Keely challenged, “You just said that you saw her panties! Were her panties see through too?”

 

"I confirmed that she’d got pink panties on but you never asked me if I’d seen anything more.” I corrected.

 

“That’s true.” Lucy said, backing me up, “We never asked.”

 

“Well I’m asking now!” Keely blustered, “Did you see it through her panties like we did Caroline’s or did she get it right out?”

 

“She got completely naked.” I said matter-of-factly, “She even let me pull her panties down.”

 

“What? Completely naked? So you saw her boobs and bottom too?” Keely persisted, “And you didn’t think to tell us? Your lesbian best friends!”

 

“What was her pussy like?” Lucy asked eagerly, “We want to know every detail. She was a very attractive girl.”

 

“Well, I’d say it was a cute, tight little pussy. I remember she called it her foufoune which sounded charming. It felt smooth, silky, and slightly squishy.

 

“Wait!” Lucy exclaimed, “You touched it too?”

 

“Of course!” I replied, “She let me rub it.”

 

“What were her tits like?” Keely pressed, “I suppose you felt those too?”

 

“I did.” I grinned, “They weren’t fully developed but they were round, full, firm, and perky. Her areolae were perfectly smooth and circular and she’d got cute, erect nipples.”

 

“And while you were admiring her naked pussy and boobs what could she see of you?” Lucy asked, with just a hint of jealousy in her voice perhaps.

 

“Everything.” I stated, “I was naked too.”

 

“I suppose we’ve got to ask.” Keely said hesitantly, “Did you?”

 

“Did I what?” I mocked.

 

“Keely means did you screw her?” Lucy elucidated unnecessarily (and rather crudely).

 

“I did!” I said, trying not to sound boastful or too pleased with myself and failing on both accounts.

 

“So while we thought we were being naughty and helping ourselves to your Raspberry & Almond Frangipane, you were helping yourself to our pretty waitress?” Keely said, “Friends are supposed to share!”

 

“We thought you’d been gone a long time. That explains it!” Lucy commented, “Was she any good? Did you go all the way?”

 

“She was great!” I confessed, “A good kisser too! And yes, we went all the way!”

"And we thought she was young and innocent!" Keely said.

"Not so innocent now!" Lucy observed.

 

The girls went quiet for a while. No doubt contemplating what had happened at the restaurant and feeling as if they’d missed out. We watched the traffic as a form of distraction. Although cars were regularly being driven onto the shuttle more were arriving all the time. The departure area was busier now than when we had arrived. Men in fluorescent waistcoats – the de rigueur fashion accessory for such situations - mingled among the cars like wasps on a ripe plum, occasionally giving directions, occasionally waving their arms. It looked like organised chaos. We just hoped there was method in the madness and our space on the shuttle would come soon. The confusion was quite exhausting. I had just started to doze off when Keely spoke again.

 

“Baz, of the six pussies you’ve seen, which one is your favourite?”

 

“Sorry?” I said, coming out of my stupor and not sure if I’d heard correctly.

 

“Yes, come on Baz, tell us which one you liked the most!” Lucy rejoined, "We want to know."

 

I knew straight away what my answer was. But should I be diplomatic or honest? I didn’t want to cause a rift between my two best friends.

 

“They were all delightful.” I said, non-committedly, “It was a real treat to see them.”

 

“I’m sure it was.” Keely said, “But if you had to pick just one, whose would it be?” she persisted.

 

“Assume you had the opportunity to see one of them again, which one would you choose to look at?” Lucy persevered.

 

“I’d like to see them all again!” I laughed, “In fact, I’d like to see them en masse, all lined up together. That would make it easier to pick one.”

 

“I’m sure you would. But for the purpose of this conversation you only get to pick one based on what you’ve seen already.” Keely continued.

 

The girls looked at me expectantly. I knew I was going to have to decide. I squirmed uncomfortably in my seat, feeling the pressure of their expectation. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead.

 

“Okay, if you must know. If I could see just one again I’d choose….” I hesitated.

 

“Yes?” both girls bayed, and pressed in a bit closer.

 

“I’d choose….Lucy’s.” I announced.

 

“Mine?” Lucy questioned doubtfully, sounding both surprised and embarrassed. She blushed. “Why? You’ve seen all those pretty girls' pussies, why pick mine?”

 

“Yes, yours Luce. It’s adorable! And you are a pretty girl!” I confirmed, “I’ve known you for ten years or so and in all that time I’ve wondered what it was like. I’ve thought about it; I’ve dreamt about it; I’ve imagined it; I’ve even tried to see it on several occasions but all to no avail. Until last night I’d never even got close.”

 

“I’d got no idea you thought of me like that.” Lucy admitted, “Or that you were thinking about my pussy so much. That's embarrassing!”

 

“Then when we were in bed last night, your little red panties came down and I saw it for the very first time; I was spell-bound. It was delightful.” I continued, “It was just as I imagined – petite, tight, cute, silky – like a sleeping Cyclops eye. I could even see small wisps of blond pubic stubble around the edges. Then unbelievably you spread your legs and pulled back the pink outer lips of your vulva  - like opening a curtain on a magical mystery tour - to give me an even better view. It was mesmerising. Your inner fleshy skin-folds and vaginal opening were a myriad of pinks, reds, and purples, as colourful and delicate as a butterfly’s wings. It glistened like dew on a freshly spun cobweb. The tip of your little clit peeped out shyly from beneath its protective hood, like a nervous kitten from under a blanket. I’m not sure if you’re aware, but your clitoral hood sticks out slightly between your vaginal lips, did you know? Then I stroked it! It felt soft and squidgy like a marshmallow. It had resisted me when I first put my fingers on it and gently started rubbing, but then it relaxed and I sensed it lose its vulnerability and resistance. I slipped my fingers in and massaged your virginal opening and clitoris. It felt tight, clinging, as if it was sucking me in. I was lost in a miasma of raw emotion as I explored the depths of your precious inner sanctum. It was a special moment.”

 

“Wow! You know more about my pussy than I do!” Lucy said, “You make it sound quite poetic, like a work of art.”

 

“He knows it better than I do, and I see it and feel it virtually every day!” Keely added, “I’ll have to look more closely next time you get it out.”

 

“You’re a lucky girl Keely.” I said, “Your girlfriend’s pussy is the crème de la crème - the best of the best. Definitely a ten out of ten. Make sure you cherish it.”

 

“Oh, I do. All the time.” Keely sighed.

 

“And to be fair Keely, yours is not far behind.” I said, “Definitely a nine and a half!” I grinned.

 

“Thank you.” she smiled, “Now we know which is your favourite, we need to know which ones you’ve actually had? And I don’t mean just fingering, I mean actually ‘dipped your wick in’.” she added with a grin.

 

This was going to be awkward! Apart from Collette, which I’d admitted to, and which the girls already knew about, the two others were both sitting in the car with me. I don’t think Lucy knew I’d had Keely (albeit briefly) and I don’t think Keely knew I’d had Lucy. To be fair, I wasn’t sure that even Lucy knew I’d had Lucy! To save embarrassment, I had to steer the conversation in a different direction if I could. 

 

“First, you tell me your favourite pussy. I’ve been open and honest and told you mine” I said, “I’d like to know whose yours is. Who wants to go first?”

 

Not surprisingly it was Keely who said, "I’ll go first” and equally not surprisingly added, "Obviously, Lucy’s is my favourite too.”

 

“I should have made it clear; you can’t pick your girlfriend’s – or your own!!” I added for clarity, “Or, if you do pick your own, you have to get it out and show us why!” I laughed.

 

“Nice try Baz!" Keely grinned, "I'm not picking my own, but not for that reason. I’ll pick Caroline’s at the shoe shop. I thought she was one of the most stunning women I’d ever seen. I know she didn’t get her pussy right out but I think we saw enough of it through her tiny, sheer panties to tell how gorgeous it was. It was delectable. I’m going wet now just thinking about it!” Keely admitted.

 

“Me too!” Lucy confessed, “She was my favourite as well. I just wish we’d got her little panties down so we could have seen it au natural. The way she just nonchalantly hitched her skirt up voluntarily to give us a better view, I honestly think she would have pulled her knickers down if we’d asked. She may have even let us touch it!”

 

“I’m definitely wet now!” Keely divulged, “What did you say that for?”

 

“Girls!” I intervened, “I had no idea you thought like that! So saucily.”

 

“You can talk Baz!” Keely said, “We’ve been in France for over twenty-four hours. For how much of that time have you had an erection?”

 

“At least half of it I’d say!” Lucy laughed, “Probably the only time it wasn’t stiff was when we were walking around the aquarium, and when he was asleep!”

 

“Oh it was erect even when he was asleep.” Keely grinned, “Due to you holding it and stroking it.”

 

“That’s true. I can't believe I actually did that!” Lucy said, “Just at the aquarium then, eh Baz?”

 

“I must admit it was stiff even then.” I disclosed, “You both looked absolutely gorgeous in your tight jeans. Didn’t you notice I was following you? I was enthralled by your wonderful bums rather than looking at the exhibits. I couldn’t help but ponder what you were wearing underneath, and what your bottoms would look like naked. Just the thought caused my member to stiffen.”

 

“I did wonder why you kept lagging behind us!” Lucy said, “And you accuse us of being saucy!”

 

“Well you soon found out what we were wearing underneath our jeans – some quicker than others! (she winked at me when she said that in reference to the changing cubicle incident no doubt). And what our bottoms are like naked.” Keely added, “I hope we didn’t disappoint?”

 

“Far from it! You are both absolutely stunning. You both do have gorgeous bottoms - both ten out of tens.” I gushed, “And Keely, your boobs are ten out of ten too!" I smiled.

"Aww, thank you." Keely simpered.

"I still can’t believe I’ve seen you both completely naked! It’s beyond my wildest dreams!” I said ardently.

 

“I can’t believe we’ve let you see us naked.” Lucy admitted, “It couldn’t have been further from my mind when we left. You must promise not to tell anyone when we get home!”

 

“I promise.” I reassured them, “But no one would believe me if I told them the truth anyway.”

 

The girls seemed to have forgotten about the ‘dipped your wick’ line of questioning, which was a relief. We drifted off into silence again, distracted by the traffic and the staff giving directions. If anything, the car park was busier than ever. I dozed off thinking about the girls and how different they had behaved whilst we had been in France compared to how reserved they were at home. Here they had been outgoing, cheeky, sexy, suggestive, sensual, brave, naughty, even shocking, whereas at home I was used to them being shy, chaste, cautious, inhibited, bashful, demure, sober – and clothed! They had been great fun and excellent company but I think I preferred the challenge of the homely, self-conscious, ‘good girls’ rather than the mischievous, racy, ‘bad girls’. Rubbish! I enjoyed them brazen, saucy, tipsy – and naked! 

 

I’m not sure how long we had dozed for but I was awoken by Lucy’s mobile phone pinging to indicate she’d received a message. Lucy looked at it bleary-eyed and took some time to figure out who it was from and what the message said. Keely and I looked at her expectantly. Eventually Lucy spoke.

 

“It’s from Caroline at the shoe shop.”

 

“And?” Keely said keenly, “What’s she written?”

 

“You’ll have to bear with me; my reading of French is not so good as my listening and speaking.” Lucy explained, “Plus French ‘text speak’ is different to ours.”

 

“Your translation has been brilliant up to now.” I praised her, “We would have struggled without you.”

 

“Thank you.” Lucy said, “I hope I don’t spoil it by misunderstanding Caroline’s text.”

 

“Well, you’ve got plenty of time.” Keely said sounding bored, “It doesn’t look like we’re going anywhere soon.”

 

“I think she’s asking if we found somewhere to sleep last night. And if we’re still in France. She signed off with a kiss emoji.” Lucy said, slowly and deliberately, “I’ll tell her we stayed at the place she suggested. I’ll thank her and let her know we’re stuck at the shuttle terminal.”

 

It took several minutes for Lucy to type this in French into her phone and send it. Within seconds the phone pinged again to indicate Caroline had responded.

 

“I think she wants to know what we thought of the guesthouse.” Lucy said, “What shall I say?”

 

“Well it wasn’t too bad was it?” I said, “It was clean. We were looked after and the breakfast was great. It was just a bit cramped for three of us.”

 

“I enjoyed the three of us sharing a bed.” Keely giggled, “It was fun!”

 

“I'd say! I loved it when the three of us were in bed together, especially when we were all naked!” I enthused, “It’s something I’ll never forget; the best night of my life!”

 

“Thank you Baz.” Keely said, “Tell Caroline that Baz had the best night of his life.”

 

“I won’t put that.” Lucy dismissed, “I’ll just say we were well looked after, had a good breakfast, but we had to share a small room.”   

 

Again, it took a little while for Lucy to type this into her phone and send it. Almost immediately the phone pinged again to indicate Caroline had responded.

 

“She says she was glad she was able to help.” Lucy said.

 

“Tell her we are extremely grateful that she did. We would have struggled without her.” I said, “And apologise that we are not able to thank her in person or pay her back.”

 

Lucy tapped away on her phone. Barely had she pressed ‘send’ than a reply had been received.

 

“Boy! She’s got nimble fingers!” Lucy exclaimed.

 

“Mmm I bet!” Keely sighed, “We could put those to good use!”

 

“Girls!” I chided them.

 

“What did she put?” Keely quizzed, ignoring my reprimand.

 

“She asks where we are. And says she’ll try to think of a way we can thank her. She’s put a winking face emoji.” Lucy read out, “I don’t know what she thinks we can do now?” Lucy sounded puzzled.

 

“Tell her we’re stuck in the car park at the shuttle and that we’ve been here for hours and it looks like we’ll be here for hours more!” Keely said, exasperated.

 

Lucy tapped away on her phone again. As before, a reply came straight back, which Lucy read out.

 

“She says ‘poor you, you must be bored out of your minds!’” Lucy recited, “She then says something about how she’s still thinking of ways we can thank her and help relieve the boredom. She’s put another winking face emoji and two kiss emojis. I think I’ll just reply with a question mark and a smiley face emoji.”

 

This time there was quite a gap between Lucy’s text and Caroline’s response. When it eventually arrived Lucy looked perplexed. She took quite a while to decipher it. Eventually she explained her dilemma.

 

“I’m not sure if I’m reading this correctly or not. Either Caroline wants to swap ‘pussy pics’ or send us a picture of her cat!”

 

“I hope it’s the former!” Keely said enthusiastically, “I’d like to see that again!”

 

“Embarrassing if you’ve got it wrong though!” I laughed.

 

“What shall I do?” Lucy asked, at a loss.

 

“Just say ‘okay’ and we’ll find out.” Keely replied.

 

“But what if she does want to swap ‘pussy pics’?” Lucy said disconcerted.

 

“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.” Keely reasoned.

 

“I’ve sent her a ‘thumbs up’ emoji.” Lucy said timidly, "I assume it means the same over here."

 

We all waited in various degrees of trepidation. We sat in silence for ten minutes or more: it seemed like a lot longer. I think we were all getting to the stage where we’d accepted that Caroline wasn’t going to reply. When Lucy’s phone eventually did bleep we all jumped out of our skin. Lucy looked at her phone nervously. I could see her hand shaking.

 

“I’m too scared to open the message.” she said uneasily.

 

“Let me do it.” Keely said impatiently.

 

“No, I’ll do it!” Lucy said, then followed soon after with, “Oh, my God!”

 

“What is it Luce?” Keely said, excitedly.

 

Lucy looked at the screen a little bit longer, a smile spreading across her face, then she passed her phone back to Keely.

 

“WOW!” Keely exclaimed.

 

Keely examined the phone from various angles, tilting it this way and that, and adjusting the screen between her fingers. She had an elated look on her face; her broad grin accentuated her charming dimples. I was feeling distinctly left out, like the kid who’d not been invited to the party. Eventually Keely passed the phone to me. I looked at the image in stunned silence.

 

The photo was a selfie of Caroline standing in front of a full-length mirror; I recognised it as the one in the shoe shop. She was dressed as she had been when we visited the shop, which was only yesterday, even though it seemed much longer ago, so much had happened in the interim, that is a tailored white shirt, her very skimpy black mini skirt and red high-heeled shoes. She had hitched her skirt up to expose her panties, which were a delicate pink colour, and she was pulling her panties to the side at the crotch so that her pussy was visible. This too was a delicate pink colour.

 

“You can zoom right in on her pussy!” Keely exclaimed excitedly.

 

I tried it and she was right. I was staring closely at it when the phone bleeped to indicate another message had been received. I jumped as if I’d been caught looking at something inappropriate, which, in a way I guess I was. I handed the phone to Lucy.

 

“Caroline wants to know if we like what we see?” Lucy said.

 

“Tell her it’s stunning!” Keely said, “She’s beautiful.”

 

Lucy tapped away on the phone. This time after Lucy had replied the response was almost immediate. Lucy read out the message.

 

“She says ‘thank you.’ Lucy read, “She says now it’s our turn!”

 

There was a period of silence as the girls realised the implication of what Caroline was expecting. As the realisation dawned on them they both looked vexed.

 

“I don’t suppose you’ve got a picture of your pussy on your phone have you Luce?” Keely enquired.

 

“No. I haven't got one of yours either. Have you?” Lucy asked back.

 

“Not the sort of thing I keep.” Keely responded, "Sorry."

The girls turned to me.

"I don't suppose you've got a picture of either of our pussies?" Keely asked.

"Don't look at me!" I said, "I haven't got a picture of either of them, unfortunately!"

"I'm really pleased about that." Lucy said, "That would have been so wrong!"

"It would have been useful though." Keely sighed, "What are we going to do?"

 

There was another period of awkward silence. Eventually it was broken by Lucy's phone bleeping again. Lucy looked at it.

"Caroline has just sent a question mark." Lucy relayed to us, "I feel bad about letting her down. We ought to do something."

 

“Okay. I guess I’ll do it.” Keely said resignedly, “I'll take one now in the car."

"What? With Baz watching?" Lucy asked, taken aback.

"It's not as if he hasn't seen it before." Keely grinned, "Just make sure no one comes close to the car.”

 

“We will.” Lucy said, “At least the glass is tinted all round which makes it harder to see in”.

 

“Here, you can use my phone.” I said rather helpfully I thought, handing my phone to Keely.

 

“Nice try Baz!” Keely said declining my generous offer, “But I don’t think I want you to have a picture of my pussy on your phone! I’ll use Lucy’s if you don’t mind, then she can send it straight to Caroline.”

 

“Whatever.” I said, disappointed, "Do you mind if I watch?"

"I'm sure you will even if I do mind." Keely smiled.

 

After checking the surroundings to make sure the coast was clear Lucy and I watched enthralled as Keely unbuckled her belt then undid the fly buttons on her pale blue jeans. She wriggled her jeans down to her knees. She pulled the crotch of her sexy, blue knickers to one side so that her delectable pussy was visible. Keely positioned Lucy’s phone to take a selfie between her legs. She looked at the result.

 

“It’s not that clear.” she said disappointedly, "It's certainly not as clear as the one Caroline sent us."

“I think it’s because the tinted windows make it dark in here.” Lucy observed.

 

“I’m not risking opening the window!” Keely chuckled, “It’s bad enough you two looking at me without complete strangers seeing it too!”

“If you pull your jeans and panties right down to your ankles you should be able to spread your legs a bit wider.” I said, trying to be helpful.

 

“I bet you say that to all the girls!” Keely giggled, seemingly unperturbed that we were staring at her exposed vulva, "Okay, I'll try that."

Unbelievably, Keely did as I had suggested and dropped her jeans and panties to her ankles. She parted her legs slightly more. I then had a brainwave. I switched on the torch on my phone and aimed the beam of light between Keely’s legs; it lit up her pussy like the Fourth of July! Or should that be Bastille Day?

 

“Wow! I can see it now!” Lucy exclaimed, “Well done Baz!”

 

I didn’t respond; I was transfixed! The view I was currently getting of Keely’s pussy was as detailed as I had of them both last night. It was paler, more pink than red, than it had been last night. It glistened under the torch light. I noticed that her clit was slightly bigger and more pronounced than Lucy’s. It just begged to be stimulated. Keely aimed Lucy’s phone between her legs again and took another picture. She looked at the result and then showed it to Lucy.

 

“That’s a lot clearer.” Lucy confirmed, “Are you happy for me to send it like that?”

 

Lucy passed the phone to me. The photo only showed a close up of Keely’s pussy, you couldn’t see her face or body. I was astounded at the level of detail, but even so, I preferred to look at the real thing. I handed the phone back to Lucy.

"It looks good to me." I confirmed.

"Still a nine-and-a-half?" Keely chuckled.

"At least!" I grinned.

 

“Okay. Send it before I change my mind.” Keely instructed, "I'll stay like this in case we have to do it again."

 

Lucy pressed the button on the phone and confirmed it had gone. A little while later she got confirmation that it’d been delivered. We waited. Keely sat on the back seat with her jeans and panties around her ankles, and her pussy on display as if it was the most natural thing in the world. For my part I couldn’t stop staring at it. And, of course, I had a raging erection again. Something that didn’t go unnoticed by Lucy.

 

“It’s stiff again isn’t it?” she observed, “How many hours is that now?”

 

Before I had chance to respond, Lucy’s phone bleeped again. We all looked at Lucy in anticipation; even I managed to divert my stare from Keely.

 

“Caroline says your pussy is ‘Magnifique!’” Lucy said, “She’s put lots of heart emoji’s in the text.”

 

“I think you’ve pulled, Keely.” I said.

 

“Typical! Just as we are leaving!” Keely laughed, "We would have been so good together."

 

“I am still here you know.” Lucy reminded us.

 

“Only kidding Luce.” Keely grinned.

 

Lucy’s phone bleeped another notification. Lucy opened the message and we heard her gasp. She passed the phone to Keely who also gasped. Eventually Keely passed the phone to me and I saw what the girls were reacting to.

 

Caroline had sent another risqué photo. She was again standing in front of the same mirror. This time she’d dropped her skirt and pink panties to her ankles; you could see them wrapped around her high-heeled shoes. She had unbuttoned her blouse so that it hung loose over her white bra. She was posing with her legs slightly open so that her pussy was fully exposed. She looked stunning!

 

“I hope she’s closed the shop!” I laughed, “Fancy being a customer walking in and finding her like that?”

 

“I wish!” Keely purred.

 

“I’ll tell her that.” Lucy grinned, “And I’ll tell her she is stunning.”

 

I handed the phone back to Lucy who typed in the message. We only had to wait a matter of seconds for a reply.

 

“She says not to worry about being disturbed, she’s closed the shop for lunch and pulled down the blinds. She’s put that she can do what she likes – with a winking emoji. She says ‘thank you’ for the compliment. And she’s put lots of pink hearts.”

 

No sooner had Lucy finished reading the message than another one arrived. Lucy’s  beaming smile changed to a frown instantly.

 

“She says she wants to see mine now!” Lucy said hesitantly, "I can't do that!"

 

“C’mon Luce. You’ve got to do it!” Keely encouraged, “It’s not so bad.”

 

I didn’t say a word, but surreptitiously I crossed my fingers and hoped.

 

“I guess she’s finished with mine then?” Keely said, sounding slightly deflated, “I may as well get dressed.”

 

I watched Keely pull up her little blue panties and then do the same with her jeans. As her pussy disappeared from view I said, “Goodbye dear friend. I hope to see you again soon.” Keely laughed and neither denied nor confirmed the likelihood of me seeing it again. Although I think we both knew it was unlikely. Once Keely was dressed we turned our attention back to Lucy.

 

“Well?” Keely asked, “Are you going to or not?”

 

“Alright. I’ll do it!” Lucy said, much to my surprise (and delight!)

 

“Good girl Luce!” Keely encouraged. She had a quick look around and continued, “There’s no one close. Now’s a good a time as any.”

 

I gave silent thanks to Heaven! Lucy handed me her phone whilst she unbuckled her belt then undid her pale blue jeans. She lifted herself out of the seat and pulled her jeans down to her knees. I smiled as I saw her tiny red panties; I must admit I hadn’t expected to see them again. Lucy looked furtively all around the car again, then satisfied that the coast was clear, she eased her panties down. She twisted around to face me so that I had a clear view of her cute little pussy. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of seeing it!

 

“Will you be able to get a picture of it like this?” Lucy asked me.

 

“If I can stop shaking with the excitement of seeing my favourite pussy long enough!” I grinned, “Do you think you can open it up a tad more? I’m sure Caroline would love to see your adorable little clit” I continued.

 

Lucy was a picture of concentration as she put her fingers either side of her pussy and pulled the flaps back. Her gorgeous rose-coloured petit pois was slightly more visible, but I felt I could do better.

 

“Is that better?” she said.

“Slightly. But “It’s still not that clear.” I said, “Would you mind if I had a go?” I added speculatively.

"What? You want to feel my pussy?" Lucy asked, in disbelief.

"You let me do it last night." I reasoned.

"I was tipsy then. I'm sober now." Lucy proclaimed, "It's bad enough me showing it to you without letting you fondle it."

"You do want to give Caroline a good view of it don't you? I advanced, "Just think what she might show you in return."

 

“I do! Okay, you can try.” Lucy said somewhat apprehensively, “I can’t believe I just said that!” she added with a titter, her face reddening.

I turned to Keely. “You don’t mind if I feel your girlfriend’s pussy do you?” I asked.

“Help yourself.” Keely replied, “You’ve done it before. You probably know your way around it as well as I do." she laughed.

Luce held her pussy open and watched spell-bound as I inserted a couple of fingers and softly massaged her virginal opening. Rather than penetrating deeper inside her, I pushed back her clitoral hood and gently rubbed the tip of her clit. It started to change colour instantly, going from pink to deep red. It was as bright as a button. I then used my thumb and index finger to tenderly flick it. Lucy groaned with pleasure each time I tapped it. Her breathing got shallower, more rapid, and quite noisy.

“Oh my God!” she said, “If you carry on doing that I’m going to make a mess of your car seat!”

“Luce!” Keely exclaimed, "Don't forget you're a lesbian!"

"Don't worry, I'm thinking of you as he's doing it." Luce sighed.

 

I took my fingers out and looked closely at the results of my ‘labour’. Lucy’s clit was much more pronounced. It was almost purple against the red backdrop of the rest of her vulva. I quickly took a picture of it – even my hands were steady. I showed it to Lucy.

 

“If that’s not the cutest pussy ever, I’ll eat my hat!” I said, a beaming smile on my face, "It's virtually purring! Definitely a ten!"

 

Lucy looked at it and passed her phone to Keely.

"What do you think Keely? Shall I send it like that? Luce asked.

 

“It is rather cute.” Keely agreed, and handed to phone back to Lucy, "I'd like to receive that in a message!"

 

“Okay, here goes!” Lucy said, and pressed the send button.

 

It was only a matter of seconds before the reply arrived. Lucy looked at it and chuckled.

 

“It seems Caroline agrees with you!” Lucy said, “She’s put ‘What an adorable pussy. Thanks for showing it to me.’”

 

“There you are, Luce, I said it was a 'ten pointer'!” I laughed.

 

“I never realised.” Lucy said, "I better put it away before you get too excited."

“May I kiss it first?” I asked, in hope more than expectation.

 

“Baz!” Keely exclaimed, “That’s my girlfriend remember!”

 

“Sorry, Keely. I just adore it so much.” I whimpered.

 

“I guess a quick one won’t hurt. No tongues mind!” Keely acceded.

 

“Luce?” I asked, “May I?”

 

“Okay.” she giggled, "I've never been kissed by a chap 'down there' before."

 

I leant over and kissed Lucy’s pussy. It tasted as sweet as it looked. She put her hands behind my head and gently held me there for longer than I had intended. I didn’t mind. She murmured with pleasure. Eventually she released her hold and I sat back up. I gave it one final rub with my fingers by way of saying ‘Goodbye’.

 

“Now can I put it away?” Lucy asked.

“I guess so.” I said despondently, “It’s been a real pleasure to see it.”

 

“And feel it. And kiss it!” Keely reminded me.

 

We watched Lucy pull up her tiny red panties and then do the same with her jeans. Just before she did her jeans up she lowered them and her panties at the front to expose her tight slit briefly once more.

 

“One last view of it.” she giggled, “As it’s your favourite!”

 

I took in the splendid sight one final time and I somehow guessed Lucy was probably right. I doubted I’d ever see it again. Lucy pulled her panties and jeans back up and did up her jeans and belt. I think we all relaxed thinking that the game was over when Lucy’s phone pinged again. She looked at it and gasped.

 

“Oh. My. God! Look!” she exclaimed, and passed her phone back to Keely.

 

“Wow!” Keely proclaimed, and handed the phone to me.

 

Caroline had sent us another picture. In this one she was standing in front of the mirror completely naked. It was a full-frontal pose with everything in view. Her body was fantastic, her breasts were magnificent, her legs long and shapely, and her pussy exquisite. I gazed at her spell bound. She was as perfect as a diamond, radiant and flawless.

 

“Please let me see her again.” Lucy requested, "Seeing her like that makes everything that I've just done worth it."

 

I passed the phone back to Lucy who used the zoom feature to explore Caroline’s body in detail.

 

“She has to be the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.” Lucy purred, “And to think she’s shown us everything!”

 

“She is absolutely stunning!” Keely agreed, “I just can’t believe she’s stripped totally naked especially for us! Aren’t her boobs amazing! Do you think they are natural?”

Lucy zoomed in on the picture. “They look perfect. Almost too good to be true. What do you think Baz?” Lucy asked me.

 

“Keely, your breasts are natural aren’t they?” I asked.

 

“Of course they are, Cheeky! Why do you ask?” Keely replied.

 

“Just emphasing the point that it is possible to have great natural breasts.” I replied.

 

“Aww. Thank you Baz.” Keely purred, “I knew you liked them by the way you were staring at them when I got them out last night.”

 

Lucy tapped out a message into the phone.

 

“I’ve told her we all think she’s absolutely stunning.” Lucy said, “And I’ve thanked her for the magnificent photo. And I've put lots of pink hearts”

 

The phone soon binged a reply which Lucy read out.

 

“She says ‘Thank you. Glad you like it.”

 

The phone binged again. Lucy looked at the message and sniggered before she read it out.

 

“Oh boy! She says, ‘Now it’s your turn, Baz!’” Lucy beamed, “She wants to see your bitte – penis! This is going to be fun!”

 

“Yes!” Keely exclaimed, “It’s about time you got it out! You’ve been ogling our pussies enough! You must have an erection to show her?”

 

“Oh, I can assure you he has!” Lucy chipped in, “Judging by the bulge in his trousers it’s been up since you dropped your jeans.”

 

“It’s about time we all saw it then.” Keely smirked.

 

I couldn’t really get out of this after what all three girls had done.

 

“Okay! Okay! I’ll do it!” I confirmed, “Just keep watch like I did for you.”

 

“We will.” Keely said, “But we don’t want you to just flop it out of your flies. You have to drop your jeans and boxers too.”

 

“I’ll make sure you get a proper look at it.” I assured them.

 

“There’s no one close at the moment. Go for it!” Keely said.

 

I performed the same manoeuvre as the girls had done previously. I undid my belt and jeans, lifted myself out of my seat slightly, and pulled my jeans down to my knees. I repeated the task with my boxers. Once my manhood was released it sprang out. As Lucy had observed, it was ram-rod stiff. Lucy, sitting in the passenger seat, had a great side-on view of it as it pointed purposefully towards the steering wheel. Keely had partly stood up in the back so that she was looking down on it over my left shoulder.

 

“If you pull your jeans and boxers right down to your ankles you should be able to spread your legs a bit wider so we can see your balls too.” Keely laughed, mimicking what I’d told her earlier.

 

I did as I was told.

 

“Luce, hold it and pull his foreskin back so that we can see the end of his knob.” Keely said.

 

“I can do that.” I said.

 

“Lucy wants to do it, don’t you Luce?” Keely said.

 

I don’t think Lucy had actually given it much thought. She was still starring between my legs in bewildered astonishment. Not because it was particularly amazing or large, but simply because it was still a novelty to her to see one, and to see one this close. She had been rendered speechless by the sight.

 

“Sorry? What?” Lucy eventually said, coming out of her daze.

 

“Pull his foreskin back.” Keely repeated, “I’m sure Caroline will want a picture that shows his dome.”

 

Lucy tentatively reached across and wrapped her sensitive fingers around my erect member. It sent shivers down my spine like someone stepping over my grave. I shuddered. There's no way Lucy would have considered doing that before. She started to stroke it lightly backwards and forwards. I looked down at what she was doing, not believing it was actually Lucy doing it. I looked at her face. She’d got her concentrating look on, with her lips pursed tight and her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth. She was watching intently; and so was Keely. As Lucy rubbed it she gradually worked the loose skin back along my shaft so that my purple glans was slowly revealed. My shaft was stiffer than ever.

 

“Well done Luce.” Keely said, “Try and get a picture of it like that. Make sure you get his balls as well.”

 

Lucy let go of my member and took out her phone. I twisted around in my seat so that she could get a good picture of it – and them. Once she was satisfied with the shot, she handed her phone back to Keely.

 

“Wow! It looks massive!” Keely exclaimed.

 

“A good likeness then.” I laughed, “You should send Caroline that one.”

 

“I can see the veins and everything.” Keely grinned, “There’s even a dob of pre-cum on the end!” she giggled.

 

“You better hand me a tissue then.” I said, more than slightly embarrassed.

 

Lucy gave me a tissue and whilst I dried myself she pressed send on the phone.

 

“It’s gone.” Lucy confirmed, “I wonder what Caroline will make of that?”

 

Before she could answer, Keely noticed something else.

 

“Uh-oh! There’s someone coming.” Keely exclaimed, “And I don’t mean Baz!”

 

I looked out of the driver’s side window. There was a young woman in a reflective jacket striding purposefully towards us. She was carrying a clipboard and it appeared that we were her intended target. She was approaching us so quickly that I knew I wouldn’t have time to pull my boxers and jeans up and make myself decent before she got to us.

 

“What am I going to do?” I said, exasperated, “I can’t let her see me like this!”

 

It was the quick-thinking Keely who came up with an idea.

 

“Luce, lean over, put your head in Baz’s lap and pretend you’re asleep.”

 

Without a thought of what she was doing, Lucy followed Keely’s suggestion. I felt the soft skin of Lucy’s cheek against my penis and her silky hair against my bare thighs. It felt wonderful. I looked down; Lucy’s prostrate form hid the fact that I was naked from the waist down. Satisfied that the attendant wouldn’t get sight of anything untoward, I pressed the button on the door to lower my window.

“Bonjour.” the woman said, “English?”

“Bonjour.” I replied, “Yes, good guess, English.”

“Hardly a guess. You’re driving a car with an English number plate.” she said sounding jaded.

The woman was about thirty, blond, pleasing face, tired eyes, and English. She leaned in close to the window and noticed Lucy nestling in my lap. She gave me a suspicious look. I can imagine why; to all intents and purposes it looked as if Luce was giving me a blow job. I gently stroked Lucy's silken hair as if I was comforting a somnolent child

 

“Shhh. She’s asleep.” I lied, whispering, “It’s been a long wait.”

 

“Sure. If you say so. Well I have good news.” the woman whispered, “Your long wait is nearly over. I hope to have a place on the Shuttle for you within quarter of an hour.”

 

“That is good news!” I said, forgetting to whisper.

 

“You better wake your companion up so that you’re ready to move.” the attendant said sardonically.

 

“Oh, I will.” I replied, “Thank you.”

 

The attendant hovered by the car expecting me to ‘wake’ Lucy. I wound up my window to indicate I wasn’t going to rush, certainly not until the attendant had left. Eventually the women moved on to another car, although she did glance back in our direction a couple of times. Not until I was convinced that she was distracted in conversation with another driver did I give Lucy all clear that she could ‘wake up’.

 

Lucy sat back up in her seat and I swiftly pulled my pants and jeans up in case the attendant came back.

 

"Well done Luce. I think that worked” Keely grinned, “Did you enjoy that?”

 

“I’ve never had one so close to my mouth before!” Lucy said, “I could feel it throbbing and it kept pressing me in the face!”

“Sorry Luce.” I said, “I couldn’t stop it being aroused.”

 

“You’ll never get a better opportunity to suck one.” Keely sniggered.

 

Although it was desperately disappointing that she hadn’t taken it in her mouth, I knew it would have raised the level of awkwardness with the attendant to another level. At that moment Lucy’s phone bleeped again. It was Caroline.

 

“Caroline says you’ve got a magnificent bitte. She says merci for showing it to her. And says we are lucky girls!” Lucy read out, "She wants to know if we've both had it!"

 

To say I was chuffed at Caroline’s compliment would be an understatement. I was as pleased as Punch, beaming from ear to ear. But the question she asked raised a serious concern; how would the girls respond? Both girls had ‘had it’ but would they admit to it? Would they even know?

“What shall I say?” Lucy asked, “She’s getting rather personal.”

 

“Tell her we had a threesome last night and he gave us both a proper pounding with it!” Keely sniggered, “Twice each!”

 

“Only twice?” I joked, relieved that they were seeing the funny side of it.

 

“Okay. Three times each!” Keely joshed, “Let’s put those Frenchmen to shame. We have our own Casanova.”

 

“Casanova was Italian.” I corrected.

 

“Whatever.” Keely said.

 

Lucy giggled as she tapped a message into her phone and then pressed send. She had a wry grin on her face.

 

“What did you put?” Keely pressed, “I know that expression. You’re looking naughty!”

 

“Much like you said.” Lucy grinned, “I put we had a menage a trois last night and Baz had us both three times each. Once in each hole!”

 

“Luce!” Keely screamed, “You can’t say that!”

 

“I wish!” I laughed.

 

I couldn’t believe that Lucy could even think so crudely, let alone write it. She always seemed so inhibited and innocent at home. I’d seen a whole new side to her this last twenty-four hours. I knew she could be cheeky but she’d taken her naughtiness to a different level. I think even Keely had been taken by surprise. Of the two, Keely was usually the most daring.

We were all still chuckling distractedly at Lucy's forthright message when the attendant came back. I wound down the window and tried desperately to remove the smirk from my face.

 

“You look pleased with yourself.” she said, “Having fun are we? I see you’ve woken your companion up.” she added with a degree of sarcasm.

 

“We’re just delighted to be going home.” I said.

 

“Sure. Okay, I’d like you to follow that car in front and you’ll soon be on the Shuttle and on your way home. Bon voyage!” the attendant said.

Within ten minutes we were securely parked in the Shuttle carriage. We were all still quite jovial; wondering what Caroline would make of Lucy’s last message. Unfortunately we wouldn’t find out for a while because Lucy had no signal on her phone. With no messages coming in we had to resort to talking to one another until the loading process was complete and we began our final journey homeward. The Shuttle almost imperceptibly started to move.

 

“We'll soon be home girls. We can say ‘Au Revoir’ to France.” I said, “I hope you’ve enjoyed yourselves?”

 

“It’s been great fun.” Keely said, “Hasn’t it Luce?”

 

“It has! It’s been quite an adventure. It’s certainly been an experience!” Lucy said, “I’ve done things over here that I would never even dream of doing at home!” Lucy admitted.

 

“Me too.” Keely agreed, “It’s almost as if what you do over here doesn’t count.”

 

“Exactly! Lucy concurred, “You’ve enjoyed it too haven’t you Baz?”

 

“Of course he has!” Keely laughed, before I had chance to answer, “It’s not every day he gets to see six girls completely naked. And gets to stroke most of their pussies!”

 

“Including yours and mine!” Lucy giggled, “I certainly wasn’t expecting that!”

 

“I must admit nor was I!” Keely chuckled, “I honestly didn’t mind though, did you?”

 

“I was nervous to start with, even just getting it out!” Lucy grinned, “But it got easier. In the end it seemed to spend more time out than in! That’s one of the things I wouldn’t dream of doing at home.”

 

“Baz’s cock spent a lot of time out too!” Keely laughed, “We both got to see it and even hold it.”

 

“I was nervous about that too! I didn’t know what to expect; I’d never touched one before.” Lucy admitted, “I’m glad I plucked up the courage to hold it. That was cool. I must admit to a certain fascination with it!  The way it responds to your touch, it’s almost like it’s got a life of its own! I’d do that again.”

“You’re not going straight on me are you Luce?” Keely laughed.

 

“No, far from it. When I look at it and hold it it’s more sensual than sexual, if that makes sense?” Lucy explained, “Like a favourite toy or comfort blanket. I must admit, I could get addicted to it.” Lucy smiled.

 

“Just Baz’s or cocks in general?” Keely asked.

 

“Oh just Baz’s; I feel safe with his.” Lucy reasoned, “It’s not like it’s a threat.”

 

I wasn’t sure if I should take this last remark as flattery or an affront! Listening to the girls talk so candidly about what they’d seen and done during our time in France was entertaining and, I must admit, arousing. Their frankness regarding their sexuality was enlightening. It had certainly been a memorable and eye-opening trip. I’m not sure that I could look at the girls the same way that I had before ever again. Did I love them more or less as a consequence? I really didn’t know. As I considered this conundrum, Keely brought me back to the here-and-now.

 

“Well Baz, what did you enjoy most?” Keely asked, the girls at last giving me chance to talk.”

 

“It’s all been great fun! An unforgettable time.” I said, “As you say, unbelievably I’ve seen six gorgeous girls completely naked, including you two, I’ve stroked five adorably cute pussies, including yours, and five delightful girls have played with my cock, including you two. I’ve made love to a lovely French girl. And I’ve shared a bed with four naked girls including you two and the beautiful young twins.”

“I’d almost forgotten about the twins!” Keely admitted, “And that was only this morning!”

 

“I wonder how the one with no panties got on at school today?” Lucy pondered.

 

“Top marks I should imagine!” I sniggered, “Certainly if I’d been her teacher!”

 

“How many people got to see her little naked pussy I wonder? I bet she couldn’t keep it hidden in that tiny skirt.” Keely giggled, “The twins were rather sweet – once I knew how old they were!”

 

“It was a shame we couldn’t stay another night." Lucy sighed, “I bet we could have had some fun with them. They didn’t seem to mind getting naked at all did they?”

 

Then Kelly posed a question: “Okay Luce – hypothetically: if we’d stayed another night would you have preferred to spend it with the twins or with Caroline from the shoe shop?”

 

“That’s a hard one; they were all gorgeous. But I’d pick to spend the night with Caroline. Especially now we’ve seen her naked and we know how daring she is.” Lucy smiled, “Now she could have all three of my holes!”

 

“Luce!” Keely admonished, “You’ve got a girlfriend don’t forget!”

“You did say ‘hypothetically.’ Lucy countered, “Which would you choose then Keely?”

 

“The same, Caroline.” Keely admitted, “I can just imagine her long, manicured fingers inside my panties rubbing my pussy!”

 

“Now who’s forgetting she’s got a girlfriend?” Lucy laughed, “Anyway, she couldn’t do that to me. I’d drop my knickers for her long before then! Oh my God, I’m getting wet just thinking about it!”

 

The Shuttle carriages are quite restricted. Most people sit in their vehicles for the short duration of the crossing. Occasionally someone will get out of their car to stretch their legs or go to the onboard toilets, but for the most part you remain undisturbed. As the saucy discussion was taking place I noticed Lucy had taken the opportunity to discreetly undo her jeans. She’d sneakily slipped her hand inside and was gently rubbing herself, completely unperturbed that I was sitting next to her watching. She was biting her bottom lip and her face displayed the obvious pleasure she was experiencing. I could see a glimpse of her lacy red panties. If that had happened at any time up until twenty-four hours ago it would have been rarer than hens’ teeth; I would have been overjoyed with excitement, now it seemed quite normal. 

 

“Girls!” I rebuked them, “I had no idea you thought like that! You've got filthy minds!”

 

“You’ve learnt a lot about us that you didn’t know before.” Keely grinned, “Okay Baz, who would you choose if we stayed another night? The twins, Caroline, or perhaps Collette from the restaurant?”

 

“Am I not allowed to pick you two?” I questioned, “I’d love to spend another night naked in bed with you both. You're still my favourites.” I smiled.

 

“That’s touching but it has to be one of the French girls.” Keely confirmed.

 

“Can I choose both twins? Eloise and Elodie” I asked.

 

“You can.” Keely ratified, “Is that your choice?”

 

“Yes. We’ve got unfinished business.” I said.

 

“By ‘unfinished business’ you mean you’ve not screwed them?” Lucy laughed.

 

“I wouldn’t have put it quite so crudely.” I said, “But it would be nice to go a little bit further.”

Keely returned to talking about Caroline, and in particular how splendid her boobs were. Lucy continued to rub herself softly, and I saw she’d now sneaked her hand inside her delicate panties. I deliberated if she’d mind me slipping my hand in there too. Cautiously I reached across and put my hand on hers. I needn’t have worried. She glanced at me and grinned, placing my hand under hers so that I was directly touching her delightful little pussy. I found her tiny, pea-like clit and stroked it soothingly and tenderly. Lucy moistened her lips with her tongue, her eyes crinkled at the sides and she smiled coyly with pleasure. She made a soft, whimpering noise. Keely must have seen what was happening but she didn’t intervene.

“Would you mind undoing your jeans and getting your thing out again?” Lucy said plainly, “I need to feed my addiction.” she grinned.

 

“Sorry?” I replied, it wasn’t that I hadn’t heard her it was just I couldn’t believe what I’d heard.

 

“I’d like to see it, and maybe even touch it, once more whilst we’re technically still in France.” Lucy explained, “Please.” she added.

 

I stopped rubbing Lucy’s pussy, extricated my hand from her panties and undid the flies on my jeans. I rummaged about inside my boxers and pulled my penis out. Lucy looked down at it and a broad smile spread across her face.

 

“It still fascinates me.” she laughed, “And it’s still stiff!”

 

“I’m not surprised given what I’ve just been feeling.” I smiled back.

 

“I honestly don’t know why you find my pussy so exciting.” Lucy said, “It’s only a hole!”

 

“If you consider it to be ‘only a hole’ why have you kept it hidden from me for over ten years?” I challenged.

 

“Fair point. Well made.” Lucy conceded, “If I let you touch it again can I hold your thingy?” Lucy proposed.

 

“Of course. Help yourself.” I said.

 

Lucy reached across and took hold of my erect member and started to slide her dainty fingers gently up and down my shaft. I stretched across in the other direction and slid my fingers inside her knickers and into her pussy. I quickly located her clit again and resumed fondling it. The irony of this is that I’m right-handed and was feeling Lucy’s pussy with my left hand; whereas Lucy is left-handed and was feeling my dick with her right hand. Not that it seemed to make much difference.

 

“Mmm, that nice.” Lucy murmured, although I don’t know if her remark was due to what I was doing, what she was doing or a combination of the two.

 

“I’m feeling distinctly left out here.” Keely said sounding despondent, “You’re having all the fun.”

 

“Lean in between the seats and join in. I don’t mind, do you Baz?” Lucy said.

 

“Not at all.” I replied, “But I’m sorry I can’t reach your pussy Keely.”

 

“I’ll just have to fondle both of you two then.” Keely sighed.

 

Keely leaned between the front seats and I felt her hand join mine in Lucy’s panties; she started rubbing Lucy’s pussy with me. Her other hand joined Lucy’s holding my dick, and they both started sliding it up and down in rhythm. My foreskin slipped down to expose my dome.

 

“That better Keely?” Lucy asked.

 

“Mmm, it’s okay. I still wish one of you was stroking my pussy.” Keely admitted sounding a bit downhearted.

 

“It won’t be for much longer.” Lucy said, “We’ll have to stop soon.”

 

Could Lucy sense that I couldn’t hold on for much longer? With both girls rubbing me and my fingers exploring Lucy’s cute little pussy it was a wonder I’d held on as long as I had. I knew it couldn’t last. I hoped Lucy was ready with those tissues!

At that moment the electronic information boards flashed up a message to indicate we were halfway through our journey. From hereon we would be closer to England than we were to France. The change in Lucy was as dramatic as it was quick. She instantaneously let go of my member and she physically removed my hand and Keely’s from inside her panties. She quickly adjusted her undies and did up her jeans and belt. Keely was slower to react, she still had hold of my member and continued to rub it.

 

“What’s up Luce?” Keely said, confused at Lucy’s actions.

 

“We’re effectively in England now.” Lucy explained, “It doesn’t feel right doing what we’re doing. You said yourself that what we do in France doesn’t count. I wouldn’t dream of doing those things now we are home.”

 

Keely gave my cock a couple of quick rubs then reluctantly let go of it. She sat back down. I poked it back in my boxers and did up my jeans. None of us spoke for a while. It was Lucy who eventually broke the silence.

 

“I wonder what the weather is like at home?” she said.

 

“Shouldn’t be much different to that we’ve just left.” Keely replied.

 

Conversation on the rest of the journey home followed in a similar vein. We talked about mundane subjects, never once straying into topics that could be considered risqué or racy. Given that for the previous day we’d spoken about little else.

 

The Border Force Officers in passport control would have readily recognised the two shy, reserved, demure girls that I was arriving in the UK with as the two bashful introverts that I had left with barely thirty-six hours previous. However, if I’d arrived back with the two exciting, raunchy, and daring, girls that I’d spent my time with in France, they would’ve struggled to recognise them. The difference in the girls’ demeanour was startling, like chalk and cheese. The change had affected Lucy the most but both girls were poles apart from their French alter-egos. The change was like Sandy’s transformation in the musical 'Grease' who went from being a pure hometown girl to a steamy ‘greaser girl’.  

 

As I drove the girls home I contemplated the change in the girls. Both girls’ alternate or second self’s were so unlike their normal or true personalities. They had expressed themselves in a way that was vastly different from their regular, day-to-day behaviour.

 

When we had left home there had been no warning signs that the girls were going to adopt or create these personality traits; that they would morph into flirtatious hotties. Had it been planned or did it just happen? I tried to recall the first signs that the girls were behaving differently to what I was used to.

 

From Lucy’s perspective she seemed to have much more self-assurance when she spoke in French, certainly as she grew in confidence with the language. At home she was sometimes insecure, even fretful. In France her ‘other self’ had been assertive and in control. I recalled how she had verbally demolished the obnoxious old sleazebag at the restaurant. I just can’t imagine her exhibiting that behaviour at home.

 

For her part, Keely had seemed genuinely shocked and embarrassed when I had inadvertently seen her in her in her sexy underwear at the clothes shop. But, thinking about it, both girls were wearing sexy undies. Did they always conceal a racy side beneath their conventional and strait-laced appearance? I’d never seen them stripped before (unfortunately) so maybe they did.

 

By the time we were at the shoe shop they’d certainly adopted a more outgoing persona. The things that they said and did there were so out of character from the girls I thought I knew. Yes, I knew they had a cheeky, mischievous side, but they took this to a whole new level. They had admitted to playing the ‘guess the colour’ game at home, so they’d obviously got a bolder side – perhaps they just concealed from me?

 

To a certain extent what they did after we had dined at the restaurant could, perhaps, be attributed to some extent on the drink. None of us were heavy drinkers and they did share a couple of bottles of wine at the restaurant and another couple at the guest house. They admitted to being slightly tipsy. Maybe this is why they were more promiscuous. But I’d witnessed them occasionally drink as much before at home without it making them as uninhibited (unfortunately!) so that wasn’t the whole story.

 

Maybe the short break in a foreign country had given them the freedom to explore their racier side; to shed their inhibitions, to experiment and try new things without fear of judgement or consequences. They’d certainly pushed the boundaries and explored new experiences.

 

As I mulled over all these ideas in my head I hadn’t realised I’d actually arrived at the girls’ house. I parked up and we started to unload the car.

 

“Can I leave you two to finish up here?” Lucy said, “I’ve got some stuff to do on my laptop.”

 

Keely and I agreed that we’d manage, and Lucy disappeared into the house. We carried a few more boxes of wine and beer indoors and put the cheese in the fridge. With still a few more boxes to unload we sat down in the garden for a rest.

 

“I expect Lucy is transferring the photos from her phone to her laptop.” Keely conjectured, “At this very moment she’s probably got her hand in her panties ‘flicking her bean’ as she looks at pictures of Caroline; she may even be doing it as she looks at the picture of your cock!” Keely laughed.

 

“Keely!” I berated.

 

“I wouldn’t be surprised if she uses that one as her screensaver!” Keely mocked, “She does seem fascinated by it.”

 

I was taken aback by Keely’s forthrightness. It was the first time I heard either of the girls speak so openly, so crudely, on home soil. What had seemed sassy in France somehow seemed coarse and out of place now we were home.

 

“What’s the matter Baz? Didn’t you expect us to think like that?” Keely teased, “I expect I’ll have a look at it myself later. In fact, I’ll probably get wet looking at it!” she ribbed.

 

“Oh, I know you have those sorts of thoughts. You certainly had plenty of them when we were in France.” I quipped, “It’s just that you admitted yourself that you’d done things over there that you would never even dream of doing at home.”

 

“C’mon Baz, relax, let your hair down a little!” Keely encouraged, “You were great fun in France, don’t be an old fuddy duddy now!”

 

The thought struck me then that perhaps it wasn’t the girls that had changed, rather it was me. Had they always been cheeky and flirtatious but I’d been such a stick-in-the-mud that it’d gone over my head? They always seemed so shy, so reserved. Had I been blind to it at home but had my eyes opened when we were away?

 

“If it helps you to chill, shall we pretend we’re in France again?” Keely suggested, “Lucy will be ages yet.”

 

“How do you mean?” I asked, totally confused by the direction the conversation had taken.

 

“Come with me.” she instructed with that now familiar ‘naughty-girl’ glint in her eyes again.

 

Keely took me by the hand and led me mischievously across the garden to a secluded corner of lawn that was hemmed in by high hedges, and framed by even taller trees. The lawn sloped slightly and the hedge obscured the view into the concealed arbour from the house and the neighbours. The sun was high enough to light the corner up and make it pleasantly warm despite the surrounding hedge. In fact, it was such a suntrap that the girls had placed a wooden love seat in the space.

 

“This should do.” she said excitedly, “Welcome to Little France!”

 

“I don’t want to rain on your parade, but what’s French about it?” I asked, “I suppose the love seat makes it quite romantic, and I can see there is a small lavender plant under the tree, but nothing else suggests France to me.”

 

Keely suddenly had an idea. When we had been in France she had purchased a miniature Eiffel Tower key fob (even though we’d been nowhere near Paris!). This was attached to one of the belt loops of her jeans. She removed it and set it down on the grass.

 

“There! That better?” she smiled, “I can virtually smell the odour of Camembert wafting from the fromageries.”

 

“I think that’s coming from my shirt from when I carried the cheeses through to the kitchen!” I laughed dismissively.

 

“You do want to do what we did in France don’t you?” she said, not best pleased with my negativity.

 

I nodded naively, still not understanding what Keely was alluding to. Keely took off her short, leather, cowboy boots and pulled off her ankle socks. She tucked these neatly under the love seat. She slipped the pink sweater from her shoulders and then started to unbutton her pink and white striped shirt. As her blue, lacy bra came into view my eyes widened and my mouth opened.

 

“I’ve got your interest now then have I?” Lucy quipped, “Funny that!”

 

She completed unbuttoning her shirt and removed it. Although I was getting used to seeing her like this, it still caused me to stare fixatedly at her splendid, naturally well-formed breasts and shapely body. Viewing her outside in the bright sunlight gave it a fresh dimension. The stud that she wore in her cute belly button twinkled as the sun’s rays hit it. The sheer material of her bra was even more see through under the natural light. Her areolae and prominent nipples were clearly visible.

 

She moved her hands to the waist of her faded blue jeans. She unbuckled her belt, then undid her fly buttons at the front. As she did so her now familiar blue panties came into view little by little. She lowered her jeans so that her undies were fully visible. Then she dropped her jeans completely and stepped out of them. She stacked her clothes onto the love seat. Keely stood facing me in just her sexy, blue micro-French knickers and matching bra, both of which were so diaphanous that, under the sunlight, the sheer chiffon material was translucent. She appeared virtually naked. I had a clear view of her tight little pussy – a view I would never tire of! The soft breeze tousled her sun-kissed blond hair. She looked drop-dead gorgeous.

 

“You do like my sexy French knickers don’t you? I got these to wear as a treat for Lucy really, but I think you’ve seen more of them than she has!” she grinned coquettishly, seeing where I was staring. She spun around so that I got a cheeky view of her peachy bottom. “I take it you can still see everything? Even my pussy?”

 

I nodded in silence, awestruck. As with every previous occasion (perhaps with the exception of the first time I’d seen it in the changing room) Keely didn’t seem at all uncomfortable that I could see her adorable little pussy. She made no attempt to cover it up. She just saw where I was staring and smiled.

 

“Well?” she posed.

 

“Your pussy is breathtaking!” I responded, not taking my eyes off it, “It’s so cute; I find it irresistible.”

 

“I didn’t mean ‘well, what do you think of my pussy’, I meant ‘well, are you going to join me?” Keely clarified, and to make sure that I understood, she continued, “Don't be shy. C’mon, strip off!”

 

What had seemed so natural in France now caused me to be feel awkward, uncomfortable. So perhaps it was me that had changed, and not the girls at all? I hesitated. I wanted the ground to swallow me up.

 

“You’ve not gone all shy on me have you?” Keely grinned, “C’mon, it’s not like I haven’t seen it before! Get it out!” she encouraged.

 

I hesitantly bent down and took off my brown shoes and socks. I deliberately stacked these alongside Keely’s under the bench. I stood up again and falteringly lifted my blue polo shirt over my head. I slowly moved my hands to my belt and unbuckled it. Then even more slowly I unfastened the top button of my jeans and gradually slid the zip fly down. 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. I put my clothes with Keely’s on the bench. I stood in front of Keely in just my blue boxers. Not for the first time Keely had noticed the swelling in my pants; this was becoming a regular, and embarrassing, occurrence.

 

“You’ve got an erection again haven’t you?” Keely laughed, “Let me see it!”

 

I was feeling more confident now, more daring, less inhibited. I gripped the top of my blue boxers and, instead of giving Keely a little peek at my member like I think she was expecting, I pulled my briefs right down to my ankles and stepped out of them. I stood in front of Keely completely naked with my erect penis in full view pointing proudly at her. I could see she was looking directly at it.

 

“Wow! I wasn’t expecting that!” Keely exclaimed, “Luce will be jealous. I know she’s fascinated by it. In fact, she’s probably upstairs now getting wet looking at a picture of it, and I’ve got the real McCoy to stare at. I can feel I’m getting wet too!”

 

She stared at it for a tad longer then realisation struck.

 

“Whoops! My bad!” she proclaimed, “I’ve let you get ahead of me. That won’t do, will it?”

 

She put her hands behind her back and unclasped her blue bra. She took her arms from the straps and let the garment fall away. When it was completely off, she tossed it onto the seat with her other clothes. She made no effort to cover her perfect boobs. I was close enough to see every detail of her bare breasts. The sun was shining on them making them glisten, in contrast to her matt areolae and erect nipples.

 

“You do like my boobs, don’t you?” Keely asked, "You've seen them a lot just recently."

 

“They’re fantastic!” I confirmed, "I could never see too much of them!"

 

Keely then gripped her blue French knickers, wriggled them down to her ankles and kicked them off. We both stood facing each other totally naked. I had a clear view of her tight little pussy.

 

“I love the way your todger responds to everything I do!” Keely grinned, “When I took off my bra I’m sure it grew and got stiffer. And now I’ve taken off my panties it’s got even bigger and more rigid.”

 

I didn’t respond; I just stared, bewitched by the magnificent view of Keely’s stunning naked body. In the bright sunlight, the view I was currently getting of Keely’s pussy was breathtaking. She purposefully stood with her legs slightly apart so that her slit was partially open. Her vulva was rose pink; it glistened in the sunlight suggesting, as Keely had intimated, that she was wet ‘down there’.

 

Keely stepped forward and knelt in front of me. She took hold of my erect member and started to stroke it. How many times had she done that in the last two days? Just as with every other time, I gasped with excitement at the sensation of her holding it. She pushed the loose skin of my shaft back towards the base so that my purple dome was exposed. She moistened her lips and then spat on the end. This was new! She guided my member towards her open mouth, but before she inserted it, she flicked her tongue out and licked it like she was lapping up a Mr Softie ice cream, causing the sensitive nerves in my helmet to go crazy. Then she opened her mouth and inserted my shaft, closing her lips around it. She slid her mouth up and down. I put my hands on her head and stroked her silky blond hair. As she slid her mouth forward I put a little more pressure behind her head so that my shaft went in deeper. I was amazed just how deep she could take it. She slid her mouth backwards and forwards several times then she finally removed it and looked up at me.

 

“I hope you enjoyed that?” she uttered, “Sorry, I’m a bit out of practice.”

 

I was speechless. I tried to say ‘Wow!’ but nothing came out.

 

Keely sat back on her bare bottom, planted her feet flat on the grass, lifted her knees and spread her legs so that her adorable little pussy opened up too. Keely put her fingers either side of it and opened it even wider. Whereas it had been rose pink not long before, it was now deepish red. She bit seductively on her bottom lip, smiled provocatively, and gave me a suggestive look with her bright blue eyes. She couldn’t have made it clearer what she wanted to happen next. She’d literally given me an open invitation to enter her with my cock – ‘dip my wick’ - as the girls had so delicately phrased it.

 

“What are you waiting for?” Keely asked, “You do want to put it in my pussy don’t you?”

 

“Of course!” I said, “But what about Luce?”

 

“She’s not here, and I am!” Keely replied.

 

“That’s not what I meant. And you know it.” I challenged.

 

“I won’t tell her if you won’t?” Keely said, “Look, I’m feeling really horny and I want a cock by way of a change. I want that cock to be precise!” she added giggling, pointing at my erection.

 

“If you’re sure?” I persisted.

 

“One hundred percent!” Keely confirmed, “Now get down here and let me feel it deep inside me, and not just for a few seconds like last time. I want to be rammed senseless!”

I must admit she had a way with words!

 

I got down on my knees but instead of positioning myself so that my cock was level with Keely’s pussy as she was expecting, I bowed my head in close to it. I was going in headfirst! There were two reasons for this. Firstly, I wanted to repay Keely for the pleasure she’d given me with her delectable mouth; secondly I knew that if I went straight in with my cock I was already so aroused that I’d be lucky to last more than a couple of minutes!

 

“What are you doing?” Keely asked, confused.

 

“Wait and see.” I reassured her.

 

I lowered my head in between her legs and softly kissed her pubic mound; then I gradually worked my way down with plucky little kisses until I was kissing her soft pussy lips. I slipped my tongue into her receptive pussy and licked her fleshy lips. I explored with my tongue until I found her clit. From experience (I was getting to know the girls’ pussies intimately!) I knew that Keely’s clit was bigger than Lucy’s. Whereas Lucy’s was only pea-sized, Keely’s was more like a broad bean. Having located it I licked the tip of her ultra-sensitive clit. I heard and felt her catch her breath with pleasure.

 

“Oh my God!” she gasped.

 

As I flicked her clit with my tongue I could sense it getting harder and larger, in the same way that my penis had reacted to her mouth only moments before. I now licked her clit with small circular motions; it responded to my touch by swelling up even more. Her clit had now swollen to the extent that I could suck it in between my lips and into my mouth like a lolly. I wrapped my lips tightly around it and sucked it in and blew it out again half a dozen times. I heard Keely squealing with pleasure.

 

“Oh my God! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” she gasped wildly, “Suck it again please!”

 

I sucked at her clit a couple more times. Her pussy was now very wet, very wet indeed! I stopped licking her pussy and kissed her pelvic mound again. This time I worked my way up her gorgeously smooth body. When I got to her cute little belly button I sucked her diamond stud into my mouth and expelled it again in much the same way as I had her clit. I kissed her taut stomach; I could sense her abdominal muscles tighten as I moved over them. Then I reached her wonderful boobs. I held them firmly in my hands as I delicately kissed and licked her nipples. I plucked them into my mouth and sucked on them. I could feel them harden. As I had moved up her body Keely had gradually laid back. By the time our lips met she was flat on the lawn with me on top, my cock hard against her pussy. We kissed passionately, exploring each other’s mouths with our tongues.

 

I felt Keely take hold of my member and slide it into her expectant pussy; it met no resistance, and because she was so wet, it glided in easily. She thrust her pelvis up to meet it, resulting in me going in much deeper than I had intended. She bucked up and down like a wild bronco several times, getting stronger with each thrust, loudly groaning, panting, and squealing with each lunge. As I bore down on her I moaned out increasingly lustfully and wildly as my pleasure intensified. I could feel that Keely had her fingers inserted in her vulva too and was pleasuring herself shallowly as I went in deeper. As well as thrusting up and down, Keely was now gyrating her hips rhythmically in slow, circular motions too. We were both getting more and more willing, more excited. I knew I couldn’t hold out any longer, I gave an extra sharp gasp and released. We both simpered as we mutually peaked. Both exhausted with pleasure we lay in each other’s arms, sated but satisfied. Our kissing was less intense now, more tender.      

 

“Mmm, that was nice.” she simpered softly.

 

“Thank you.” I whispered back, “You were terrific!”

"You shot your load in me didn't you?" Keely asked furtively.

"I did. Is that a problem?" I replied uneasily.

"No problem. I'm just not used to it that's all." Keely smiled coyly, "I had an orgasm too." she added with a grin.

I slipped my penis out of her and gently rubbed in between her legs with my hand, sensing how wet she was. She caressed my relaxing member and my balls. I was worried that I’d not performed to my best knowing that I’d emptied my balls into Lucy only earlier today. The thought of that suddenly struck home! I’d had sex with both Lucy and Keely – my two favourite girls - within eight hours! After waiting so long – they were like number nine busses!   

We laid canoodling in each other’s arms, our naked bodies intertwined; I could feel the heat of the sun beating down on me but this was tempered by a soft breeze filtering through the hedge. Neither of us spoke; I think we were both lost in the moment. I could hear the birds singing, no doubt disturbed by our amorous antics. A cock Blackbird was most vocal from his perch towards the top of one of the taller trees. His song was beautifully melodic, and each flute-like verse concluded with a cheerful ‘twiddle’. In the hedge, an invisible quarrel of House Sparrows chirped noisily at each other like old women. A solitary Robin ‘tic, tic, ticked’ nearby. I smiled childishly to myself as I picked out the iconic, high-pitched, and squeaky ‘see-saw-see-saw’ song coming from a pair of Great Tits. I looked across at Keely's magnificent breasts rhythmically rising and falling, and thought ‘How appropriate!’

 

I had been so focused on the birds’ sweet ensemble that I didn’t immediately notice another noise gradually intruding. As it got louder it caught my attention. It was a human voice, and the reason it was getting louder was that it was getting closer. To the extent that it was discernible as being Lucy.

 

“Keely! Baz!” she called.

 

“Shit!” Keely whispered, “We’re dead if she finds us like this!”

 

Panicked, Keely scrambled to her feet. Even in this action I couldn’t help but observe her captivating pussy. I followed suit, clambering to my feet, and we both dashed to the bench where our clothes were piled. We dressed as quickly as we could, fearing at any second Lucy would enter the confines of the arbour and stumble across us in a state of undress. How would we explain that?

 

“Keely! Baz!” she called again, “Are you out here?”

 

Lucy was getting close now, very close! Keely was almost completely dressed. I was somewhat behind as I kept getting distracted watching Keely dress. Eventually I was dressed too. We sat down on the bench, flustered.

 

“Keely! Baz!” Lucy repeated, “Where are you?”

“Okay?” Keely whispered to me. After I nodded that I was, Keely called out, “Over here!”

 

Moments later Lucy entered the arbour and found Keely and I sitting on the bench trying to look relaxed, and endeavouring to get our breath back.

 

“Here you are!” Lucy said, “Didn’t you hear me?”

 

“Sorry, it’s a bit sheltered in here.” Keely replied, trying not to sound guilty.

 

“What have you two been doing?” Lucy asked, “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” Fortunately, she didn’t sound suspicious or accusational.

 

“We got most of the stuff out of the car but we got a bit warm so we came out here to cool off before we unload the rest.” Keely explained.

 

“You do look a bit flushed.” Lucy observed, "And sweaty."

 

I thought, ‘Not surprising really given what we’ve just done!’ but I kept my thoughts to myself.

"You should've given me a shout. I could have joined in." Lucy continued, "We'd soon have everything off."

"S-sorry?" Keely stammered, wondering what Lucy was alluding to and getting the wrong end of the stick completely.

"With unloading the car." Lucy clarified, "What did you think I meant?"

I shot Keely a glance. I think she could tell I was imagining Lucy joining in with our antics on the lawn. Keely tactfully changed the subject.

 

"We managed. " she said, “What have you been doing Luce?” she asked.

 

“You won’t believe this.” Lucy giggled, “But I think we had such a brilliant time in France that I’ve been looking on the internet to see when we can go again!”

 

“I was thinking that next time we should go for at least two days – and nights! (she winked at this point). Just think what we could do together in two nights!” Luce grinned, “Would you be up for that Baz?”

 

“Baz has ‘been up’ for two days anyway!” Keely laughed, “In fact he’s probably still up now!”

 

Lucy unashamedly looked between my legs.

“I think he is!” Lucy grinned like a Cheshire cat, “Well Baz, how about it?”

 

"Vive la France!" I replied enthusiastically.

 

 

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