Christmas in Carol

"Even so, what a horny atmosphere!"

"It was! Sex was definitely in the air that night. One of the girls in the next room to us sneaked in a local lad she had met. I don't know where her original sleeping partner went."

"Perhaps they had a threesome?"

"Not what we heard. Apparently she just laid there while they got on with the sex."

"Fuck, how cool is that?"

"Very. But you have to remember I was more preoccupied with my own new lover."

"That little hotel was a sex pit! I remember when I was there that three of the other boys pulled some local French girls. We didn't have double beds though."

She laughed, "Perhaps all the sex we had made them change them."

The vision of pairs of schoolgirls making love in every bed took me over the top and I blasted the remains of any spunk I had left in my balls into Carol's cunt, and she quickly frigged herself off before I had finished.

Well past the exhaustion stage, I fell onto my side and pulled the rug back over our naked sweating bodies, now fully warmed. I looked into my grateful married lover's eyes. Through the open doorway I could hear the other one groaning softly to the attentions of Lisa.

"Talking of sex pits," Carol laughed, cocking her head towards the bedroom.

Although temporarily exhausted, part of me wanted to rejoin them, but Carol shook her head.

"Leave them be, Tom. Especially as Lisa is her only lover apart from me."

"Does Salik know you about two?" Her husband was an envoy in the local embassy and spent most of his time traveling in Europe and often, as rumour would have it, accompanied by attractive women.

"Yes, he's okay with that, but only if it's girls. It's quite acceptable for him to fuck the opposite sex, but not me. That's the way the Turkish are, at least the ones I have met."

She moaned as I nuzzled her neck and bit her ear, "But you let me fuck you the other day."

"Three reasons, Tom. My sister-in-law Kamy will keep it secret because she is being naughty herself, and two, because I had last night already planned I knew we would end up fucking anyway."

Carol was fingering the ooze seeping from her pussy. "Shit, it's going on your sofa, Tom." She wiped away the mess with the corner of the rug.

"It wouldn't be the first time," I laughed. "And the third?"

"Third what?"

"The third reason you let me fuck you in Kamile's house?"

"Ha ha, quite simple! I was so fucking horny Tom, I hadn't had any cock in months. I was desperate for a good fuck." She snuggled in to me, soothing the wilting sticky mess that was once an erect cock. "And seeing we had already had sex all those years ago, I guessed that a reprise didn't count with my husband's silly rules."

"I am so glad that Kamile tricked me into meeting you that day," I whispered, not wanting to reveal our secret to Rachel. The reader can find out more in my earlier story "Essex Girl."

"Well, it was my idea," she giggled, "And all the time you thought you were going to fuck Kamy!"

I laughed.

"Not that I would have minded," she added, "I just wanted you first that's all."

It had gone noticeably quiet in the next room and Carol observed my eyes drooping, "Let's sleep for a while, Tom. We might need it for later."

Together, we drifted off in that traditional aftermath of passionate sex; naked, warm and sticky.

11:45 am

The tap on my shoulder alerted me to the aroma of my favourite smell, after pussy that is, frying bacon.

Rachel kissed my ear as Carol roused too. "Come on sleepy heads. We're cooking breakfast."

She pulled the covers off our naked bodies and drew back sharply, "Phew, you guys smell like a brothel."

I sat up, "And how would you know, miss?"

Rachel ignored my remark, "You two better go shower, the food will be ready soon."

I looked at my watch, we had been asleep more than two hours! Lisa and Rachel were in knee length t-shirts looking splendidly clean and fresh. I felt like shit. These lesbian types obviously didn't go through the exertions that we men have to bear to please our women. And ourselves of course!

Eager for food, neither of us fooled around in the tiny cubicle, we just soaped each other without getting too aroused. I doubt if that had been the case with the two previous occupants!

My apartment only possessing two kitchen chairs, the four of us sat on the floor in a semi-circle in front of the stoked-up fire, gorging on eggs, baked beans, bacon and buttered toast.

"So who's idea was this little gathering to entertain me?" I asked, following my first mouthful.

"It wasn't for you, big head," smiled Rachel, Not originally anyway."

"I don't understand."

Carol chipped in, "Rach and I had talked for ages about introducing a third girl into our fun, but Lisa was always difficult to tie down."

I laughed, "I've never had any trouble tying her down!"

Lisa laughed, her mouth full of egg, " Tom, it's not only the men who fancy threesomes, you know!"

Carol, also laughing, continued, "And the only time we could all click was last night, and we could hardly turn you out, could we Tom? Not on New Year's Eve anyway."

"No," added Rachel, "So we had to put up with some cock for our troubles."

"Sorry if I was an inconvenience," I mumbled, my own mouth equally full. I leaned forward to stoke up the dying embers.

"See?" laughed Carol, "As soon as we mention the word cock, he has to poke something hot."

I grinned and dug her in the ribs, "It's getting to be a habit with me."

Unbelievably, Little Tom decided to show an interest in the proceedings.

"Bloody hell, he wants to fuck again!" smiled Rachel, reaching into my groin.

We all laughed, but accepted that we'd had enough for the time being.

We did all have sex again later, after taking a walk in the snow, followed by a coffee in Starbucks in Kingston. I reveled in the attention I gained from being accompanied by three sexy women, especially when Rachel and Carol held hands and exchanged subtle kisses!

In the café, Carol received a text and, while the other two were engrossed in each other, she showed it to me.

'Happy New Year sweetie! Very boring here, had sex last nite with my husband, how worse can it get! Hope you had a better time. Love and kisses, Kamy xx PS If you see Tom, tell him I want his cock when I get back'

Carol reminded me that, while her own husband Salik was working in the Far East, her sister-in-law had gone home to Turkey for the holiday.

"Shall I tell her?" she whispered, "You know, about last night?"

I grinned, "If you want." The thought of fucking the very desirable Kamile at long last aroused me considerably.

Conveniently, Rachel and Lisa went off to the restroom together and I watched Carol type out her reply. I grinned at her wording.

Hi my darling Kamy, if you must know he is with me right now and says he can't wait to fuck your brains out. He's a bit tired poor thing having just had me and Rachel and his own lover Lisa too! See you soon, love you, Cxx'

When the two girls returned from the loo, looking considerably flushed (forgive the pun!), we returned home.

"You two were gone for ages, Lisa," I remarked as we ploughed through the powdery snow.

She grinned, "There was only one cubicle free, so we had to share!"

The thought of the two of them together in that tiny space had my head reeling and I smartened my step. Little Tom was ready for further adventures!

The fire I had lit earlier had heated up the apartment considerably, the girls were obviously in a horny state too and in no time we were all down to our undies squeezed tightly into my two-seater sofa watching some lesbian porn. Lisa was on my left, Carol and Rachel snuggled together on my right, the erection in my boxers inviting attention from any one of them.

Lisa soon got bored with the TV, got up from the sofa and knelt between my legs. Seeing her release my cock from its prison, Carol grinned at us and took up a similar position with her girlfriend.

Enjoying the attention on my cock, I reached across to release Lisa's little tits from her bra and squeezed a very erect nipple. Not one to miss out, Carol started to finger Rachel's pussy. This highly erotic group fondling gave me an idea I had read about on the Internet.

"Daisy chain you guys?"

Rachel looked at me, puzzled, but Lisa muttered incoherently on my cock and nodded, and Carol simply grinned. I ran and grabbed a large rug from the bedroom and laid it on the carpet. As we laid flat on the floor in a circle Rachel cottoned on to the idea and without hesitation buried her face between Lisa's thighs. I grinned and delved into Carol's soaking pussy while she herself went down on Rachel. Lisa completed the chain by taking me into her hot mouth.

In this sexy circle in front of the hot fire we all sucked and slurped in a silence only broken by sighs and moans. Before any of us got close we reversed the circle from anti-clockwise to clockwise, and I now found myself teasing Lisa's clitty while Carol engaged her greedy mouth on my cock.

When she suspected I was close to cumming, she called out, "Lets all try to cum together shall we?"

"Mmm" was the reply from the other two. I was almost speechless, totally absorbed in this atmosphere of total debauchery.

"I'm ready," I panted.

"Me too," groaned Carol while I watched Rachel suck lustily on her cunt.

"Give me a few seconds you guys," muttered Lisa, "Trailing a bit here."

"I'll soon sort that," I grinned, sliding a finger into her tight little asshole.

"Fuck!" Lisa screeched at the invasion and a few seconds later looked over at me, "Call it Tom, I'm ready now."

Watching Lisa also finger Rachel's asshole prompted Carol to do the same with me, triggering my own orgasm that I had been holding back for the last half hour. Hearing me groan with relief, the oral and finger ministrations increased in intensity, three tongues in vaginas, four fingers in assholes and a united female orgasm was achieved, their bodies humping with ecstasy, their voices crying out in relief. In her own moment of delight Carol had gulped and inadvertently swallowed my cum. Not that I was complaining!

I rested my head on Lisa's sweaty thigh, "Fuck," I gasped.

"Fuck is the right word Tom, that was a cum and a half!"

"I agree, Lisa," said Rachel, removing her face from Carol's groin, "I never thought I would cum while licking another pussy."

"Nor me," laughed Lisa, her face wet from Rachel's own cum.

For a while we all laid on the floor, gently caressing each others' bodies, the smell of sex strong in the warm room.

"Tea anyone?" I questioned.

The girls howled with laughter at the absurdity of the situation. We had just completed an orgy of oral sex, and here I was suggesting afternoon tea!

"How British!" laughed Lisa. Her birthplace was the scene of the famous Boston Tea Party.

However, my offer was gladly accepted, and putting on my boxers to cover my dribbling appendage, I headed to the kitchen. Lisa called out that they would all take a shower first.

As I boiled the kettle, I wondered if the three of them would fit into my tiny cubicle, but from the giggles I heard coming through the flat, I assumed they had managed it.

6:00 pm

Lisa had to return to Heathrow to resume her duties, and she departed with a fond farewell, which lasted a full ten minutes.

"God, how I wish I could stay and fuck with you all again," were her parting words as she climbed into the waiting taxi.

Carol and Rachel cooked dinner while I showered and washed away the smell of sex.

Over steak and chips, Carol asked a question, "Tom, do you mind if it's just me and Rach this evening? We don't often get the chance to be together these days."

I pretended to be disappointed, but to be honest I was knackered. However, at some point in the evening, when Rachel was on top of Carol on the sofa, I was allowed to watch the erotic scene and managed a weak ejaculation over Rachel's round ass. As requested, I refrained from fucking either of them.

Later, we spent that night all cuddled together but, until early the next morning, there was no more sex. I awoke to two pairs of lips arousing my cock and, while the two girls fingered each other to orgasm, I obliged them with my first one of the day. Erotically, they happily shared my sperm.

After all showering together, Carol returned to Kamile's empty house and Rachel and I set off for work.

Over our desks we grinned at each other and both uttered the same word, "Phew!"

Beryl, the elderly receptionist and office spy, asked if we'd had a good Christmas. If only she knew!

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© Tom Graham 2008