Free Use Experiment Ch. 03

His head fuzzy, Graham was woken by his bladder's incessant demands. As he trudged his way out of the room, he was too tired to notice the minor changes around the apartment, much more focused on emptying his bladder. About two minutes later, despite the signs of light trying to peek through any gaps in the curtains and blinds, he returned to bed. He was on holiday after all, why not have a lie-in?

Slipping back into the bed, he snuggled up to the pillow lying next to him and started to nod back off to sleep.

Jerking alert, Graham realised he hadn't placed a pillow next to him, and whipped the covers back to reveal a complaining Georgia.

"It's cold," Georgia muttered, spooning closer into someone who he assumed was Clara, who, for her part, despite only being able to see the back of her head, appeared lovely and warm next to Georgia's curves.

Not questioning what was possibly the greatest thing he'd ever seen, Graham replaced the covers over the two beautiful women and cuddled into Georgia, making her the filling in a naked sandwich, but he found himself unable to sleep, his cock sliding in between Georgia's butt cheeks very nicely, but also winding him up and making him horny. He couldn't help but rub himself up and down, his cock getting bigger and harder as he did so, but as far as he was aware Georgia was still asleep, and he didn't particularly want to wake her, so was trying to do so gently. What he did want was to put his cock inside her and fill her with cum, but he didn't want to cross that line of doing what he wanted against someone else's will. Not yet at least.

Against his own selfish wants and needs, Graham untangled himself from Georgia, instead sitting up in bed and gently reaching for his phone, trying not to disturb Georgia. To his surprise, he heard a small noise.

"Hey," came the whisper, causing him to jump. Settling back down for the first time, he also saw Clara, including Clara's small breasts, her dark black nipples, and her flat, toned stomach. "Sorry," she whispered again, "didn't mean to scare you. Georgia and I came to your bed a little while ago planning to surprise you, but we fell asleep. Hope you don't mind."

Completely confused, Graham didn't know what was going on, but, with his body so sexually charged, he couldn't help but drink in her dark skin, her slim and toned build, she was almost the complete opposite of Georgia who he found her so attractive, you'd imagine that he wouldn't appreciate Clara's body, but his cock was rock hard looking at her, wanting her. Almost as an afterthought, he realised that his dick was visible to Clara, and instinctively he tried to pull the covers over himself.

Reaching over to stop him from doing just that, Clara looked longingly at him. "Don't," she whispered, coming out more breathlessly, "let me..." Gently, she moved off the bed, and slowly, gently, walked over to the bottom of Graham's side of the bed. Putting one knee down, then the other, she crawled up the bed towards Graham who throughout the whole time lay there completely still, not sure what to do.

As she reached the top of the bed, her lips brushed Graham's, causing him to respond eagerly, returning the kiss with urgency and passion, one hand stroking her curly hair carefully, his other running across her smooth, dusky skin. She moved her head, kissing his neck, then his chest, and he removed his arms from protecting his groin, allowing her to move further and further down his body until, eagerly and tenderly, her tongue wrapped around the tip of his cock, causing him to gasp in anticipation and want. She took the head in fully, sucking and licking around it, slowly taking more of him in until, about halfway down she hit rock bottom. Coming up for air, her eyes locked onto Graham's own, and she continued to suck on him, in and out. Physically, it felt amazing, his cock was so sensitive it felt like magic, but, as he looked across at Georgia he couldn't help but feel real concern.

Seeing him looking, Clara slowly popped him out of her mouth. "Don't worry," she murmured, "we discussed this last night. She knew it was likely to happen."

As she returned to taking his length, he laughed. "That wasn't what I was worried about," he mumbled, "I was more concerned she was going to be upset that she's missing out."

As if on cue, Georgia turned over, her head ending up resting on Graham's lap. "I'm happy watching," she said quietly, her dark eyes staring up at Graham before falling lustily, wantingly on Clara's face, predominantly her mouth, as her lips sucked greedily on Graham's hard cock.

With Georgia's fingers brushing over his skin, and Clara hitting exactly the right spot, Graham could feel a familiar sensation begin to build but fought it successfully.

"If you carry on," he moaned, "I'm going to cum, and having done that a few times recently, I'm not sure you'll get more than one go."

Removing her mouth from his hard pole, Clara brushed a hand over Graham's chest. "You sure you don't want to fill my mouth?" She asked wantonly.

"I'm sure," he responded, pinching one of her dark, erect nipples, causing her to gasp, "I want my load to cover your body."

"Well I," Georgia laughed, "want to get what I missed out on yesterday."

As both girls giggled, Graham looked understandably confused.

"Oh," Clara explained, "Georgia came up to the wrong bedroom, and ended up giving the wrong sleeping person oral."

"It didn't help that a certain sleeping person pushed my head into their crotch," Georgia replied defensively.

For his part, Graham was just disappointed that he'd missed out. "I don't know if I'm sadder I didn't get a blowjob, or that I didn't get to watch you two fuck."

"Both," Georgia replied happily, "now, get off the bed so Clara can return the favour. I'm sure you could get behind her and think of something to do, not that I'd deign to tell you what to do," she spoke with a wink.

Graham could barely get off the bed fast enough, so keen was he to see just that. Although, he decided to wait to get behind Clara, because the longer he waited stood next to them, the more time he'd get to see both of them fucking.

"You pervert," Georgia laughed as she moved some pillows behind her to sit up slightly, "you've just had your cock in her mouth, surely you know what both look like.... Oh... oh fuck..."

It will come as no surprise that Georgia's cries came when Clara started kissing and touching her pussy, one hand running across her curvy body and, without a bra, large, hanging breasts. The slurping and moaning was driving Graham mad, so desperate was he to join in, but he held on without touching himself for as long as he could, until...

"Oh fuck," Georgia moaned, "oh FUCK! Oh Fuck Oh Fuck Oh Fuck!"

Despite Georgia cumming hard, Clara didn't let up, she just kept going, and that was when Graham moved to the end of the bed. Her pussy was part shaven, not quite an airstrip, but her cunt was completely engorged and sopping wet. He didn't need to find lube or even spit, he just placed his cockhead against her opening and slipped in.

"Oh..." She moaned as Graham gave her time to adjust. "Oh yes..."

He began to move in and out slowly, not getting a lot of friction with how wet she was, so gently pushed on the top of her toned ass. Oh yeah, that angle was better, her pussy tightening as her body moved. Oh fuck, he was already starting to feel a tingle, so slipped out of her, to Clara's immense annoyance.

"No..." she whinged, her mouth briefly leaving Georgia's cunt "put it back, put it... Oh..."

Not wanting to spurt before she'd had time to cum, Graham had moved down the bed, his tongue lapping against her clit. He was gentle but eager, dipping in and out, fingers pressing against her walls, leaving her begging for more as she tried not to get so distracted she stopped fucking Georgia. Clara was so close to orgasm when his tongue stopped abruptly, not that she had time to complain before his cock was back inside her. This time, there was no delay, no being careful, he had ahold of her hips and he went to town.

"Oh fuck," she moaned and gasped, Georgia looking over her body as Graham fucked this black beauty with real want and lust. "Oh fuuuuuu..."

She collapsed into silence as the orgasm took her, her cunt clenching hard, and Graham felt his balls tighten. Removing himself from her, he wanked desperately, his cock hovering over her ass, before, with a cry of wanton need, he released thick, white cum over her dark skin, the contrast alluring to Graham as he aimed for her asshole, covering as much of that tight hole as possible. Not that Clara noticed immediately, having collapsed onto Georgia.

"Ah," she moaned, "oh my... that," she spoke breathlessly, "that was great..."

"You weren't too bad yourself," Graham grinned, "come here."

Helping Clara to sit up, he kissed her gently, without the desperation of prior, but with no less need. He could taste Georgia on her tongue, as she could likely taste herself on his, and he followed by kissing Georgia, hers and Clara's juices now well and truly mixed. Fondling her breasts, Clara kissed Georgia in a way that made Graham's cock twitch again. He was besotted with Georgia, that was apparent, but to see the two opposites in the throes of sexual passion, of mutual attraction, fucking hell that was wonderful.

"So," he spoke carefully, "neither of you said you were bisexual."

Neither of the two answered immediately, although Clara gave a small cough.

"It's not like you asked," she answered with a small smile, "not that I can imagine we had time for it to come up naturally in conversation."

"And, apart from that, I'm not," Georgia replied slowly, "or, at least," she laughed, "I didn't think I was, but after thirty years I might be having an awakening!"

Almost simultaneously, Graham and Clara looked the buxom beauty up and down.

"Fuck off are you thirty!" Graham exclaimed.

"Exactly!" Clara agreed, "I thought you were mid-twenties! I'm only twenty!"

They both looked expectantly at Graham, who sighed. "Twenty-six."

Going red, Georgia suddenly felt ancient. "Oh God, I'm sorry," she mumbled, "I didn't mean to have you on... If I'm too old..."

Drowned out by the other two saying "Don't be silly," she felt somewhat better.

"Can't believe you're thirty," Graham said in disbelief, "I genuinely thought you were younger than me. You are a proper MILF, and look damn good."

"Fit as," Clara added.

"I'm glad to hear that," Georgia answered, "although I don't feel it."

"You absolutely should," Graham moved up the bed to kiss her gently, "now, who's up for a shower?"

"Mind if I go alone?" Clara asked, "I know it would be a lovely bonding experience, but I'm too selfish to share."

"You seemed to share me with Georgia no problem," Graham teased with a wink, but Clara was ready for him.

"Now, did I share Georgia with you, or did Georgia share me with you?" With that, she headed towards the other bedroom.

"Well, I would very much like to shower with you," Georgia admitted.

"And I with you." Now lying next to her, Graham bent down gently to kiss her, Georgia responded in kind, kissing more deeply and wantonly, until Graham could feel himself harden once more, pressing into her side.

"I think we'd best stop before we start something we can't stop," his lover spoke with a smile, and to Graham's immense disappointment, she got up off the bed, although he admitted his disappointment disappeared as he watched her walk towards the bathroom, a natural sway to her walk making her ass jiggle, and as she turned the corner he followed eagerly.

All three met in the lounge when they were sufficiently dressed, although the two girls needed to go to their rooms to get dressed in clean clothes, Graham following Clara while Georgia agreed to meet them for breakfast in five minutes. He thought it best should she need a hand with Gina, who could still be catatonic for all they knew. To their relief, she was snoring heavily, woken by a gentle push to the shoulder.

"Oy, Sleepyhead," Clara spoke gently, "time to go to your own room."

Waking slowly, blinking sleep out of her eyes, Gina eventually sat up and looked around the room.

"This ain't my room," she spoke slowly. Graham hadn't noticed yesterday, but her accent was African, although he admitted he didn't know enough to place it.

"No, it's mine," Clara said huffily, "you passed out."

"Aww, man," she clutched her head, "I feel like wasps are going to eat my brain," she moaned.

There was no sympathy coming from Clara. "What brain? You're the idiot who got her tits out and shouted at the bar staff?"

"What?" She cried, "You are having me on man!"

"Nope," Clara was blunt, "once you've fucked off to your own room and had a shower, you can go down and apologise."

"Awww man..."

Slowly, Gina barely looked up as she stood from the bed and exited the room, hopefully heading to get changed. Graham followed her outside, as despite having just fucked her he thought it appropriate to give Clara some privacy.

Reaching the dining room, which was mostly empty as they arrived. Georgia was only a minute or so behind, dressed in what was best described as more work clothes, plain, black and boring, although nothing could ever hide her curves, so she still looked dazzling.

"You look nice," Graham said, a gentle kiss on her cheek, leading to a dopey smile and red cheeks on her behalf.

Clara couldn't help but laugh. "Are you two sure you aren't a couple? Because, where I'm looking, you're acting like a couple."

Pleased that it wasn't just him who was apparently lovesick, he and Georgia shared a silly grin.

"Yes yes, it's good and all," Clara rolled her eyes, "but if I was one of these other girls, I'd start giving you a wide berth, and that's not going to do you any good getting some more pussy."

Pursing her lips, Georgia looked annoyed. "I know, I know," she sighed sadly, "after breakfast, it's probably best we only spend time together in your bedroom."

"I'm okay not to leave the bedroom," Graham answered with a wink, before laughing as both girls began to speak against that, "yeah yeah, I know what you mean." Looking over at Georgia, he couldn't but feel a pang of guilt. "Are you sure you're okay with me sleeping with other women?"

A wan, sad smile present on her face, Georgia nodded. "It is what it is, but I can't say I won't sleep with other people. Hell, if Clara's up for it I'm up for some more one-on-one time."

"Yeah, girl!" Clara cheered, holding her hand up, with Georgia high-fiving her. "That's what I'm talking about!"

"Remember," Georgia added, "if another bloke tells us to do anything, we have to, so please, don't feel bad or guilty if, or more likely when something happens. It's okay. Anyway, her smile returned more warmly, "we've still got the plane journey home."

"That, and I've got nothing keeping me in Yorkshire," Graham added, "I just never moved home after Uni."

"Settle down Casanova!" Clara laughed, "It's a bit early to say you'd move across the country for her."

Georgia's face though, was bright red. "Really?" She asked in surprise. "You'd do that?"

"I can't promise for definite," he admitted, "but if things stay as they are right now, I would like to."

"Even for an old woman?" Georgia said with a grin, but Graham wasn't falling for it.

"If an old woman asks, I'll consider it."

Laughing, the three grabbed themselves some food, spending the rest of the time chatting and talking like old friends. As they were almost finished, Graham spotted a few familiar faces, one of whom came racing over.

"Graham man," Sven placed his hand heavily on his shoulder, "I really owe you. Nadia and Claudia were insane in the sack, it was, AMAZING!" He shouted across the dining room. To be fair to his bedmates, as they sat down at their own table they looked content and pleased with themselves.

"I'm glad I could help, man," Graham said, "hopefully to many more."

"To many more," the blonde Swede agreed, "but hey," he looked at both girls sat with Graham, "it looks like you had quite much fun yourself yes?"

Going bright red, he couldn't help but grin. "A gentleman never tells."

Punching him on the arm, Sven laughed loudly. "You are sly dog! Anyway, myself and girls are heading to pool shortly after meeting. You join us yes?"

The invitation was to all three, but as the other two needed to head off to work, only Graham was free.

"I'll be there mate," Graham said with cheer, "what meeting's this by the way?"

"Oh," shrugged Sven, "cowboy man wants all men in same room. I have only met you and Terry so far, so would be good to meet rest! Anyway, is in ten minutes in reception, so do not be long!" With that, he headed off to his two ladies, grinning the whole time.

'Bloody hell," Graham shook his head at his thoughts, 'I wonder if he's ever not happy?' Shaking his head, he returned to focusing on the breakfast before him and two women with him, although he kept getting distracted thinking about whatever fun he could get up to with both of them next time...