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Elliot had been working for the firm for just over a year. He’d fallen in with the Friday evening afterwork pub gang. They were mostly a pretty sober bunch. They rarely went past two rounds. There were usually about seven or eight so they relied on Linda — the regular bar-woman — to keep track of whose round it was from week to week.

Lydia was one of the most dedicated. She rarely missed a week. She seemed to take a bit of shine to him so he’d began to linger after the others left for a last drink with her.

After a few weeks her language had started to get a bit saucy and he’d begun to fancy his chances.

Then one Friday she wandered past his desk mid-afternoon and told him she’d be giving the pub a miss that evening. She perched on the edge of his desk and explained that she was meeting up with her sister Dora.

Then she leaned towards him and said “D’you fancy coming along?”

“Oh no! I wouldn’t want get in the way if you’re having a family evening.”

“She’d love to meet you — you’re right up her street.” He hesitated. “She looks just like me…”.

“Oh — OK.” He was a bit disappointed. It seemed Lydia wasn’t interested in him after all. Still, spending the evening in the company of two gorgeous red-heads didn’t seem like too much of a chore.

She named a quiet pub over the other side of town and he said he’d be there.

After work he jumped on the tram and got to the pub about fifteen minutes later than their normal Friday evening meet. There were very few in the pub so he could see immediately that she wasn’t there. He ordered a pint of the local brew and took a table in the corner opposite the door.

Half an hour later he was nearing the bottom of the pint he’d been nursing and had just about given up when the sisters made a spectacular entrance. They were dressed identically in very short skirts and scoop-necked skinny tops. And they looked identical. He studied them as they sauntered across the pub. He reckoned he’d picked out Lydia by the glint in her eye. She was very slightly fuller in the face than the other woman — Dora he supposed.

Lydia stopped at the bar to buy drinks and Dora plopped herself down very close and said “She’s not wrong! You really are a hunk!”

She dangled a hand at him so, raising the stakes a bit, he took hold of her fingers and kissed her middle knuckle.

She locked eyes with him for four heartbeats and said “Yep! You’ll do!” and at that moment Lydia slid onto the corner seat on the other side. She put another pint in front of him, leaned over and gave him a feather-light kiss on the lips.

He was very pleased with the bare legs pressed against him from either side.

They chatted amiably for an hour — and another round of drinks. Elliot was feeling relaxed and happy. Both women were paying him a lot of attention. Lots of fleeting touches and smiles. The pressure of their legs was constant.

Every so often one or another would press a firm small tit against his arm or rest a hand on his thigh whilst making some conversational point.

Then Lydia said “We need to get something to eat — would you like to join us?”

He hesitated for a second — not wanting to seem too pushy.

“We’re having Chinese and you’d be very welcome to join us.”

“Of course! I’d love to.”

They finished their drinks and headed out into the night. The nearest Chinese restaurant was fairly close by so Elliot was a bit surprised when Lydia flagged down a cab. They all squeezed in the back seat — Elliot in the middle again — and Lydia gave an address to the driver.

They headed into the ‘burbs and Elliot knew they weren’t heading for a restaurant at all.

Lydia led the way to a tall, narrow town house and fished the keys from her handbag.

Inside they headed upstairs where the first floor was one large sitting room. As he looked around the room Lydia said “I’ve ordered out — the local take-away delivers so we can get comfortable. Dora will look after you I’m just going to freshen up.”

She ran up the open stairs to the second floor.

Dora sat at his feet and said “Let’s get these off.” She began to unlace his shoes.

He looked down at her and saw what he’d suspected from the start — she wasn’t wearing a bra. She saw where he was looking and pulled her shoulders back. “Do you like them? I know they’re not very big but they’re fun to play with.”

Elliot blushed as Dora raised up onto her knees and leaned to whisper in his ear. “No knickers either…”

“Hrr-hmm — ah sorry — I didn’t mean to stare.”

“You’re welcome — look all you want.” She hooked her finger in the neck of her top and pulled it away from her body giving Elliot a clear view of her perfect little tit. Showing a large erect nipple and a tightly puckered aureola.

At that point he heard the whisper of bare feet on the stairs. He glanced to where Lydia was half way down the stairs. She said “Whoa girl — don’t get ahead of the game!”

Lydia was dressed for bed. A loose pair of terry-cloth shorts and a T-shirt three sizes too ankara yabancı escortlar big. “Go and change Dora. Give Elliot time to catch his breath — he’s only just got here!”

As they passed at the foot of the stairs Dora said, in an audible ‘stage whisper’, “You’ve had him to yourself for a year! Give a girl a chance!”

Lydia cleared a couple of ornaments and a stack of magazines off the low table and started throwing cushions on the floor. “Come on Elliot — lose the jacket and tie — it’s quite warm enough — get those socks off.”

As he undressed as much as he could Lydia fetched bowls, chop sticks, glasses and a wine-cooler from a low sideboard and a rather good bottle of Sancerre from a small built-in fridge.

“Err — I think I’ve had enough alcohol Lydia. Got to get home.” She stood and looked down at him.

“Why? You’ve nothing urgent to do in the morning have you?” As she handed him a glass of wine he heard Dora on the stairs. He turned to look. She was wearing a man-sized Harlequins rugby shirt that just covered her crotch. He thought he caught a quick gimps of flame-red fur before it dropped below eye-level.

The door-bell sounded. “Ah — that’ll be the food. Would you go Elliot — we’re not really dressed for it. It’s all paid for.”

He collected the carriers from the delivery man and bounded back up the stairs. Lydia was kneeling Japanese style on a cushion. She patted the cushion beside her and he sat down. Across the corner of the table from him Dora was also kneeling on a cushion.

As they relaxed and chatted over dinner Dora got up off her knees and sat on the cushion with the soles of her feet together. Her rugby shirt rode up clearly showing the moist, slightly open lips of her pussy.

He couldn’t help staring. Lydia leaned sideways and said quietly “She’s completely shameless!” but didn’t complain when he just kept on staring.

When they’d finished eating Dora cleared away the things and Lydia led Elliot to the big corner sofa. She sat him down and plonked herself in his lap.

“Don’t you think we should do what we’ve both been thinking about doing for the last three months?”

“Oh, and what’s that?”

“I want us to fuck… Don’t you?”

She wrapped her legs behind his back and her arms around his neck and kissed him softly on the lips. He could feel her tight young breasts pressing against him through her thin T-shirt. His cock was growing rapidly and she wriggled slightly until it nestled between her buttocks.

When she came up for air she said “Well, I’ll take that as a ‘yes’ then!”

“What about Dora?”

“OK… well, we could tell her to piss off home. Or. We could both strip off and you’d have six holes to choose from.”

“I’ve never done anything like that before.”

“Don’t you fancy sliding that weapon into two horny wet cunts? We can cuddle up close for you and you can give us alternate strokes…”

“Wow — have you done that before?”

“No… but we’ve been talking about it since we were fifteen.” She kissed him again. “I’m sure she’s as tight as I am…”

He kissed her back and ran his hands up inside her shirt. He started to rub her bare shoulders.

“I was rather hoping you and me might be up for something a bit longer than just a fling.”

“I’d like that too but if you’re the jealous type I don’t think I could cope. Anyway, I’m not. So I don’t see why Dora can’t have a little taste without spoiling it for us.”

Dora finished clearing up and came to stand by the sofa. She sneaked a hand under her rugby shirt and lightly stroked her muff. “Do you want me go go Elliot? I will if you want but I’d really like to stay.”

Lydia leaned back with her hands behind his neck and looked at him. His hands fell to rest on her hips. He could feel she wasn’t wearing anything under her terry-cloth pants.

“I want you. I want you inside me. So does Dora. You choose… me, Dora or both?”

Dora whispered “Please say both.”

“OK — if that what you both want.”

“Yay!” Dora dove in and he had both women snogging him at once.

As they all cuddled and kissed Lydia slid off his knee and pulled her T-shirt over her head. She pulled his knees apart and crawled between them. She undid his belt, button and zip and pulled at the waistband of his boxers. His hard cock emerged.

“Oooo! Just as I thought — a nice big one!”

Dora immediately pulled away to get a look. As she bent to kiss the tip of his cock Lydia stood and dropped her shorts. She pulled her socks off with the shorts and moved in to get to work on his shirt buttons.

Dora stepped back and wasted no time in pulling off her rugby shirt. Both girls were now starkers and Elliot was feeling decidedly over dressed.

He stood up to remove his cufflinks and obligingly lifted his feet one at a time for the sisters to remove his trousers and pants. He shed his shirt. The girls, kneeling at his feet, took turns gently sucking on the knob of his penis.

“Ngaaarrr! You’d better stop!”

The two women looked up at him with ankara yeni escortlar his cock pressed between their two cheeks.

Lydia said: “You can come in my mouth if you want — I’ll really enjoy it. We’ve got all weekend for you to cum in my other holes.”

“Me too!” Said Dora. “I’m feeling a bit submissive this weekend — you don’t have to ask — just take what you want.”

Lydia: “I’m so horny I want your cock in me!” She plunged her lips over his knob and took him deep. She was rubbing the underside of his cock with the root of her tongue when he lost it and started to unload three weeks of cum into her lovely mouth.

She sat back on her heels and looked at Dora. Dora knew she was holding his warm cum in her mouth.

“Is it nice cum? Can I have a taste?”

Lydia leaned forward and their lips met.

Elliot watched as Lydia squirted half his cum into her sister’s mouth.

“Mmmm!” Dora rolled it round her mouth and swallowed carefully. She looked up at him. “Elliot that’s really lovely — thank you.”

Lydia was still playing with her share. She swallowed too – “She’s not wrong. That was a bit nice. More please!”

The sisters tried to revive his erection for a few minutes then relaxed. Dora put on her shirt, Lydia put on her pants. They fetched a bottle of good Armagnac and three cut-glass brandy bubbles and curled up on the sofa either side of him.

“Dora, tell Elliot how you lost your virginity.”

“Oh no — it’s too rude! And I was too young!”

Elliot’s ears pricked up. “How young.”

Lydia said “She didn’t lose it as such… more chucked it away.”

“Oh Lydia! It’s my story and I don’t want to tell it.”

“No?”

“Well not tonight…” She gazed up at him. “I want Elliot to think well of me.”

“Oh go on! It can’t have been that bad!”

Lydia: “It was!”

Elliot lifted Dora’s chin from where it was buried in his armpit. “How bad?”

“I was hiding in the changing room after games. Watching the boys.”

“That’s not so bad — as long as you didn’t get caught.”

“I got caught. Most of them’d left by then though.”

“And you couldn’t talk your way out of it?”

“I was naked and I was having a wank. I made too much noise as I came.” She squirmed up against him. “I didn’t really try to get out of it.”

“None the less — ‘no’ means ‘no’!”

Lydia: “Hmmm — ‘no’. Pity you didn’t think of that!”

“Well they were so cute with all their bits out — I couldn’t help myself.”

“But most of them had left by then?”

“Yes. There were just five of them left.”

“And they all had you?”

“Oh yes. One after the other. Three of them twice.”

“And you were still a virgin?”

“Only for the first one…”

“And you were how old?”

“Fourteen…” Lydia snorted. “…nearly fourteen.”

“Thirteen! How old were they?”

“They were mostly seventeen.”

“Mostly?”

“Two were seventeen the others were — older. They didn’t say anything. They made a pile of gym mats and waited. I just laid down in the middle with my legs open. The oldest one knelt between my knees and felt me up. I was very wet so he just eased his cock into me. When I didn’t object he popped my cherry. I still didn’t complain at all so he started fucking me. He didn’t take long before he shot his load in me. Then the others all fucked me.”

“What was it like? Did you enjoy it?”

“I loved it! Even though none of them made me cum I just loved the feeling of being full of cock. I really love the sensation of a nice cock sliding in and out of me.”

All this talk was having its effect and Elliot was getting hard again. Dora removed her shirt again and lay on the floor with her legs open.

“I was just like this — but without the bush.”

“That’s all very well but I came here for Lydia and she should decide who goes first.”

Lydia stood and removed her pants again and lay down beside Dora. She opened her legs and crossed her right leg over Dora’s left.

“Do me first.”

Elliot knelt between her legs and slid his bare cock into her very wet cunt.

“Oh! Now that is lovely Elliot!” She tilted her hips to get him in deeper. “Give me five minutes then Dora can have some.”

Dora crossed her arms under her perfect 34Bs and pouted while she watched Elliot fuck her sister.

After a few minutes of steady shagging Elliot was getting a bit to close to cumming so he slowed down and eased his cock out of Lydia.

He took his time standing up and stepping between Dora’s thighs. His big cock was bobbing slightly with his heartbeat. It was dripping with Lydia’s juice.

He knelt down. “Are you sure you’re both OK with this… I’m a bit gooey.”

Lydia spoke up. “Don’t worry about it. It’s no different from when we wank each other with the same dildoe.”

That was too much for Elliot. He rammed his cock in Dora and she cried out as he hit bottom. He held still and said “Oops! Sorry!”.

“Don’t apologise! I told you — just take what you want.”

Elliot fucked her hard for sincan oral yapan escortlar five minutes. Then had to stop at the risk of blowing his load. He pulled out, breathing hard.

“You can cum inside me — I’m baby-proof…”

Lydia said “My turn! Greedy girl!”

Elliot stood again and returned to Lydia. He eased back into her and started to fuck her gently. She caressed her breasts and gently pulled at her nipples.

“Hey — don’t just pussyfoot about! Bang me!”

Elliot locked eyes with her and gently withdrew until just the tip was inside and then slammed back in hard.

Lydia bent her knees and opened her legs high and wide. Elliot had full access. He banged her hard.

He could see her impending orgasm in her face. All he had to do was hang on to his spunk for another half a minute.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Dora’s left hand reach out towards her sister’s mound. She gently laid three fingers on Lydia’s fiery snatch and began to massage in small circles in time to Elliot’s thrusts. She could feel the movement of Elliot’s cock in the heel of her palm as it rested on Lydia’s belly.

Elliot could see from Lydia that it was exactly the right thing. Her orgasm was now very close. He relaxed his control and let his own orgasm develop.

Dora moved her index finger south to Lydia’s clitoris — keeping her gentle massage going.

Elliot felt the first contraction of Lydia’s cunt just as his first jet of spunk sprayed out. His involuntary cry let the women know he was cumming inside her.

Lydia could feel some of it leaking out and slipping down her bum-crack. She was going to have to clean cum off the carpet again!

She turned to smile at her sister. Dora was a randy little fucker who’d hog all the cock to herself if she could. But she was generous at heart and had made sure that Lydia’s first fuck with Elliot was perfect.

Dora withdrew her hand as Elliot carefully lowered himself onto Lydia’s supine body. As he snuggled her up he was careful not to crush her with his weight.

Dora stood up and helped herself to a little more of the excellent Armagnac. She sat on the easy chair and tucked her legs up. Elliot was quite a find. She felt a little twinge of jealousy. She’d probably be able to get a bit of that good sex for herself now and then but it was obvious that Elliot and Lydia would be a couple for quite a while.

Later, all shagged out, they went to sleep in Lydia’s big bed. She slept in the middle with Elliot snuggled up on her right and Dora’s warm back pressed against her left side.

She’d get up first in the morning and give Dora some time alone with him. She was sure of him though. “Nothing’s for ever in this life”, she thought, “but I’m going to be spending quite a bit of it with that lovely man.”

The big question was how would he react to her gang-bang idea. Originally she’d planned to seduce him first and, later, get him to recruit four or five of his cricketing buddies for a weekend fuck-fest with her and Dora.

She fell asleep and dreamed of the future.

==========

Elliot awoke to the smell of bacon. There was a warm body pressed against his back. He turned onto his back and she gently cupped his balls in her left hand.

He studied her face. “Good morning Dora.”

She giggled. “How do you know it’s me?”

“I’ve got twin sisters — it’s not that hard with a bit of practice.”

“We’ve got about fifteen minutes before breakfast. Give me a nice long fuck.”

“Hmm — what’s Lydia going to think about that?”

“She’ll be fine! Anyway I’m going back to Bristol after lunch. So You won’t see me for a while.”

“I don’t want to hurt Lydia. I’m hoping…”

“She really won’t mind — we’ve always tried out each other’s boy-friends. Besides, I can tell you after last night you can have Lydia for as long as you want.”

“Hmmm…?”

Dora rolled over and picked up the beside ‘phone. She dialled the kitchen on the intercom and pressed the speakerphone key.

“Morning you two — breakfast in fifteen minutes — make the most of it!”

“Morning sis, can I fuck Elliot please?”

“Of course! As long as he wants your boney arse.”

“Thanks sis — love you!”

She closed the call and rolled back over.

“Please!”

Elliot grabbed the quilt and threw it off. He lay on his back with his cock slowly rising. “Help yourself.”

Dora stood on the bed and stepped astride him. She stroked her pussy a couple of times then licked her fingers and stroked once more.

She lowered herself down and squatted over him as she took his cock, wanked him twice and fitted his knob into her entrance. She sank down slowly until her clit was pressed hard against his crotch.

Still squatting she bent forwards until her perfect, tiny tits were pressed to his chest and kissed him gently on the lips.

She tightened her cunt and squeezed his cock. Then she held his shoulders, arms straight, and started to slowly pump her hips up and down.

He gazed into her deep green eyes as she fucked him. Her control was excellent. Every few minutes she stopped, pressed her clit against him and stirred her hips. The feeling of his cock running around the tube of her cunt while her clit was throbbing on his pelvis was interesting. It was pleasant but oddly not at all stimulating for him.

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