Breakfast for Three

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I woke up feeling deliciously relaxed. I turned over, and as my outstretched hand encountered something soft I remembered where I was. I’d spent a very pleasant evening with Vicky, and the evening had turned into an even more pleasurable night. I opened my eyes and turned towards the girl beside me. She was already propped up on one elbow and looking at me.

“Morning, lover,” she said. “That was an amazing night.”

“Glad you liked it,” I said. “You ready for breakfast?”

A wicked smile curved her lips. “Not yet – but I bet you’d like something to eat first.”

I grinned in return, and flipped the covers off her. She’d told me she never wore anything in bed, and as I looked at her body, I remembered again just how much I’d enjoyed the previous night.

She shifted position so she was on her back, and parted her legs, smiling dreamily. I moved down the bed, and bent gently to kiss her mound, then to tongue her opening and search for the hard nub that I knew would please her. My tongue touched it, and I was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure. I moved slowly at first, then more quickly, taking her clitoris into my mouth almost as I had done her nipples the previous night.

“Oh, ohhh, I’m coming,” she gasped, and ripples of pleasure coursed through her arching body.

When she had relaxed once more, I moved up and held her, till her breathing steadied.

“Now,” she said, “how about that breakfast?”

“Well, I shouldn’t be hungry after that, but strangely I find I could manage something.”

Vicky pulled a long t-shirt over her head, and we went through into the kitchen. She began to get things out for breakfast. Just as I sat down at the table, there was a knock on the door, and Vicky went to answer it.

“Oh, hi, Helena,” I heard her say, and a moment later our gorgeous red-headed friend followed Vicky into the kitchen.

“We were just about to have breakfast,” said Vicky.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say küçükçekmece escort someone had already had breakfast,” grinned Helena, looking at me and then at Vicky’s still-satisfied expression.

Vicky looked a little embarrassed, but then grinned and said, “Do you think you could manage something yourself?”

“Oh, I think I could cope with a mouthful or two,” said Helena, laughing.

She moved over to the sofa and sat down, untucking her top from her jeans, and glanced towards us. Vicky knelt beside her, and began to caress one breast through the thin fabric. I moved to Helena’s other side, and gently ran my palm over her other breast.

After a few moments Helena reached down and pulled up her top, so that all that now covered her breasts was the thin lacy fabric of her bra. Vicky and I continued our attentions, and Helena’s face began to flush and her breathing came more quickly.

I turned to Vicky. “Now?”

She nodded, and I reached out a hand and unsnapped the fastening of Helena’s bra, revealing her bare breasts in all their glory. Vicky and I now began to tongue and suckle Helena’s bare, erect nipples.

“Mmm,” managed Helena, “I’ll come to this café again.”

“You haven’t come at all yet,” I pointed out.

“OK, Mister Big Mouth,” she smiled, “seeing as you’ve noticed, why don’t you do something about that?”

I complied, unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them off, then taking off her panties. She stretched, and opened her legs so I could put my head between them and start to pleasure her. Meanwhile, Vicky continued to give both of Helena’s breasts attention with her mouth and hands.

“I have heard,” said Helena, her voice as normal as she could manage given what we were doing to her, “that if you slip the waitress something at the back door, she’ll make sure that your meal is extra special.”

Vicky paused for a moment and said, şişli escort “I don’t know what naughty little bird told you that, but it’s true.”

“I’ll take care of it,” I volunteered. I resumed tonguing Helena’s clitoris, but now reached up one hand between Vicky’s legs, which she had helpfully parted a little. First I slid a finger into her very wet entrance, then withdrew the finger and moved it a little further back, gently pressing the tip against her other opening. She tensed slightly, then relaxed, and my finger slid a little way in.

I could tell that it had the desired effect, because moments later Helena said, “Ohh, Vicky! Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop!”

I concentrated again on Helena’s clitoris, and I felt her building toward her climax. Her body arched, and my tongue seemed connected to the very inmost part of her as I did everything I could to prolong her pleasure.

When her orgasm had subsided, I rested my head against her stomach, and Vicky pillowed her head on Helena’s breasts.

“Phew,” Helena managed eventually. “That was delicious.”

She paused, then said, “There wouldn’t be any chance of some dessert, would there?”

I lifted my head from her stomach and grinned. “Sure,” I said, “whenever you’re ready.”

“Does it have filling?” she shot back.

“Definitely – do you want regular or cream pie filling?”

She thought for a while, then replied, “Can I decide when it comes?”

“Of course, but don’t decide too late, or you might be disappointed. And remember, if you want cream pie filling you have to serve yourself.”

Vicky lifted her head from Helena’s breast and moved to sit on the sofa so she could watch. Helena lifted her knees, opening herself even more fully, and I positioned myself so that the tip of my erect penis was against the wet entrance where my tongue had just been so usefully occupied.

I slid inside her, burying şirinevler escort myself deeply in her. “Mmm,” she said, “I like this dessert.”

I began to move slowly in her, and she responded by moving her hips to match my rhythm. She brought one hand to her mouth to moisten her fingers with her tongue, then reached out to touch one of my nipples.

“Oh, yes,” I said, “that’s good. Do both.” She complied, and it wasn’t long before I gasped, “I’m about to come.”

She hesitated for an instant, then said quickly, “Cream pie filling.”

I withdrew from her, and immediately she put her palms on either side of my slippery penis and continued the previous rhythm of my movement inside her. I groaned as my orgasm took me, and I felt myself ejaculate. My first spurt got her between the breasts, and she gasped with pleasure, wide-eyed. The second time I spurted onto her stomach, and it began to run into her navel. The third time I got her mound and down into her entrance, and she closed her eyes and ran her fingers over the stickiness between her legs, then raised her hand to her lips and began to lick her fingers.

“Can I share?” asked Vicky eagerly. Helena barely paused in her enjoyment to nod, and Vicky leaned over, not even bothering to use her fingers but licking at the blobs on Helena’s stomach and between her breasts.

“Now,” said Vicky after a few moments, “you two have got me all hungry again. I hope there’s something left for the waitress to eat after all the customers have had theirs.”

“I’m sure we’ll find you something,” grinned Helena. “Come here.”

Helena lay back, and Vicky straddled her. I positioned myself behind Vicky, and as Helena explored Vicky’s wetness with her tongue, I inserted two fingers into Vicky’s entrance, and gently caressed the opening a little further back with my thumb. It was almost as though an electric shock coursed through Vicky, and it seemed hardly any time at all before she was half gasping, half crying out, as her second orgasm of the morning took hold of her.

We ended up sitting side by side on the sofa, me in the middle, Helena’s head resting on my chest, Vicky’s on my shoulder, my arms round both of them.

I felt Helena smiling against my skin, and waited to see what her next remark would be. She spoke;

“What’s for lunch?”

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