by Carmen Faye
He did something with a few keys, waited for something to happen and then closed the laptop lid and set it over on the nightstand, with his head phones. "Then come here you two. Sounds like I owe you weeks’ of sex."
Sydney leaped onto the bed and rushed him, while Shayla removed her pants and G-string and came to him, sitting down on the edge of the bed, rubbing his leg and then undoing his pants while Sydney indulged herself with his mouth. After his cock was out and his pants down enough not to be in the way, she started sucking on him, loving the feeling of his cock in her mouth. He was nice and thick, and just long enough to feel like a challenge.
Normally she didn't enjoy blow jobs. She did them occasionally. Usually only when she felt she had to, which were rare occasions. Sydney loved sucking cock. She said she would rather suck a cock then have her pussy eaten. Shayla couldn't back that up the way she was squirming around and howling last night.
With Neil though, she had an urge to be close to him, and to be as sexy as possible. Giving head, was sexy. She felt sexy doing it too. But after about ten minutes and Sydney climbing off the bed to get her pants off, so Shayla straddled Neil's thighs and got his cock into her pussy.
"Oh, fuck me," she breathed, her head going back, as the thick mushroom of his head slipped in. "God damn you’re thick. I didn't think... oh fucking hell."
She worked his cock with her hips and thighs, grinding down on him with her abs, loving every inch of being stretched and opened. "Oh Neil, oh sweet mercy," she panted. "God your cock is so fucking nice."
Neil brought Sydney to him, and began sucking on her breast, as he worked two fingers into her pussy. Sydney gasped and squirmed and came right there. Watching her climax brought Shayla to a nice, nearly perfect climax, spreading through her body like hot honey on her soul, but she still didn't have him fully inside. So she continued to work him, pressing down with each stroke of her hips, spreading herself even further open.
"Sweet mercy," she moaned, shaking her head, her hair fanning out around her, "Fuck. Oh Neil, god I'm so fucking yours. Shit."
Sydney was kissing him now and squirming again as his hand was bringing her close to another climax.
"Again?" Sydney moaned with a whimper. "You want me to come again?"
Shayla got him fully inside and started fucking him, and grinding her clit into the base of his cock.
"Fuck yes! Ah fuck yes!" she moaned and ran her nails down his chest and then along his shoulders. "God Neil! It’s, it’s, oh god--"
Her climax came with a rush. Suddenly it was just there and she was caught by surprise. It rolled her like she was drunk in an alley, "Oh fucking hell!" she screamed as her body went wild, and wanton around his cock.
She sagged against him, and after several minutes he picked her up by the ass and set her aside, then pushed Sydney down onto the bed, and got between her open and willing legs.
"Yes Neil," Sydney moaned. "Love me Neil. I want you so bad. Please."
When he entered Sydney, her whole body arched and trembled. "Oh fuck! God Neil! You're so fucking big! Fuck! Oh god! Don't stop! Fuck me Neil!"
Shayla laid on her side, and watched her two lovers embrace, fascinated by the emotions blossoming inside of her. Sex wasn't an emotional thing for her. It just wasn't. But the connection she was feeling to the both of them was bringing tears to her eyes.
It was never going to the the same again.
Never.
Sydney was pounded by Neil for twenty minutes at least, going through orgasm after orgasm. Her hair was drenched with sweat and her hands were only able to claw feebly at the sheets or his arms.
Neil then rose up from Sydney and grabbed Shayla, bringing her up to her knees, her ass in his hands.
She was looking into Sydney's beautifully wide eyes when Neil entered her, and she gasped in blissful agony as he pushed all the way inside of her.
"God!" she cried out in a long wail, her hips twisting as her abs clenched and released giving her voice a throbbing sound.
Then Neil began to fuck her and Shayla’s whole concept of sex and orgasms was rearranged and puzzled together into wild and beautiful designs she never thought existed.
At some point Sydney got her body under, and her mouth on Shayla’s breasts. She was only vaguely aware of Sydney masturbating furiously while she watched Neil pound into her hard ass.
Shayla was having one long orgasm which didn't peak into a climax. It just grew in size and agony, twisting her body and clutching her abs into knots as she clawed at the bed and rubbed her face into Sydney's neck and breasts.
Shayla was at the point of going mad with the agony inside of her, swirling and building in waves and currents, and then Neil took a hold of a hand full of her hair and pulled her back, bending her up, and lifting her off the bed.
"Oh fucking mercy!" she cried out and the climax ripped through her like a tide of electric lava.
Then Neil began to climax, and he pulled her back even harder, and fucked her into a wildness never explored before. She was in a place where she had no other desire than to be fucked, and to please, and to feel his climax in her was all that mattered.
"Give it to me Neil! Please! I want you so bad! Take me!" she howled, amazed that this was her voice, her throat saying these words.
When he climaxed, she felt his cock harden, and thicken and become much hotter, and then she felt his release with a bliss she never associated with a man's climax before.
Neil let her go and she fell down on Sydney like a rag-doll. Sydney took her into her arms and kissed her neck and her lips and massaged her right breast, pulling at her nipple, while Shayla shuddered with after-climaxes and quakes of pleasure.
After a while, Neil got out of bed and walked toward the hallway. They watched him go, not sure if they should follow or not.
"Fuck Shayla," Sydney whimpered, "It's never been like that before. I was so totally his."
Shayla sucked on her friends breast, collecting her thoughts. Trying to find some reasonable explanation for the heighten experience they both just felt with Neil.
Was this what sex was when you were in love?
They heard the blender come on, and looked at each other and smiled. Strawberry margaritas sounded so fucking good right now.
They left the bed like girls, giggling and pushing each other so they could get there first. The sight of Neil standing naked in their kitchen, with his long legs and perfect yummy ass, and that fucking awesome V-shaped back, brought them up short.
Sydney clutched at her, "Oh god," she hissed.
Neil turned off the blender and poured three glasses out, and then turned giving them one each before washing out the blender and setting it back together. Picking up his, he said, "I would have brought them into you."
"We got excited," Sydney told him.
He nodded then turned around and took down three shot glasses and filled them with tequila. He handed one to each of them and then said, "To us."
"Yes," Shayla said.
"Yes," Sydney said, with a vigorous nodding of her head.
Near dawn they fell to sleep, sharing Neil between them, after a night of sex, talking and turning him on with their girl-girl action, which got him hard several times.
Shayla woke to the sound of love making, as Neil fucked Sydney with a slow loving rhythm, which had her clawing at his shoulders and groaning from deep in her lungs. She watched them, feeling nothing but per love and satisfaction.
She leaned into them, and kissed them both, and then got out of bed and headed for the shower. Up until then, she had felt the need to share him equally. If Sydney got a kiss she wanted one too, and if Sydney got laid, well she wanted to be laid as well. But this morning all that changed. Last night was wondrous. Far more satisfying than she believed sex could ever be. She had no doubts in her heart that if she asked, one of her lovers would satisfy her needs. Right now though, she was still glowing from last night.
After her shower she found them snuggled in bed together and
she took another kiss from both of them before she went to her closet to get dressed. She browsed through her garments, noting several she would probably never wear again, because they were too slutty for a woman with a man in her life, and picked out a nice pant suit that had power written all over it, with a lot of sexy put in there as well. Then she picked out some lingerie, and put that on, noting in the mirror that Neil's eyes were all over her right now. She looked over her shoulder and gave him a smile.
"Morning lover," she offered. "It's only about eleven. You can sleep a few more hours if you like. I'll wake you at one."
He climbed out of bed to the murmuring protests of Sydney, and came over to her, wrapping his arms around her from behind and kissing her neck. She purred and leaned back into him.
"You know Neil," she told him, "this is the first time in my life that I've had a man in my bedroom I didn't want to see leave."
He fondled her breasts and rubbed his hands down her sides and across her abs. It felt so good, so perfect to be in the bedroom with him in the morning.
"I'm going to clear out a spot in the closet for you so bring over some clothes, so you can change in the morning," she told him.
"Isn't that moving kind of fast?" he asked.
"Baby, I already have ten-year plans going on in my head for the three of us. I'm in, very, in," she told him and turned around to give him a full lover's kiss.
Chapter 7
Neil pulled his trike up to the curb in front of his parent's house Saturday morning, attempting to firmly place Shayla and Sydney out of his mind. As soon as his two blond haired, blue eyed sisters came running out of the house to greet him, they popped right back in again.
"Neil!" Jill and Sandy screamed as they ran across the grass and down to the curb.
Neil got off the trike and swooped them both up in his arms, kissing one and then the other, and setting them back down, where they giggled and bounced.
"That's a big bike Neil!" Sandy said. "Can we go for a ride?"
"I hope so," he said. "I need to talk to mom first though."
Amanda, his step-mom came out on the small porch and gave him a smile. "Come on in, I still got some coffee cake left," she offered.
"That sounds good," he agreed, giving her a smile as well.
His sisters took his hands and pulled him toward the door.
They talked and visited for close to an hour before he brought up the trike and the custom seat he had made for the girls. Amanda came out and looked it over, then decided that it looked safe enough.
"You don't want to try it out yourself?" Neil asked.
"No, I'm good. And it looks safe to me. You three have some fun. Be back for lunch though. About one?"
"Alright," he agreed and then to the girls he said, "Go get your helmets and jackets."
They screamed and ran into the house and came out running with leather jackets and airbrushed helmets his dad bought for them. Once they were on board and settled in, he started up the engine and they squealed again.
They spent the morning running up to the north coast of Miami and then back, spending most of the time on the freeway. Through his mirrors he could see they were smiling all the way, and waving to people in cars and on the sidewalks. Most of those people waved back or honked their horns for them.
They were back by twelve-thirty and Neil helped with lunch, then helped with the dishes. He talked to them about soccer practice and asked when their games were going to be, putting the dates and times into his cell phone. They both had a game next Sunday, the first of their season.
"I'll probably make that. It’ll be fun to see you two play."
"Jill is good," Sandy said solemnly. "She might get a scholarship."
"Really?" Neil asked, looking to Jill and then to mom.
Amanda nodded, "There was a scout at one of their practices who came there to see her. He talked with me afterward and asked if we planned to keep her involved in soccer. Jill says she wants to, and he told us he would be watching her through the season."
Neil smiled at Jill, "That's amazing! That would be so cool."
Jill looked a little melancholy. "Dad would have loved it."
"He still will Jill," Neil told her seriously. "Don't doubt that for a minute."
At six, after dinner, and while doing the dishes with the girls, his phone rang.
"Hey Shayla, what's up?"
"We picked out a movie and got some popcorn. Think you'll be interested in coming over? Late will be fine," Shayla offered.
"How about eight?" he offered.
"Eight would he fantastic for us, but don't rush your visit with your sisters," Shayla told him.
"It won't be. I'll see you then."
"Bring some clothes," Sydney yelled in the background.
"Will do," he laughed.
After he broke the connection Jill and Sandy were both looking at him.
"Girlfriend?" Sandy asked first.
"Ah, yeah. Girlfriend."
"Serious?" Jill asked.
"I think so, yeah," he answered.
"When do we get to meet her?" Sandy asked.
"Ah, hmm," he murmured. "Maybe a couple of weeks. See how things go first."
"You could bring her to our game," Jill proposed.
"Maybe," he offered, trying to figure out which girlfriend he would bring, or how to explain that both of them were his girlfriend.
"What's wrong?" Jill asked. "Is she black or something? There's nothing wrong with that."
"No, no, and you're right, there would be nothing wrong with that. She's actually blond, and a little young for me, but we get along good. She took some time off from college but she's going back this fall to finish up. She's a business major."
"How young?" Sandy pounced.
"She's twenty-four," Neil told her.
"Oh," Sandy said disappointedly. "That's not young. That's kind of old isn't it?"
Neil laughed and gave her a tickle, "Anything over eighteen is old to you pixie."
After hugs and kisses good-bye he started walking to his bike when Amanda caught up with him.
"Neil?"
"Mom? What's up?" he asked, seeing that the girls were inside.
"I was listening to you talk about your girlfriend. You sounded confused. You want to talk about it?" she asked.
He looked at his feet and then around the neighborhood, "Well, I am confused and I do want to talk about it. I could say something silly, like I don't think you'll understand, when I don't understand myself. But it's getting serious fast, and already there are deep feelings and shit."
"Try me Neil. We've always been able to talk, right? Even when you felt like you couldn't tell your dad, you talked to me," she pressed.
Neil nodded, recalling many times that had happened. So he told her about Shayla and Sydney and how they were good friends, in fact they loved each other deeply, and even had a sexual relationship between them and how they both wanted him.
When he was done, he looked up at Amanda, "So, what do you think?"
Amanda paused for a moment then looked him in the eyes, "I don't think you ever got this, you just accepted it, but your father was forty-five when he married me. I was twenty. I wasn't even old enough to drink at our wedding. My dad was furious about this man, who was close to his age, seducing his daughter. He refused to give me away. My uncle gave me away and my dad didn't talk to him for six years after that. But I loved your dad. I loved him with my whole body, and he loved me the same way. It worked too. We had wonderful years together."
"Anyway," she said. "Yes, what you got going is unusual, and some will say it's immoral. But don't be ashamed about being in love. Alright? They're both welcome here if you want to bring them over."
"You sure? I mean, with the girls —"
"You let me worry about the girls. I hope I've raised them well enough that they'll have an open mind to their big brother's love."
"Thanks mom," Neil said and kissed her. "Thanks a lot."
Chapter
8
Sydney opened the door and he came in with a large duffel bag, full of clothing, and a smile on his face. He also had a laptop case with him.
"Think you're going to have time to mix some jams, do you?" she teased.
"No," he told her after he kissed her, "I brought this one over to keep here. So, when you two have to run out to do your thing, I'll have it here to do my thing."
"Oh," she said with a surprised look. "That's a good idea. So, you're planning on hanging around a bit more? Please?"