Chapter 5
Helen Carlisle's luxurious room at the Dorchester rang with the laughter of the three of them as they finished their second magnum of champagne and Nico got ready to pop the cork on the third. The cool, bubbly white wine had gone to their heads and they were all slightly giddy.
As soon as the waiter had left after bringing the last huge bottle of Dom Parignon, Helen had suggested that they all relax and take off their outer clothing. She put a "DO NOT DISTURB" sign outside the door and then locked it from the inside just to make sure they were left alone. She and Priscilla had slipped out of their dresses and Nico, blushing and protesting, was finally made to strip down to his tight, brief jockey shorts.
"You've certainly grown up, young man, "Priscilla said admiringly. "Especially down there. In fact you still seem to be growing. It's getting bigger by the second."
Helen had showered and changed after the plane trip and her lingerie was pale blue, with matching see-through bikini panties, a thin garter belt with long, slender garters, and flesh-colored nylons which hugged her full, shapely legs.
Priscilla's outfit was all black, with a garter belt made of shiny satin and black garters supporting her darkly-tinted nylons. The most striking thing about her was the garment she wore as panties. It was much smaller than even Helen's tiny bikini, little more than a G-string, and her bushy blonde pubic triangle bulged saucily over the top of it. In back the cleavage between her large, bouncing buttocks was only half covered and underneath the narrow strip of material twin rolls of luscious flesh at the bottom of her ample cheeks protruded deliciously, jiggling and vibrating as she moved around the room.
Neither woman wore a brassiere and their generous breasts jutted out as firmly and delightfully as a teenager's.
Nico, flushed from head to toe, and thoroughly aroused by the two gorgeous women dressed only in the flimsiest of lingerie, was in the process of getting a huge erection. His white jockey shorts bulged out in front like a snow-covered tent and both Priscilla and Helen watched his discomfiture with the greatest amusement.
"All right, Nico," Helen said at last. "I think it's time we saw your hard-on without those shorts in the way. Strip them off."
"Oh no," Nico said, shaking his head. "I'm keeping them on."
"Nico, do as I say!" Helen said. There was just a hint of no-nonsense strictness in her tone.
"Aw, come on, Helen," he said. "Have a heart. I'm embarrassed."
"You certainly didn't teach him to mind very well," Helen chided Priscilla, laughing.
"Well I only had him for one day. I could have taught him how to obey, but then he wouldn't have known how to fuck and I thought that was more important. He needs someone like you to teach him the proper respect," Priscilla said. They were both teasing Nico and he only blushed a deeper shade of red and got more of an erection.
"Cut it out, both of you," he pleaded.
"I've got an idea, Helen," Priscilla said, emptying her champagne glass and refilling it from the new magnum. "If he won't take his shorts off by himself, let's take them off for him."
"No!" Nico said. "I won't let you."
"That's a marvelous idea, Priscilla," Helen said, laughing.
Together the women got up from their chairs and advanced on the boy who was sitting on the couch. They came around the coffee table, one on one side and one on the other to prevent him from escaping. He pressed against the back of the couch and put his hands up to defend himself.
"Grab his arm, Priscilla," Helen said. "I'll take care of him from this side."
"Stop it!" Nico said. "I'm not going to take my underpants off and that's that."
"Oh yes you are!" Priscilla said, grabbing him by the arm on her side and pinning his shoulder to the back of the couch. Helen grabbed his other arm and the two of them moved in on the thrashing boy. Soon they had him helpless, with his shoulders pinned to the couch and Priscilla's ample body seated across his lap to keep him from moving his legs. He could feel the large, fleshy cheeks of her bottom against his thighs and his erection swelled to its maximum length.
All three of them were breathless from the struggle and giggling by now, Nico in spite of himself.
"Oh oh," Priscilla said. "How are we going to pull them off with me flopped across his lap like this?"
"You're not going to get them down," Nico said. "That's how."
"Here," Helen said. "Take hold of his other arm and I'll start pulling them off and when I get them over his hips you lift your bottom and I'll jerk them right down."
"Right you are," Priscilla said, grabbing the arm that Helen released before Nico could use it in his defense.
Priscilla's bare breasts were pressed like squashed melons against Nico's chest and he could feel them swelling and the nipples growing firm and erect against his naked skin.
"Still like them?" she teased, taking the opportunity to press her lips against his and steal a quick kiss.
"You know I still like them," Nico said, trying to sound annoyed. "And don't kiss me while you're trying to pull my shorts down."
"You're lucky I don't put you across my knees and take them down for something else, young man," she said. "All these years and not one letter. Not even a post card."
"I told you I was sorry," Nico said miserably, still ashamed of himself for his neglect.
"Sony's not enough now," she chided. "You have to show me your nice hard cock so I can see how much it's grown."
"Oh no!" he protested, starting to thrash around with renewed energy as Helen got the tight-fitting shorts down over his bottom.
"Now when I count to three, Priscilla, you lift up and I'll pull them off," Helen said. "One ... Two ... THREE!"
Nico jerked and struggled but Priscilla kept him pinned to the couch, at the same time lifting her buttocks. This caused her ample breasts to push even harder against Nico's chest and the sensuous flesh pressing against him sent a shiver of delight coursing through him, distracting him just enough for Helen to pull the shorts all the way down his legs and off. She held them up triumphantly, like a flag, and Priscilla sat back on his lap, adjusting saucily so that his throbbing shaft was caught between her two ample thighs.
"Mmmmmmmmm..." she sighed. "Oh Nico, you have grown. Oh darling, I can't wait for you to fuck me again."
"No!" Nico said, pouting. "I'm not going to fuck either of you unless you give me back my shorts."
"Now listen to me, young man," Helen said in her no-nonsense voice. "I've had enough of this false modesty. Priscilla and I want you with your shorts off and that's the way you're going to stay, do you understand?"
"Oh all right," he grumbled.
"What was that?"
"I mean 'Yes, ma'am,' " he said meekly. "Say, you do seem to be the one who can teach this young scamp some manners, Helen!" Priscilla marveled. "I think you're going to be very good for him."
"He just needs a little firmness now and then. He's really a very good boy," Helen said.
"Hey, I'm being selfish. You got his shorts down and you haven't even seen his hard, lovely cock yet," Priscilla said, getting off of Nico's lap.
"Oh my goodness!" Helen exclaimed, looking down at Nico's erect rod. "He is a man. Why Nico, darling, that's one of the largest, most perfectly formed cocks I've ever seen."
"Don't you say 'thank you' to a compliment, you insolent young wretch?" Priscilla chided, laughing.
"I'm sorry. Thanks, Helen," he said. By now he was blushing a deep shade of crimson he was so embarrassed.
"I think after all that work we need a little relaxation," Helen said. "First we'll have another glass of champagne and then we'll figure out what this young man can do to amuse us."
"How do you know I'll go along with it?" Nico said with a mischievous grin.
"You'd better go along with it," Helen said, fixing him with a mean-business look. "If you expect to be sitting down some time during the next week, that is."
"Well, I'll see," Nico said, teasing her deliberately.
They all sipped their champagne, toasting each other and enjoying each other's company. Helen and Priscilla had taken to each other immediately, from the moment they had first been introduced in the restaurant. Nico had found Priscilla at her flat, taking the night off. She had squealed with delight at the sound of his voice and then had launched into a scathing dressing down for his failure to write. But she had agreed at once to meet them and in less than an hour the three of them were chatting happily over Cognac in the restaurant. When they got to Helen's hotel room they were like three old friends and despite Nico's shyness he adored both of the breathtaking older women.
"Well now," Helen said, setting down her glass. "What games can we play. And remember, they should be educational to teach this impudent young man some manners." The last was said with a definite twinkle in her eye and Nico thought he saw her wink at Priscilla.
"A customer of mine ... a member of the House of Commons, by the way ... does something I adore. He has me dress up in nylons, just the way I am now, and he has me take off my heels and then he runs his tongue and his hands and even his cock over my stockings, from thigh to toe. He loves it and I must admit, from the woman's point of view, it's a lovely sensation. It makes you feel adored, worshipped in a way, and I get very hot when he does it." Priscilla said.
"Taht sounds wonderful to me," Helen said. "It's a stocking fetish, really a very mild and common deviation and one I find quite delightful. Actually, every man who's ever turned to look at a woman's skirt hiked up as she gets out of a car is something of a stocking fetishist. And that takes in most men in the world, I would stand for any more grumbling or any kind of nonsense whatsoever from you for the rest of the evening so just give me a serious answer."
"Yes, ma'am," Nico grinned. "And it sounds pretty good to me. After all, you two have about the most beautiful sets of legs I've ever seen, and with stockings on..." He gave them each an exaggerated leer.
"Remember!" Helen warned. "No nonsense."
"What'll I do?" Nico said.
"We'll take off our shoes and sit on the couch and you can kneel in front of us and just do what comes naturally," Priscilla said. "If you get stuck I'll give you instructions."
"The way you did the first time?" Nico smiled.
"Yes," Priscilla said, fondly remembering their first session together. "The way I did the first time."
The two women sat side-by-side on the couch and Nico kneeled on the floor between them.
"It'll be even more fun for me if the two of you take your panties off now," Nico said, gazing up at the two beauties.
"Well we can hardly refuse after what we did to him," Helen grinned.
"Let's let him take them off," Priscilla suggested.
"All right," Nico said. "But you won't struggle will you?"
"No," Helen said. "We like having our panties pulled down. We're not as shy as you are."
Nico gave her a sheepish look and reached up to hook his hands in the elastic of her panties, peeling them down over her bottom and pulling them past her lush thighs and her sleek, nylon-covered calves. He couldn't resist glancing at her fluffy, auburn-colored shock of curly pubic hair which nestled delightfully in the center of her wide lap and angled up over the lower part of her smooth stomach. Then he pressed the flimsy garment to his face, sniffing the crotch and inhaling her sweet, strong fragrance.
This pleased Helen and she leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the lips and reached down at the same time and ran her fingers tantalizingly over his erect penis.
Now the boy turned his attention to the statuesque Priscilla, gripping the sides of the tiny strip of satin which served in the place of her panties and drawing them easily over her wide hips and down to mid-thigh, stopping to admire her full crop of butter-colored fur which sprouted like shiny corn silk from between her round, solid thighs.
Getting her panties off he raised them to his face and inhaled their musky, perfumed fragrance the way he had Helen's.
"Mmmmmmmm..." Nico sighed "I can't decide which of you smells sweeter."
He looked up at them and gave them an impudent grin.
"Well if you decide you'd better not say it," Priscilla laughed.
"That's right, you little brat," Helen chided. "Don't try 'divide and conquer' tactics with us or we'll 'divide and conquer' you. Now run your tongue over the crotch of Priscilla's panties and then get back to work. I'm getting very horny and I'm already soaking wet between my thighs."
"Yes, ma'am," Nico obeyed. He turned the wispy black garment inside out and began to lick the material which had only moments before been pressed tight against Priscilla's tender vulva lips. The panties were moist and he could taste the sweet, sharp flavor of her vaginal juices. Reluctantly he dropped them on the carpet next to Helen's and then shifted his attentions once more to the statuesque female psychiatrist.
. "It's not really fair that he start with me," Helen protested generously. "You're as hot as I am, Priscilla."
"That's all right, Helen," Priscilla said, patting her thigh. "You're a visitor in London so I'll be a good hostess and give you first crack, so to speak, at our young friend. If you can loan me the use of his hand while he's tonguing you I can put it to good use."
"Speaking of hands," Helen said, giving Priscilla a look charged with electric suggestion, "yours felt lovely on my thigh."
Priscilla returned her friend's openly erotic gaze, running the tip of her tongue over her lips before answering.
"It felt good to me, too, Helen. Very good. I think we can play some other games after this one that we both might find very enjoyable," Priscilla said.
"Hey, you two, what about me?" Nico said, feeling oddly jealous of the intimacy between the two gorgeous women he adored. He had no experience with lesbianism and couldn't figure out what the two of them had in mind, but for some reason he sensed that for a moment he had been excluded from their thoughts and it bothered him because he craved attention from them both. Helen gave him a sharp look and with a cat-like quickness leaned forward and administered a stinging slap to his bare bottom, exactly as an annoyed mother would do when interrupted by her child.
"Owwww!" Nico said, rubbing the spot where the spank had been delivered. "What was that for?"
"For interrupting us, Nico," Helen said. "When Priscilla and I are talking you wait until we're finished before speaking, is that understood?"
Nico looked over to Priscilla for sympathy but she shook her head, saying: "Helen is absolutely right, Nico. After all, both of us are old enough to be your mother and you should show the proper respect. So don't come crying to me just because you've been disciplined."
"Nico!" Helen said, a warning note once again in her voice. "I asked you if you understood what I said? Or would another whack make it clearer to you?"
"No!" Nico protested, moving his buttocks over out of her reach. "I understand. I'm sorry. I promise I won't interrupt again, Helen."
"All right, then you can start with me and give Priscilla one of your hands."
"Yes, ma'am," Nico said, bending over and pressing his mouth to her thigh, just above the stocking top. He began to kiss and lick and nuzzle the soft, pliant skin, inhaling her rich fragrance at the same time, inching his way don-ward until he encountered the smooth, tight, flesh-colored nylon. Now he turned his head back and forth, rubbing his face and his cheeks over the exciting material, feeling her garter press into his skin.
Meanwhile, Priscilla edged closer to Helen until their arms, hips and thighs were touching, sending a shiver through the voluptuous bodies of them both. Helen opened her thighs even further and leaned her head against the back of the couch, feeling the ecstasy of Nico's mouth and tongue and Priscilla's touch. She put her hand on Priscilla's ample, firm thigh this time, tightening it over the tantalizing flesh as her excitement mounted.
"Ohhhhhhh, Nico," she sighed. "That feels marvelous. Don't stop."
Priscilla took Nico's right hand and guided it between her own thighs, up into the warm, wet nest of her pubic triangle and then against her swollen, shining vulva lips. She closed her legs, trapping him, and he began to move his fingers, pretending to be trying to free himself.
Nico's mouth was on the inside of Helen's thigh now, and she raised her knee and put her stockinged heel on the edge of the couch so that he could get at the underside of her stocking top. But the move made her crotch so provocative that he couldn't resist reaching up and pressing his lips against her vagina, darting his tongue inside and drawing the tip around the glistening pink edge of her vulva lips.
Helen moaned with excitement and gripped Priscilla's thigh even more tightly.
Priscilla opened her thighs and Nico's fingers spread apart, the first two sliding softly and easily into her vaginal opening and working around toward her clitoris.
Now Nico's head was back between Helen's stocking tops, licking the other thigh on the inside. Helen raised her left foot and supported it on the edge of the couch and Nico worked his mouth underneath, running his tongue along the border between flesh and nylon.
Priscilla's hips moved back and forth, rotating against Nico's fingers which were pressed inside her and the added stimulation of Helen's hand gripping her thighs made her shudder with eroticism.
With both of Helen's feet up on the edge of the couch and her large, round thighs spread apart, Nico was able to bring his left hand up between her buttock cheeks and slip his finger through the tightly-clenched center of her anus, pressing gently at first against the puckered brown center and then easing insistently inside as she thrust and strained to take him.
"Ooohhhhhhh," Helen groaned, feeling the finger enter her and move up her rectum. "Oh my God, Nico, I love that."
By now Nico's head was between her knees, as he licked and kissed the nylon, gently biting the sensitive area at the bottom of one thigh, then moving down her round calves, massaging one with his mouth, then moving across to the other.
Priscilla's whole body was shaking and jerking as Nico's hand caressed her stiff clitoris, rotating around the edge, then brushing lightly across the top, driving her wild with each maneuver. His hand was soaking wet from her vaginal juices and he could feel his skin begin to stick to the inside of one thigh.
With his mouth he began to tongue and nuzzle Helen's silken ankles, rubbing his cheek against them and lightly kissing them, then working down to the toes of one foot, opening his mouth and taking them inside, running his tongue along the underside of them.
He withdrew his finger from her anus and massaged her thighs with his hand, easing the fingers inside the nylon stocking tops of first one leg and then the other, rubbing his sensitive palm over the garter snaps.
Now he was licking the soles of Helen's feet, kissing the heel, then the arch, working forward until he could lick the little ridge under her toes, smelling and tasting and feeling and then moving his head over to the other foot and taking it in his mouth and gently biting, then moving around and underneath and pressing his nose into the nyloned arch and against the soft, smooth heel.
Shifting his knees Nico pressed his left hand into Helen's crotch, making her moan and tremble as she covered his hand with hers and guided his fingers into the soft, wet darkness of her vagina. He moved his head between Priscilla's large thighs now and pressed his lips against the sweet pinkness of her vulva opening, flicking his tongue inside and running the tip of it across her clitoris.
"Oh, God, Nico darling, to have your lovely face pressed against my snatch again and to feel your lips against my pussy and your tongue deep inside me, just like when you were a little boy ... oh, darling, it's heaven. I can't wait to have you fuck me one more time. Oh hurry, Nico, run your mouth over my stockings. I can't wait," she whimpered. "I can't wait."
He worked his mouth down the inside of one thigh, his lips sliding over the smooth, marble-white skin and his tongue licking the softness of her, tasting the sticky wetness of her vaginal juices which soaked the entire area between her legs.
As he reached her stocking tops and began to move around the edge, half of his mouth covering the silky-smooth nylon and the other half on bare, supple skin, Priscilla felt Helen's hand slide upwards over her thigh and brush across her soaking, butter-hued pubic thatch, wet and matted and springy from the vaginal dew. Then the other woman's fingers began slowly working downward into the pulsating crevice of her vagina, separating the lips with her thumb and forefinger and sliding the long, smooth middle finger between them.
"Oh Helen, thank you, my sweet. That's just what I needed, a soft, smooth, feminine finger in my cunt while Nico's tongue licks my stockings. It's marvelous. Thank you," Priscilla moaned gratefully.
Now Nico took one of Priscilla's legs and propped it up on his shoulder which enabled him to move his mouth around under it and kiss and nuzzled the underside of her thigh. Repeating the process with her other leg he found himself kneeling in front of her with both of her legs straight out, supported by his shoulders, so that by turning his head one way or the other he would fondle and orally caress either of her tightly-stretched nylons, and by shifting back slightly on his knees he could move downwards toward her stockinged feet.
As Helen watched Nico with Priscilla's legs on his shoulders and his head busily working its way down toward her ankles, she could feel his fingers inside her vagina, going in and out and brushing up against her stiff clitoris. Withdrawing her fingers from between Priscilla's legs she leaned forward and to her left, bending her face downward until it was nestled in Priscilla's ample lap, one cheek cushioned by the sticky mound of wet yellow fur and her nose burrowing between the gorgeous blonde prostitute's round, supple thighs.
Stretching her tongue she found the beginning of Priscilla's vaginal crevice and eased the tip in between the eager, pulsating lips, tasting the honey-textured juices as they came pouring out of the sweet-smelling valley and wet Helen's tongue and lips.
"Oh God, Helen, yes! Eat my cunt ... stick your tongue inside my steaming pussy and run it over my clit. It feels so marvelous, darling," she purred. No Nico, sweetheart. Don't stop licking me down there. It's heaven to have the two of you at once."
Nico had stopped licking Priscilla's calves and ankles to look up and see what Helen was doing with her mouth. Again he felt a pang of jealousy to see that the two women he loved so much could arouse and satisfy each other without his help. But he didn't dare to protest or say anything to distract them, remembering what he got when he had simply interrupted a conversation. A second offense would probably be rewarded with a much, longer, more painful, and more humiliating spanking this time, and he didn't really look forward to the prospect of having one of his lovely mistresses punish him in front of the other.
He bent back to the delightful task at hand and took one of Priscilla's stockinged feet as far into his mouth as he could, running his tongue underneath along the sole and feeling her wiggle her toes, tickling his throat. Then he took her other foot and held it straight out, rubbing his face and his open mouth along the sole, smelling and tasting, nuzzling soft nylon with his downy young cheek.
At last he began working back up her leg, eager to join Helen and taste Priscilla's crotch again. But he stopped at her stocking-top once more, running his tongue under the filmy material which clung so tightly and intimately to her leg and feeling her garter strap and fastener pressing into the flesh of his face.
"Oh dear, thank you ... both of you," Priscilla sighed as she reached a grateful hand down to caress Nico's cheek. He was looking up at her, hoping to be praised for the way he had licked and kissed the blonde girl's legs and as she gazed fondly into his eyes she said:
"You did an absolutely marvelous job, Nico darling, and once again I'm proud of you. By now you're on the threshold of manhood and some woman is going to want to die of pleasure when she shares your bed as your wife. You know more about making a woman happy than most men ever do in their lives. You're wonderful, darling boy."
Helen straightened up and licked the vaginal juices from her lips and her cheeks.
"He did a fantastic job on me, too, Priscilla. I must compliment you on the way you've taught this young man how to consider not only a woman's physical being but her emotional nature as well. He's kind and thorough and gentle and he's going to make a splendid man," Helen said as Nico beamed. "Of course he's got a few manners to learn yet, but a few stiff doses of old-fashioned discipline will bring him around.
This last was to deflate Nico slightly after all the praise he was receiving. It was part of Helen's psychology to praise and punish, reward and discipline, in fairly equal proportions and it seemed to be working wonders with Nico. The slap she had given him across the bottom earlier had been remarkably effective and had made the boy himself snap out of his childish mood and enjoy the fetish session with the two women much more than he would've if she'd taken the easy way and left him undisciplined. Now she was balancing her approval with a subtle but nonetheless clear and meaningful admonition to mind his manners or risk being treated like a little boy again in front of Priscilla. The submissive way he lowered his eyes told her he had taken the warning to heart and was going to behave. The treatment was working so well, in fact, that she pondered the notion of bringing about a confrontation herself and then taking him across her knees and administering a hard, no-nonsense spanking right there in front of Priscilla. The other woman's presence would lend an element of humiliation that would do the young man a world of good and the fact that Priscilla loved him would make the correction not so humiliating as it would be in front of a stranger. Helen knew from past experience that a spanking administered in front of a witness was ten times as effective as one given in private and she wondered when the opportunity would present itself again to reach Nico an invaluable lesson without harming him psychologically.
Nico must have read her mind because he looked up into her eyes and said:
"I'll be good. You won't have to punish me again, Helen. Honest."
"All right, darling," she said, smiling. "Actually you have been very good except for a little pouting at the beginning and one display of bad manners. But you carried out your task beautifully and I'm going to let you do it again sometimes soon."
"Great!" Nico said enthusiastically. "I loved doing it, and I love making the two of you happy."
"Why, Nico?" Priscilla teased.
The young man looked at the floor and blushed profusely.
"Answer Priscilla, darling," Helen admonished.
"Because ... because I love you both and wish we could all stay together like this. Always," he said.
"That's a lovely sentiment, sweetheart," Priscilla said, highly moved. She reached out and stroked his head.
Helen leaned over and kissed him on the cheek and Nico felt proud and manly and thought that at that moment, with these two breathtaking, exotic, loving women he must be the happiest boy on earth.
"I have another idea," Priscilla said. "I think it's about time we all had an orgasm and I know a way we can all come together."
"That sounds wonderful, Priscilla," Helen said. "I've come across a lot of cases of three-way fucking in my work but I've never participated."
"Well of course it's not possible for Nico to fuck us both," she said, giving Helen a knowing, meaningful look which she was sure the other woman would pick up. "So we'll have to do it in a slightly different way."
"What do you mean?" Nico said, puzzled.
"What she means, dear, is that while you're fucking one of us, me for example, I'll be doing something to her with my mouth which will make her come alone with us," Helen explained patiently.
Priscilla was relieved that Helen had gotten her signal and knew what she meant, because she was wild to feel Helen's skilled and experienced, and tender, lips pressing against her crotch again. As for Helen, she couldn't wait to bury her face once more in the prostitute's bountiful thatch of silky blonde hair and taste her vagina and feel the urgent probing of her eager clitoris.
"But I still don't understand," Nico protested.
"Hush, Nico," Helen said impatiently. "You're becoming tiresome and are heading for something you won't like to get in front of Priscilla. Now just do as you're told and you'll have a marvelous time and learn even more about the art of fucking."
"Yes, ma'am," Nico said meekly, still puzzled but definitely looking forward to the lesson he was going to get.
"Now Priscilla," Helen went on, looking at Priscilla in such a way that told the other woman that she understood completely what she had in mind. "What sort of arrangement were you thinking of?"
"Since I've already been fucked by Nico and you haven't, Helen," Priscilla said, barely able to keep her eyes away from the fetching psychiatrist's tender pink vulva lips, all wet and swollen with anticipation. "I suggest that you lie on the bed while Nico mounts you and gives you the kind of delicious fucking I taught him how to give and at the same time I'll kneel over your face and you can give my cunt and, if you'd like to, my ass-hole a good, thorough licking and sucking."
"Mmmmmmmmm..." Helen exclaimed.
"That sounds perfect. I adored the sample taste of your pussy I just got and I must admit I'm anxious to get my head down between those beautiful thighs again. And with Nico giving me a gorgeous fucking at the same time I'll be in heaven."
"Good," Priscilla smiled. "Let's get started then. Nico, you and I will position ourselves after Helen is comfortable on the bed. Here, in the meantime let me make sure your beautiful cock stays nice and hard for her." She got on her knees and took his erection between her two hands, rubbing it sensuously and then sliding her lips over its length, bringing her head back and forth and making his penis throb and quiver with delight.
Helen managed to tear her eyes from the delightful spectacle of the expert fellatio Priscilla was giving Nico and crossed to the bed, lying down on her back and getting comfortable.
"All right, I'm ready," she said, then in a teasing voice added: "If you make Nico come in your mouth before he gets a chance to fuck me, Priscilla, it'll be your lovely big bottom that'll be stretched out across my lap for a good spanking."
"That sounds like it might be lots of fun," Priscilla said, taking her mouth from Nico's pulsating shaft and giving Helen a saucy wink. Stroking Nico lovingly with her hand two or three more times she stood up and led him over to the bed.
Looking down on the voluptuous, auburn-haired psychiatrist stretched out on top of the crisp white sheets, Priscilla felt a tightness in her breasts and a pleasant aching sensation as they began to swell and the nipples started to harden.
Helen's breasts stood up like two magnificent white mounds, smooth and firm as marble, with round, pink flowers set in the centers. Her stomach was as lean and supple as a teenagers with just a touch of womanly swelling immediately under her navel, and below that her wealth of silken, auburn-colored pubic hair began, glistening with dew-like drops of moisture and matted down enticingly between her thighs from the vaginal juices that had been seeping from between her delectable vulva lips. Her thighs themselves were a triumph of womanly roundness and the firm, white flesh set against the pale, flesh-colored tint of her nylons sent chills up Priscilla's spine and she could almost taste the strong, sweet, musky flavor of Helen's vagina. She envied Nico his memory of kissing and licking this breathtaking goddess' stockings and vowed that before the evening was through she would run her mouth over the silken lengths of perfectly-filled nylon.
"All right, Priscilla, snap out of it. I can't wait to get Nico's big cock in my pussy and to press my lips against yours," Helen chided, laughing, but secretly thrilled by the worshipful and admiring way the blonde beauty looked at her.
Priscilla grinned down at Helen and then saw that Nico, too, was standing and looking at Helen's magnificent body as though hypnotized. She reached over and ran her hand lightly over the curve of the boy's buttocks, playfully inserting a finger in the valley between the cheeks and touching the tender flesh of his anus.
Nico snapped out of his reverie and smiled sheepishly.
"Now Nico," Priscilla said, "get into position between Helen's legs. You know exactly what to do and I'm counting on you to give her the fucking of her life. I'll be watching from time to time even though my back will be turned and if you don't make her scream with passion I'll be doing a little spanking of my own tonight."
"All right, Priscilla," Nico grinned. "I'll do everything exactly the way you taught me to,"
"Good," Priscilla said, kissing him on the lips, then climbing up on the bed and straddling Helen's face with her buttocks spread and pointed in Nico's direction.
Nico was kneeling beside Helen and he bent forward and tenderly ran his mouth over the exact spot where he thighs and her crotch came together, at the very base of her pubic triangle, at the same time gently spreading her legs and getting in between them, bending her knees so that the soles of her feet were flat on the sheets and her thighs were angled upward from her body.
Helen silently congratulated Nico for putting her in this position. It meant that the crevice between the cheeks of her bottom was spread wide enough for him to get his hand in and massage her anus and even put his finger into her rectum and move it around while he was making love to her. Often even the most experienced lovers neglected to do this and it meant that she missed some of the pleasure that the female partner in coitus is entitled to. She might have to punish Nico from time to time for his impudence but never for lack of ability or carelessness as a lover.
Above her Helen could see the opened lips of
Priscilla's luscious vagina, pink and wet and delectable, protected by the wealth of blonde pubic hair which grew down from below her firm stomach. The strong, healthy female fragrance was like a tonic to her and set her own juices to flowing even more rapidly than they had been. At the very moment that Priscilla's sopping wet vaginal crevice lowered over her mouth like an envelope Helen felt Nico's quivering erection slip a tantalizing half-inch between her vulva lips, teasing her by going up and down between the swollen walls of glistening pink flesh like the hand of a metronome, touching her clitoris and then moving down the length of the orifice, then back up again. She rotated her hips and arched her back, trying to impale herself on him, but at the same time she was concentrating on licking and sucking and sniffing the delicious morsel of erotic flesh that dominated her mouth.
Now she felt Nico plunge inside her, sliding his huge shaft into her vaginal tunnel like a sword, going in to the hilt in one firm thrust. It made her jump with pleasure and her sobbing moan was muffled by Priscilla's crotch as the blonde woman began moving back and forth, sliding her vulva lips up and down over Helen's open mouth.
Nico set a slow, sensual rhythm, thrusting in and out, drawing his stiff penis back until it was barely touching Helen's vagina, then pushing in until his pelvis banged up against her widely-spread crotch, causing her to moan and jerk with pleasure. As he pitched forward and back he noticed Priscilla's buttocks and the fully open valley between with the soft, light-brown skin and the gently-puckered flower of her anus completely exposed. Without losing a stroke he bent forward and pressed his mouth against the alluring target and felt Priscilla shudder with the unexpected and delicious surprise. His tongue darted in, forcing itself between the clenched muscles and he could taste the strong yet delicate flavor of her anal cavity.
Helen's face was completely drenched by Priscilla's luscious vaginal juices and she tried to take as much of the exotic liquid into her mouth as she could, letting it seep slowly down her throat as her tongue worked in and out of the blonde girl's womb rubbing over the head of her clitoris and massaging the sides of her soft vulva lips.
Now Nico straightened up again, but he extended his arm and inserted a finger into Priscilla's rapidly moving anus so that she would have the delightful feeling of being impaled on the erect digit each time she rotated backwards over Helen's mouth. At the same time he reached between Helen's taut buttock cheeks and slid the middle finger of his left hand into her tight anus, overcoming the natural resistance of the soft anal muscles and thrusting deep inside her rectum.
"Oh Helen, darling," Priscilla moaned. "Your mouth pressed against my cunt is the sweetest thing I've ever felt. Keep on licking my little clit, sweetheart baby, I adore it. Am I getting you to wet? I'm dripping like a fountain I'm so excited."
Nico was moving faster and faster now and the slapping of his stomach against Helen's pelvis was getting louder in the quiet room.
"Priscilla," he groaned, "I ... I think I'm getting ready to come and I feel Helen getting ready too."
Priscilla lifted her crotch up, enabling Helen to speak.
"Helen, darling," she said. "How is it? Are you nearly coming?"
"Oh yes, yes," Helen moaned. "I've been holding back because I thought you two weren't ready. I love to have my mouth between your legs sucking your lovely snatch but I can come anytime the two of you want to, gladly."
"Give my clit a few more strokes with your tongue, and Nico, keep your finger working in my ass-hole and I'll be ready in a few seconds," Priscilla said, her breath coming in short gasps.
Nico pressed his finger further into her rectum and began moving very rapidly in and out of Helen's vagina.
Helen worked her mouth against Priscilla's vulva lips with renewed energy, taking extra care to give her clitoris a thorough massaging as she felt Priscilla building to a point of crashing climax. At the same time she bucked and heaved against Nico like a woman possessed, jamming her spread vagina onto him like a sheath going over a spike, trying to manipulate her muscles so she could clutch him and hold him inside of her, but the walls of her vaginal tunnel were too wet and slick and he kept escaping, only to plunge back inside her again, each thrust bringing her nearer to her explosive orgasm.
Now Priscilla began to shudder with pleasure and she threw back her head like an animal baying at the moon and began to sob and moan.
"I'm coming! Oh God, I'm coming!" she cried, tears in her eyes.
Now Helen began to give a series of sharp, short cries, thrusting herself against Nico frantically, insanely, with strength she never knew she had as the white hot flood of lave came coursing down through her pelvic triangle, and as she lapped and sucked at Priscilla's vagina, swallowing the fragrant juices that spurted into her mouth, she felt her own juices flooding out between her vulva lips, engulfing Nico's shaft and overflowing against her thighs, washing like a mountain rapid over the plunging rod that still filled her and withdrew, filled her and withdrew.
Then she felt Nico's stiffness make one final withdrawal and then push inside her and stay, like the quivering shaft of an arrow, and as she had her fifth and sixth crashing orgasms Nico's steaming sperm jetted inside her like a bursting rocket, exploding again and again as his milky juices mixed with hers and came coursing out of her vaginal opening.
Priscilla, too, was having her sixth orgasm as Nico had his, and her sensual, rhythmic moans blended with his jerking, breathless male roaring as she arched her body, then raked it again across Helen's lapping, sucking mouth. She could feel Helen's orgasmic screams vibrating against her vaginal lips and it made them vibrate with the erotic sound.
Then, finally, the three of them had finished and lay gasping and exhausted, collapsed in a contented, sweating heap in each other's arms on the bed, trying to laugh from the joy and love they felt but too spent to do anything but gulp air into their lungs.
"Wow!" Priscilla finally managed, summing up as eloquently as possible what they all felt about the thundering experience they had just had. It was as if the individual pleasure each had enjoyed was multiplied by the presence of the other two partners and the profoundness and power of their common erotic ecstasy was beyond the capacity of just two partners to withstand. Somehow they all realized, without speaking of it to each other, that they were now bound together for life, that none of them would ever be satisfied with anything less than the other two again. It was as though Nico's adolescent sentiment had finally turned out to be a prediction of their common destiny.
They were a little frightened, awed by the soul-shattering power of their realization, and looked at one another rather shyly and hesitantly, each wondering if the other felt as he did.
"Well I guess I'm going to be getting all my spankings in front of Priscilla from now on," Nico said, breaking the ice with a sheepish grin.
"You certainly are, young man," Helen said. "We'd be fools to let this beautiful creature escape from us now."
"That goes for me, too," Priscilla laughed. "If you two think you're going to get away from me after that, you're in for a surprise. And I'm going to giving you a few of those spankings myself, Nico. We still haven't settled the matter of your not writing all these years."
"I think we've all learned something tonight, about ourselves and about our needs and about each other," Helen added sagely. "And most important we've learned about the power to love, and our capacity for love. I don't think any of us are ever going to be alone again. I think we've found out that we love each other and can't get alone without each other. And I think we're three very, very lucky people."
The smiles on the faces of Nico and Priscilla told her they agreed, and their looks of adoration indicated that she would be the dominant partner in the erotic triumvirate.
She felt as though she had been waiting all her life for just this moment.