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Susan began stroking my member gently, getting me nice and hard in no time. Irene kept on caressing my scrotum with her fingers, further intensifying the pleasure that I was receiving. In my half-dazed condition I was still able to steal a peek down Irene’s top as she leaned in closer and closer towards me, her full attention solely on my genitals. Nice cleavage she had. Her breasts were squeezed together due to the position she was in. Wonder what bra she had on today.
I moaned and sighed louder and louder for Susan as she built up her rhythm. Irene too seemed encouraged by this, and began grabbing and massaging my balls (gently, of course).
Irene: I think someone is ready to have his young cock sucked, don’t you think?
Irene glanced at me, then at Susan. She then started to spread my thighs further apart. Susan got the message and got down to a kneeling position between my legs. She proceeded to place my erection between her lips. Susan started to suck on me tentatively, looking up to check if I was okay. I gave out another moan and closed my eyes. She understood it as the green light to go full on and really started to suck and lick. Irene giggled in a high pitch with excitement. Her hands went back to my chest - stroking and fondling my nipples. The pleasure was too intense!
Susan was paying full attention to her blowing, not even looking up at me or Irene. The pleasure I was receiving was beyond words. Then Irene leaned closer and whispered in my ear:
Irene: Wanna see what I have underneath?
I opened my eyes in the midst of my moaning: Irene was really close to me now. She gently tugged at her top at the neckline with two fingers to expose her chest. My eyes took a second to adjust to the lack of light inside her blouse, and I saw her smooth, light-colored bra. It was either white or beige, but the design was simple and elegant. It fitter her well. Her cleavage was still there. After just a few seconds, she let go of her top, and everything was covered up again.
Irene: Susan, is he very hard already? I think he’s ready to fuck…
Susan stopped her blowjob with a slight pop, but her hand held on to my cock. She looked at Irene, surprised.
Irene: Come on, I just wanna see you fuck your boy.
Susan: But I… but… I don’t want to…
There was a look of embarrassment on her face. She looked shy. She shook her head slightly. Her hand still held onto, and started stroking my cock, maintaining my erection.
Irene: Huh? Are you… shy?
Susan: Yeah, I don’t want you to see my pussy… again.
Irene: Oh you don’t have to be shy! We are both grown women! If we were at the onsen or sauna, I would see you naked also!
Susan: But I…
Irene: Okay, okay. How about this - how about if you only took off your pants and panties… and… I also let you see my pussy!
Both Susan and I were dumbfounded!! But that grin Irene had again seemed to back up what we just heard.
Irene: Okay, let me start first…
Irene just leaned backwards on the sofa and lifted up her short skirt. Her pearl satin panties was in plain sight for all to see. Strangely enough, I even noticed the tiny ribbon that was placed just beneath the pantry waistband. Then she tucked both her thumbs at the back part of the waistband, and pulled - in one smooth flowing motion, she managed to slip off her panties while just raising her butt slightly off the sofa for a split second! I guess she has come prepared, for she was clean-shaven down there. She even held up her skirt higher, and spread her legs apart to grant us a better view!!
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Irene: See, nothing to be shy about - it’s just the three of us anyway.
She was still holding up her skirt when she said this. Both Susan’s and my eyes were transfixed on her lovely smooth-shaven pussy. My erection was still in Susan’s hand, and she was stroking it absent-mindedly.
Irene: Your turn, Susan?
Susan finally looked up from Irene’s pussy, and stood up straight slowly. Her hand had to leave stroking my swollen member, but Irene reached over with one hand to take over her duties. She was still looking at Susan, as if hurrying her to remove her pants and panties.
Irene: Don’t keep your boy waiting, Susan. I want to see some real action soon!
I looked over to Irene, then back to Susan - more specifically at her crotch area - and watched her undress her lower body. The pants came off, followed by her panties, and she climbed to sit on top of me with her legs spread, and her hands on my shoulders. Irene positioned my cock to find Susan’s entrance, and eased it inside her. A satisfying moaned escaped Susan’s mouth and she closed her eyes. Irene echoed with a gleeful sigh, and let go of my secured penis. Then she put one palm on Susan’s buttcheek, and gave a gentle nudge, as if guiding her to start riding me! She slipped her other hand under her skirt, and started to play with herself down there. I watched all this happen, at close proximity, with half-dazed eyes. I could not believe this was happening!!
I paid full attention to Susan while she was riding me on the sofa, even though she has her eyes closed. Perhaps she was embarrassed because Irene was around, or because she was simply enjoying the love-making. Whatever it was, it was starting to be really enjoyable for me. The initial awkwardness and stress was beginning to die down, and things were going smoothly at the moment. In fact, I began to relish in Irene’s presence. Once again, having an audience made me want to put up my best performance with Susan. I started to moan along with Susan, and soon, I was joined by another rhythm of moaning, which was Irene’s - she was really getting into her self-pleasuring. But I wanted to show more.
So I reached straight for Susan’s breasts, and began massaging them through her t-shirt and bra. Her eyes opened in surprise for a moment, then closed back in a look of enjoyment. It was more for Irene’s benefit than Susan’s, I had to admit, but it didn’t hurt anyone. Plus, her bosom felt even more massive with her bra still on.
After a few squeezes and rubs, I slid my hands under her t-shirt and went to the back, unhooking her bra so I could access her double treasures beneath. I then started massaging her bare breasts under her loosened bra by sliding my hands underneath, so that Irene still could not see Susan’s body. It was partly to tease Irene, but mostly because I wanted to enjoy more of Susan. She didn’t resist me at all. Perhaps she too enjoyed the feeling of having an audience watching us make love.
But then I changed things up again - I lifted both her t-shirt and bra in a single move, just enough to reveal her areolas, and sucked on them. I licked, I sucked, I kissed - alternating between her left and right. Susan immediately grabbed on to my head with both arms, perhaps not wanting to reveal too much of her body to Irene. I was enjoying both Susan’s pussy and breasts, while knowing that Irene was fingering herself close beside me. It was a wonderful feeling!
Continued…
The sexual intercourse was feeling amazing! But maybe a little too amazing too soon. I was worried I couldn’t last, so I needed to change things again. I stopped my tit-sucking and got Susan’s attention gently (her eyes were closed). She understood my subtle signal that we needed to change positions. That also got Irene’s attention at the same time; her fingering slowed down a bit, and she had a look of anticipation of what was going to happen next.
Susan and I switched positions so she was now sitting on the sofa, with her bum close to the edge and her back resting low in the backrest, almost lying down. I knelt at the edge with knees on either side of her hips, propped up her legs, spread them apart, and penetrated her again - gently and hands-free. We made love with renewed enthusiasm, but this time I had a better view of Irene. She was still fingering herself, but I hated that her skirt covered most of the action - that was not fair to Susan now, was it! Both of them were supposed to expose their private parts to each other! So I reached over to the side and lifted Irene’s short skirt. But she understood and pulled up her skirt and blouse (the blouse was too long). Even Susan looked over and stared at Irene’s pussy! The clear sight of both pussies so close to each other just fantastic - one was natural (bushy), while the other was nicely shaven bare. One was receiving pleasure from my hard rod, while the other from a finger (or two). The sight was not bad, not bad at all. Oh, and that’s not even mentioning the sounds that filled the apartment - moans, sighs and grunts made a highly sexual symphony to accompany the physical activities. It was a combination of aural, visual and penal/vaginal pleasure, haha!!
Perfect as it was, I wanted more. Susan’s breasts were now partially exposed (another sign that she was getting comfortable, as she didn’t immediately cover up again), but Irene’s were fully covered - not so fair again, was it? So again, I reached over with one hand and tried to unbutton Irene’s blouse (it had buttons down till halfway). And again she understood immediately - she used her free hand to help and undid all the buttons in no time. I could already see part of her bra cups. Irene then pulled the blouse off her shoulders and slid it downwards so that the whole thing ended down at the waistband of her skirt. Her pearl satin bra looked fabulous! And again, even Susan stared at her bra!
Susan:! Ooh, nice <moan> bra… <moan>…
I was quite surprised at her comment! I guess she was getting comfortable with Irene’s ‘company’ already! This session was going great!
Irene: Aw… thanks, Susan! I like this bra. But now it’s my turn to be shy. My breasts so small compared to yours!
Susan: <Moaning> ah… oh… no lah. I am… ah.. fatter mah… oh…! But since you have seen mine, I want to… oh.. see yours too!
I was again surprised that Susan was able to converse with Irene in the middle of love-making - with me!! Have they done this before? I kept my humping in steady rhythm, not wanting to disrupt the situation.
And in yet another surprising move - it was Susan who reached over (with both her free hands) to undo Irene’s bra!! And she let her! Wow, women ARE good at multi-tasking!!
Irene leaned forward to allow Susan to access her bra at the back. I watched in full anticipation as the bra came loose, then came off as Irene let it slide off her shoulders, down her arms (the bra straps) and then onto her lap. Although I had seen Irene’s breasts before, the sight before me still amazed. The stark contrast between her perky little breasts and Susan’s big, heavy melons was apparent side-by-side.
Irene: See, I told you they are small!
She then tried to cover her bosom with her arms, although half-heartedly, and in the process created a sexy cleavage instead. Susan tried to move her arms out of the way, pulling them down to the sides.
Susan: Let me see, let me see!
Irene obliged easily and revealed her breasts once again.
Susan: Wow, so… oh.. perky! Can I… oh… feel them?
Susan moved sideways a little bit more to reach them, and I took it as a sign to pause my humping, and pulled out gently. I stood there in front of them, stroking myself. Susan was more interested now in exploring Irene’s breasts than the was our love-making! What the hell?! But then again, things were getting real interesting!
Irene: Of course you can, Susan - anything for you…
And Susan started caressing her breasts, starting gently, then adding in soft squeezes with her fingers and palms on both sides, eyes not even looking up at Irene. They were fixed solely on her breasts.
Still I stood here, stroking myself…
Susan: Feels very nice…
Irene: But so small, right..? I wish they were slightly bigger.
Susan: Just nice on you lah; you’re so slim. If too big then not balanced!
Susan kept on feeling and squeezing those breasts- bouncing them, sizing them, playing with them. Irene just had her arms to her sides, letting Susan have her way.
Still I stood there, stroking myself…
Irene: I want to feel your huge boobs too! Here, let me…
Irene tugged at Susan’s t-shirt and unhooked bra, helping her get those restraining pieces of inner wear off, to give Susan’s breasts the freedom they deserved. And when they were finally free, Irene started touching and squeezing Susan’s big breasts. Those melons looked massive in Irene’s tiny hands!! Now both women were fondling each others’ bosom, hardly noticing the naked young man stroking himself in front of them. It was quite the arousing sight (the women, not me)!!
Finally, Irene noticed me….
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Irene: Oh dear, our poor boy has been neglected by us!
Her hands were still on Susan’s breasts as she said this. But immediately after that, she took one hand off to help me with my lonely member, stroking it gently (although a bit awkwardly, coz her other hand was still fondling Susan). It was different motions for each of her hand - one squeezing and one pumping - like the simultaneous circular and vertical motion game we did when we were kids. I let my own hands rest on my hips.
Susan didn’t want to miss out on the fun too, so she too extended one hand out and started fondling my ballsack, while her other was still on Irene’s chest. Now I’ve got two hands from different ladies pleasuring my genitals - sweet! So what else could I do? I sheepishly extended both my hands, and cupped the available breast of each woman!! Now it was my turn to have awkward hand movements, simply because the difference in size between the two breasts was too great! One, I had to work my fingers a bit more, while the other, I had to extend my palm as much as I could just to grab a portion! Also, Susan’s was much softer and heavy, while Irene’s was perkier and firmer. Our moans continued to fill the room. I looked at Susan to check if she minded my touching of Irene’s breast, but she seems to be enjoying the moment, so - well, silence means consent? Hehe!
That went on for a few moments, and then Irene wanted a change; she looked up at me:
Irene: Why don’t you pleasure your Susan a bit more?
Continued…
I was a little puzzled by what she meant exactly. But she she didn’t leave me guessing - she stopped her fondling of both Susan’s breasts and my erection, and place both hands on Susan’s knees. Then she spread them apart. Susan was a little startled as well. Then, Irene used one hand (her fingers, actually) to spread Susan’s pussy lips. By then, Susan had already stopped groping my balls and laid back into the sofa again. Irene then used her other hand to grab my cock again.
Irene: Time to continue fucking again…
And with that she pulled me (by my cock) and aimed me at Susan, guiding my erection towards her open pussy, and made sure I entered her completely. I had no choice but to follow her guidance until I was one again with my landlady.
Irene: Fuck her hard, show her you love her!!
Irene got up to stand behind me, and grasp both my buttcheeks, then she shoved my pelvis hard into Susan’s. She let me retract, then shoved me inside again. Again and again she did this until I built up speed and impact in my fucking. Her hands never left my butt. Susan had to cover her mouth with one hand to muffle her screams and moans - perhaps not so much from my fucking, but rather the force of my pubic bone hammering hers! Irene had gone wild!!
But just when I thought she had reached the height of her ‘evilness’, she released the grasp of one hand, and reached with her finger…. for my butthole! Thank goodness she didn’t do anything too drastic - she merely circled around and pressed lightly, teasing me in the midst of my fucking! The feeling was sudden and intense for me, nonetheless. It made me slow down and control my thrusts a little, and I hope Susan didn’t notice anything. She couldn’t really see what Irene was doing, except that she was standing behind me. She was indeed thoroughly immersed in our love-making.
Irene whispered into my ear..
Irene: Can I go inside?
I just tilted my head a little and nodded. Then I felt the intense feeling of her finger entering my anus - not too fast - going in slowly by surely. I let out a loud moan. I never felt so aroused yet so vulnerable at the same time!!
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Both the anal stimulation by Irene and sexual intercourse with Susan simply overloaded my senses until I could no longer feel or be aware of anything else. It was just the fucking, and being finger-fucked - that’s all! Irene even made moaning sounds close to my ear to further stimulate me. I knew I could not last much longer in that intense situation. But at the same time, I didn’t want it to end! I just tried my best to keep things in control.
Susan’s moans grew to be louder and more seductive as well. Actually, she seemed like she crying out for help with each moan!
Susan: Ooh! Ooh! Oh my god! My god!!!
Her breasts kept swaying and bumping, as if just calling to be squeezed. But I could not even touch them as I had to support myself with both arms. Then, as if Irene had read my mind…
Irene: Susan honey, play with your boobs and seduce your boy. Show him your lovely big boobs!!
Susan complied, while maintaining her moans. It was all just too much for me.
Me: I… I am going to cum already. I can’t… I cant take it anymore!
Still sticking her finger inside me, Irene used her other hand to grasp my penis, guiding me to exit Susan gently. I managed to get into a standing position. Susan’s legs are still spread eagle. Irene started massaging my erection ferociously, and at the same time intensified her anal stimulation. I stared down in wonder… amazed at the fine handwork that she was delivering, and at the same time, anticipating the inevitable. I squirted whatever remaining amount of love juices I had that day onto Susan’s bare body.
Continued…
Even after the session ended and Irene had left, both Susan and I still sat there in the living room wondering what had actually happened. The entire experience was so intense but felt surreal! I think it was because so many new things had happened at the same time within that very short time - we never had Irene in the equation before, and now, not only was she added into our relationship, she had initiated something that both Susan and I had never experienced before - a threesome (I confirmed that with her later)! Well, I am not sure if you could call it a real threesome, since I did not penetrate her this time. But it was as close to one as I was gonna get.
We skipped lunch that day. Both of us didn’t feel the least bit hungry after being satisfied like that. That session also satisfied our sexual craze, for Susan and I didn’t even feel like making love for the remainder of the day! I was quite curious however, as to why Irene didn’t ask me to have sex with her during the session. It felt odd that she only wanted me to enter Susan, and was contented with fingering me. Perhaps she really just wanted to share me with Susan? Or perhaps she knows that I am Susan’s and therefore didn’t dare to have real sex with me? Both these possibilities didn’t seem too likely. Then, Susan finally spoke…
Susan: Did you enjoy our love-making just now, darling? With Irene watching, I mean?
Me: Well yeah, but not coz Irene was watching, of course! Coz I was making love to you! You didn’t enjoy it?
Susan: Erm… actually I did…
Me: Oh, you didn’t feel like you were being forced by Irene?
Susan: No… and strangely, I didn’t even mind that she touched my body! I kind of enjoyed it!
I was truly surprised at her confession.
Me: Really? I thought she was making you feel uncomfortable…. coz the way she groped you.. groped your breasts, even!
Susan: Actually… I kind of liked that she squeezed my breasts! Let me have a chance to ‘show off’ my big tits to her! Haha!
Again, imagine my surprise at that statement.
Me: Oh… really? Well yeah, your breasts are so much bigger than hers indeed!
I reached over to touch and lift her breasts a bit.
Me: And so heavy!
Susan smiled a cheeky smile.
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Day 2 ended without any further sex. It was just like a normal evening and we each went about our almost normal routine, except for dining together in the kitchen. I guess both of us still had the day’s earlier events on our minds! It wasn’t something you forgot easily!
Then Day 3 came, and it was the final day of our weekend alone, before Uncle got back that night. He usually got home late during trips like these, so we spent most of the day without much worry of him turning up suddenly. And since it was the last day (for that weekend), we of course could not waste any time at all! We had a total of another 3 sessions that day and some moments were quite intense.
In the first session, Susan had just finished cleaning up after breakfast and I managed to catch her off guard in the kitchen. I went down on her while she leaned backwards on the kitchen counter - only her shorts and panties were pulled down; her top remained totally intact. Then, I lowered my boxers, and entered her from behind, with both of us standing and Susan once again supporting herself off the kitchen counter. It was short, it was quick, it was good.
The second session happened just before we went out for lunch. This time, she got me by surprise, and treated me to one of the best blowjobs I’ve ever had! She had me spreading and lifting both my legs up, while leaning back sitting on the sofa. And the reason I had to lift my legs up was because Susan wanted access to my butthole! Her tongue started licking at entrance, and went slowly upwards towards my ballsack, and then on towards the base of my penis, up the shaft and then reaching the head. It didn’t stop there - she then engulfed my entire erection in her lovely mouth once, removed it, and repeated the entire process again! Again and again she went like this, until I was moaning and groaning at the top of my voice! She ended the session by working her tongue and lips on my scrotum, and jerking me off with her hands. She was still fully clothed at the end of it; she only needed her hands and mouth to work her magic. Imagine that!
The third and final session of the day was in the evening. It started with a slow but tender kissing session, followed by me enjoying her breasts (using my hands and mouth, for an extended amount of time), and then sex in a missionary position. I made sure she was totally naked that time, to fully enjoy the moment before Uncle came back. And oh, it was in their bedroom, and on their bed too. Poor Susan had to tidy up after, to make the place as it was before.
That concluded one of the most magical weekends I’ve had at Susan’s place. But there were more adventures to come, of course…
More Exposure
Schoolwork, tests and projects kept me busy most of the time. I haven’t had much time to spend my attention on Susan, and everything was back to its normal pace and routine. Most of my time was spent at school anyway, sometimes even having dinner there after study sessions with my course mates. It was quite nice actually, and not as sad as it sounds, coz by that time in the evening, most people would have already gone home and so the canteens weren’t that crowded. No queues, no hassle, not much noise. Plus sometimes, we would go for a short swim or gym session before we ate. It was nice spending time with the bros.
But then one evening, when I just returned home after dinner at school, I found Susan having dinner in the kitchen, alone. I was a little surprised as she usually ate with Uncle, whether it was at home or at the coffee shop nearby. I felt bad because she looked lonely, seated at the dining table.
Susan: Oh, you’re back.
Me: Yeah… just back from school. How come you’re having dinner alone? Where’s Uncle?
Susan: He’s not back yet. Still at work. He told me that he will eat with his colleagues before coming home. Have you had dinner?
Me: Oh… er, yeah. I ate at school.
Susan: Ah, lots of schoolwork?
I just nodded. I felt bad seeing her so lonely. In fact, I felt guilty for neglecting her.
Susan: Uncle said that he would be home late for the next couple of days. It’s this project he has to work on…
My poor Susan; I knew I had to do something. I couldn’t let her have dinner on her own for the next few days! I sat down next to her, and put my palm on her back to give her a slow, comforting rub.
Me: Well, that’s too bad. But, you could have dinner with me, you know. Maybe even at my school!
I was already starting to think of our next adventure together…
More Exposure - Part 2
I thought quickly what to say to Susan next. Then…
Me: Why don’t we have dinner at my school tomorrow. I know it’s canteen food, but some of the stalls are quite good! Cheap some more!
Susan: Hmmm… sounds like a good idea. Better than eating alone at home. And your poly’s not too far away.
Me: Yup, you could just take the bus and drop off at the bus stop just outside the main gate. We can eat at the canteen just inside the gate, and later I could show you around the place.
Susan: Sounds good to me. So you’ll wait for me at the canteen? I’ll probably reach around 6pm. Not too late for you, right?
Me: Yeah, that’s fine. I will hang around in school and wait for you.
Susan: Thanks, dear. That’s really sweet of you. Now why don’t you go ahread and shower? You must be tired after such a long day.
She is placed her hand on my thigh now, rather close to my crotch. Whether it was on purpose or not, I didn’t know. I was beginning to feel excited already, more because of what would happen tomorrow. I went ahead to shower and things proceeded as normal that evening.
The next mornjng, I was amazed that I could still pay attention in class, since naughty plans were already forming in my head. Lectures and classes had ended by 3pm, but because I still had plenty of time to kill before dinnertime, I took my time to finish my work in the tutorial class until all my friends had left. I told them I wanted to finish it before going home, and finish it I did! I left the tutorial classroom at about 5pm and made my way to the main entrance bus stop. There were just a few girls chatting at the ground floor wooden bench when I left the building. Most people were already heading in the same direction as I was, as I walked towards the bus stop.
I decided it was all right to be there early, just in case Susan arrived early. Neither Susan nor I had a handphone back then, so it would be hard for her to get in touch with me when she arrived. Furthermore, there were plenty of girls to ogle at, since the place was packed with students making their way home. I had always been amazed by how sexily some Singaporean girls dress, coming from a more conservative country across the causeway. It was more so when it came to the Malay girls here (some of them), compared to those back home.
Soon, the numbers at the bus stop began to dwindle, and just slightly before 6pm, Susan alighted. I was quite surprised when I saw her, because she was a bit more dressed up than usual. I mean, she was still wearing office clothes, but I had never seen this set before, especially that top she had on. It was a long-sleeved silky and shiny yellow number, with buttons all the way up to the collar. The material was smooth and shiny, and you could already see the clear outline of her bra, as the material tested on her body. Her skirt was more ‘normal’ - a flare skirt with slight pleats which was black in colour. She had to hold on to her skirt with one hand when she alighted, to prevent the wind from exposing more of her lower body than she would have liked! In her other hand, she was clutching her handbag (tote bag?). I immediately rose towards her.
Susan: Oh, you’re here already! I was worried how to find you if you didn’t turn up here.
Me: Yeah, don’t worry - I won’t let you get lost.
Susan smiled sweetly at me. She was still clutching on to her skirt, I noticed. There were gusts of wind at the bus stop, what with the buses and cars swooshing by. We left and made our way back in towards the canteen. Susan looked exceptionally gorgeous that evening. She was even still in her make up, perfume and slight heels. I had not seen her this dolled up before. She even looked like some of those rich tai-tais! Gosh, I was so turned on already!!