With both Clare and Sarah staying the night, we broke out the nibbles and, of course, the alcohol as we were celebrating my twenty-third birthday.
I thanked both girls for a wonderful day, and then, as it was my birthday, I suggested that we should play a game of naked Twister.
That proposal was immediately overruled. With a giggle, the girls playfully suggested that I had an advantage because my cock meant I had five appendages.
Instead, they decided they preferred ‘Naked Ludo’ and, to be honest, as long as it was naked, something; I did not care. With the heating cranked up and my lava lamp switched on, reminding my two girlfriends of what a splendid gift they had bought me, we started playing the game.
However, while ‘Naked Ludo’ was fun, it lacked a certain something. So, together, we came up with the idea of forfeits. The rule was that the winner of each game would allocate one forfeit to each of the two losers for every counter that was not yet home.
I thought it was a brilliant idea, so I claimed it as mine, to both girl's annoyance.
Clare won the first game, and the forfeits were quite tame. They involved drinking a measure of alcohol or doing something silly, like when I had to impersonate a chicken laying an egg. But by the end of the second game, which Clare also won, they had gotten a little riskier and more sexual.
We did naked sit-ups and handstands, and Clare gave me the forfeit of performing fellatio on a banana. I followed Clare's instructions, but due to my embarrassment, I decided to make a joke out of it and I bit off the end of the fruit.
That received a laugh, only for both girls in tandem to tell me that they would try that technique next time they went down on me!
I couldn't help cringing; my hand automatically covered my cock, which only brought further laughter from my girlfriends.
Things started to get out of hand by the third game, which I won. I asked Sarah to impersonate a dog for a minute. Her actions included begging for a bone, rolling over, and barking. However, Sarah’s embarrassment was complete when I mounted her like a male dog would do and then howled as I pretended to fuck her.
Sarah tried to get me off her, but I held on and barked to Clare, “I don’t know what she is complaining about, as the doggy position is her favourite.”
My cheeky, yet true, comment was enough to have Clare running to the bathroom as she realised she was in real danger of wetting herself.
Sarah pushed me off, embarrassed and then told me. "You're going to pay for that, as I have some good forfeits lined up when I win the next game."
I quietly chuckled to myself; Sarah hadn’t come close to winning yet, and I felt confident.
With Clare’s return, we sat back at the table. Now, if there is any such thing as playing an intense game of alcohol-fuelled ‘Naked Ludo’, this was it. Sarah was concentrating, egging us both as she worked her four counters into her safe zone.
But then I got lucky. I had a run of high, double-number dice scores, and my four counters moved effortlessly to their home circle. I had just defeated the two girls.
I grinned, looking at Sarah’s four counters. She had played her own game by trying to get all of them into the safety zone first, rather than getting at least a few of them to the home circle.
With the straightest face I could muster, I deliberately counted them while Clare looked on, giggling.
“One, two, three, four—I believe that is four forfeits.”
I tried my best not to smirk as I asked Sarah, “Now, what were those forfeits you were telling me about?”
“I am not saying,” was all that she mumbled in return. She was annoyed that I had won again.
“Come on,” Clare urged. She wanted to see Sarah do these forfeits.
So, I reminded my second girlfriend that one forfeit was for her; after all, I needed to treat both my girlfriends equally. Clare had failed to get one counter home.
The truth is, I had no problem coming up with forfeits. Any heterosexual guy wouldn’t when there are two beautiful, fit, and naked ladies in front of him. I already had Clare’s naughty task in mind, but Sarah had four of them to do, and I wanted her to do ones that played into her psyche.
After glancing at her, I noticed Sarah looked a little worried, and I felt sorry for her. Four forfeits was quite a lot, and I felt a pang of guilt.
So, I said to her, “Being the kind, loving boyfriend that I am.” I paused and grinned at her before continuing. “I give you a choice: four small forfeits or one large one. It is your decision.”
I turned to Clare.
“You can go first while Sarah decides... For two minutes, I want you to masturbate using the bottle in front of us as a prop.” I gave her a small Coke bottle that we had been using as a mixer for the Bacardi's we were drinking earlier.
Clare looked at it and asked, “Is it clean?”
I shrugged; I didn’t know. Clare went to the kitchen and carefully washed the bottle.
Sarah and I glanced at each other. We were both surprised that Clare had not complained or said anything about performing such a kinky act in front of us.
While I knew, Sarah masturbated frequently; she had told me that she only used her fingers.
But I wasn’t so sure about Clare.
She shared a bedroom with her sister and had often told me, “There was no privacy at home.” However, Clare had mentioned that when she was on her own she occasionally used a hairbrush handle which, to get off, she pushed up her bottom.
With that thought, my cock hardened at what I was about to see.
I turned to Sarah and whispered, “Don’t forget, you're next,” now thinking more with my cock than my head.
Clare returned with the sparkling, clean bottle in her hand. There was a moment when I was sure she was just going to say something ‘witty’. Then leave the bottle on the coffee table and refuse to perform a sex act with it.
But she didn’t.
With her eyes grinning at both of us, she placed the bottle end in her mouth and teasingly licked it like it was a cock. Her tongue swirled, and then, with a sly grin, she sucked on the glass. Her mouth formed a perfect O as she let the bottle go back and forth, teasing us as she repeated the action.
With a dancer's finesse, she positioned herself on the armchair and spread her legs wide, her shaved cunt opening to our view. She was enjoying herself, putting on a show and teasing us both. Her wet pussy spread wide, her pinkness inviting our stare.
Clare gently slid the bottle up and then down her slit, spreading her cunt’s moisture and causing a barely audible moan.
Her eyes were still on us, and I had the feeling she had done this before. Then, with a sly grin, she eased the neck of the bottle into herself as a salacious look came over her face.
Clare wanted this.
With a careful push, she worked more of the bottle into her pussy, and then eagerly started using her other hand to rub her clit. The grin was now gone; it was replaced by a wave of ecstasy that seemed to wash through her.
Watching, my cock erect and ready to take one of my girlfriends, though I dared not move, Clare masturbating using a bottle was so erotic, so sexy, and stimulating... I was so turned on, and I wanted to last longer than a few dozen strokes. I knew if I touched myself or either of my girlfriends, I would soon be erupting all over the carpeted floor.
I glanced at Sarah. Her hand had slipped between her legs. She was touching herself, probably hoping no one would notice.
So I impishly said, “Don’t worry, you're next.”
Sarah’s hand promptly came up as she smiled at me, though her eyes told me something completely different. She wanted to cum too.
Clare’s two minutes slipped by. I had no intention of stopping her. Sarah and I were enjoying the show as the bottle repeatedly disappeared into my second girlfriend’s baldness. It was now past the neck, and with every stroke, she was taking it a little deeper.
There was a brief pause as Clare repositioned herself. She was now squatting, forcing the bottle deeper into her cunt. Stretching her pussy to take it all, her fingers were almost a blur as she continued to polish her nub.
She was close, Clare’s groans now clear, my erection unnoticed as it waved in front of me. One last thrust, another surge of hand movements—her body carried a red flush as she stiffened and then shuddered.
Clare came in a gush. Her pussy muscles ejected the bottle as she erupted all over my armchair cushion.
It was fair to say that my second girlfriend had left her mark, not only on the upholstery but also deep within my brain. Clare’s engorged cunt looked abused. It was swollen, gaping open, and soaked, my cock pointing the way as my eyes bored into its open wantonness.
I sensed Sarah’s eyes were right with mine, both of us looking like we were ready to dive in. Yet neither of us was able to move. For me, it was because I knew if I did, it would be a few strokes inside Clare and then it would be over. As for Sarah, her hesitation was because she was unsure.
As quickly as it had started, the show finished, and Clare’s words brought us back to reality.
“My two minutes must be up,” she gasped, the bottle now on the coffee table.
“Just,” I said, though it had been nearly five.
“You have done that before,” I then added, grinning.
Clare looked at me. She didn’t say a word, choosing to keep her secrets.
“Have you done that, Sarah?” I asked.
“No” was her quick, one-word reply.
I grinned, "Now's your chance," and I picked up the bottle, handing it to Sarah.
She didn’t move. Her eyes flicked from the Coke bottle to Clare’s gaping cunt. I noticed this and couldn't help but whisper to Sarah, "Another gold mine." It was our private joke.
"Well, Sarah, what is it going to be—to perform four forfeits similar to what Clare has just done, or one large one? It is your choice.”
Sarah looked at me; her eyes were pleading, but I waited for her answer, and when it came, it was what I expected.
"One big one," she said in a hesitant, worried voice.
I smiled. Then I kissed her and whispered, “Don’t worry, it is one you will like.”
Despite many sexually charged thoughts running through me, mostly inspired by my cock, I had no intention of giving Sarah a forfeit that she wouldn’t enjoy.
“Sarah, your large task is as follows.” I glanced over at the now-recovered Clare. She was eagerly listening. “Other than your shoes, you are to remain fully nude. You are to go outside through the front door and around to the rear garden. There, you will run three laps around the garden, naked, before returning the way you came.
Sarah stared back at me, her mind calculating.
I felt the forfeit played straight into Sarah’s exhibitionist streak, but I wanted to reassure her.
“Remember, since I moved in, our downstairs neighbour’s flat has been empty. I even knocked this morning, but there was no answer, and there is still no car parked outside in one of the flat’s allocated places.”
Sarah seemed to relax.
“So your challenge is to get from the front door to the side gate, unseen. Once in the dark, private back garden, it will be easy.”
What I had said to Sarah was completely true. We hadn't seen the downstairs neighbour in the week and a half since I moved in. They were a bit of an enigma.
“Alright, I will do it!”
I had sold the idea to Sarah.
“We will watch you from the balcony and count your laps. Remember, it is three. It should all be over in a couple of minutes,” I gently added.
Sarah disappeared, and Clare and I relocated to the balcony. As we waited, I asked her about fucking the bottle, and she admitted that she had done something like it before, but that was all I was going to get.
There was a small noise, and Sarah suddenly appeared. She was completely naked, apart from her shoes, and looked around the corner, making sure the coast was clear. The rear garden was mostly grass, with just a couple of flower beds and a shed. There was a high hedge and trees around the edge of the lawn, and no properties overlooked it.
My blonde girlfriend darted quickly from her position, reaching the far side of the garden just as the first security light came on. It fully illuminated her, revealing every square inch of her body.
I, and especially Clare, started laughing; our hands covered our mouths, trying to stay quiet.
Sarah froze before running to the last dark part of the garden, trying to hide. But just as she got there, another security light came on. The light now illuminated the entire garden.
She squealed. There was no escaping, and we could see every detail of her naked body. Sarah just stood there; she was like a deer caught in headlights. Clare and I tried our best to contain our laughter as we watched high above, from my apartment's landing. I didn’t know about the security lights, as I had never been in the back garden either during the day or night.
Sarah ran back across the garden to where she had come. As she did so, we heard a male voice saying, “Madeline?”
The voice then asked, "Are you okay?"
There was a loud bang as my flat's front door closed, followed by footsteps on the stairs. Clare was in tears, laughing, while I tried my best to keep a straight face but failed.
Sarah walked in, clearly not amused.
“What was our neighbour like?” I spluttered as Sarah’s deep blue eyes cut into me.
I didn’t learn.
“You haven’t finished your forfeit yet, as you have another two laps to run.”
Sarah nudged me. It was something I knew was coming, and it was deserved.
I wrapped my arms around my blonde girlfriend and cuddled her.
She melted into me and then whispered something unexpected.
“Fuck me, David, I am so turned on.”
I hadn’t realised it, but she was not the only one as my cock was prodding her.
Hand-in-hand, I led both my girlfriends into the master bedroom.
*****
Last night’s sex had been wild and maybe a little kinky. Helped by the alcohol, our threesome seemed to have no limits. Both girls appeared to spend as much time with each other as with me, and that pleased me. I felt this could be our future, and of course, I got my lesbian show.
There was no hesitation as Sarah went down on Clare and licked her pussy to a much-needed orgasm. She had done this with Ashley, but for me, this was far better as the other woman was Clare.
The sex began with me fucking Sarah while Clare watched on. There was no lovemaking; this was raw, steamy three-way sex, Sarah, once again seemingly getting off on being watched as she rode my cock.
Later, with lots of lube, Sarah let me take her anally. Since losing her anal cherry in Crete, we have been regularly having sex this way. With my cock in her ass, she came as soon as Clare licked her folds. It did seem to me that Sarah got more pleasure from the touch of Clare’s tongue than having my cock stuck up her bum.