“Honey, I have a question for you,” my wife said to me before she left for work.

This beginning always makes me nervous, because it is almost always a loaded question. Trying to hide my apprehension, I asked, “What is it?”

“You know I’ve been working real hard recently, and I need a break. I was talking to some female friends at work, and we decided that we all needed a girls night out. We decided to make it a weekend, rather than a night, though. Is that OK with you?”

I breathed a sigh of relief. “Is that all? Why would I have a problem with that?” I asked.

“Oh, thank you, Honey. I could kiss you all over.”

“So what’s stopping you?” I asked.

“The fact that a 14-year-old is in the house with us, for starters. A time and a place for everything…” she answered. “Oh, and by the way, there’s another part to this. You know Allie, whose husband died a couple of years ago? She needs to find something to do with her own 14-year-old girl, and I wondered if you could watch her also. She and Donna are both friends already, so I imagine that you’ll see very little of them, except at mealtimes.”

“All right, Donna’s friend can stay over, too. Does she have a name, by the way?” I asked.

“Her name is Stephanie, and she seems real sweet. That’s probably why they get along so well.”

“So when will all this take place?”

“We’ll leave tomorrow before the girls get home from school. I’ll bring my cell in case someone needs to contact one of us. Thanks again.”

Friday afternoon, Donna and Stephanie came walking up the front walk, all gossip and giggles. Stephanie was a beautiful girl, with small tits, a beautiful smile, shoulder-length red hair, and dark blue eyes. Donna was the fairer of the two, with long hair, but hers was blonde, and she had brown eyes. After the appropriate introductions were made by Donna, they went up the stairs, closed the door, and left me with the feeling that I just witnessed two talking whirlwinds passing by.

Later, after pizza and soft drinks, I went to my room to change into my night shorts. Normally, I sleep in the buff, but I figured I needed to be a bit more modest around the girls. It wasn’t long after I went back downstairs to clean up the kitchen that I heard both girls come down, too. I looked around, and was surprised to see both of them dressed in nightclothes that the word “skimpy” didn’t do justice to. And if they were wearing undies, I sure couldn’t tell it. After a short while, I heard some unfamiliar noises coming from the living room. “What are you two watching?”, assuming this was from some TV show or movie.

When I went in to check, I was shocked to find Donna and Steph locked in a 69, Donna on the bottom. I tried to say something, but I was too stunned to do anything but look on. Donna was the more vocal of the two, moaning and groaning rather loudly, while Steph was merely breathing heavily, but not vocal. Steph was putting one finger into Donna’s pussy, pumping it in and out slowly, while Donna was sucking on Steph’s pussy for all she was worth. Steph then put a second finger into Donna’s pussy, and increased the speed. Donna did her typical high-pitched squeal, then lifted her ass off the bed, and had her first orgasm of the night, soaking Steph’s face and upper body. While Donna was still panting, she began licking and sucking Steph’s clit, and then Steph had her own orgasm. It was obvious that she wasn’t as shooter like Donna, but her flowing cunt juices could easily been seen from my vantage point.

As both girls calmed down from their orgasms, I cleared my throat and said, “What have we here?”

Both girls smiled at me, then Steph got off the couch, walked over to me, and said, “What have we in here?”, pointing to my cock through my shorts. I covered up, feigning modesty, and said “I can’t imagine what you’re talking about.” By this time, Donna had reached me, and the girls pushed me down on the wet couch cushion and ripped my shorts off.

“Now, now, girls, just what do you have in mind?” And they proceeded to strip off their skimpy nighties, revealing all they had to offer. Donna has 30-A boobs, with light brown nipples, while Steph was probably a 32-A, with dark brown nipples. Both girls were still very sparse where their pussy hair was concerned, with most growth right above their pussy lips, and just a few sparse hairs on their cunts. Seeing the hair on their heads gave you an exact representation of the color of their pussy hairs. Both girls’ nipples were standing straight out, though Donna’s were slightly longer than Steph’s.

“What would you like to do, Mr. Light?”, asked Steph. Before I could answer, she took my 6” cock in her hands, and began to gently stroke it. Pre-cum was already leaking out of the head, and Donna gathered it up with a finger and offered it to Steph.

“Go ahead, taste it. I already have, and I’m still here, aren’t I?” coaxed Donna. Steph tentatively licked it off Donna’s finger, and said “That’s not bad. I may need more later.” I think my cock grew another inch at hearing that.

Both girls continued to lick and suck my cock, building me toward orgasm. But Steph stopped suddenly and said “Mr. Light, I need you in me, in my pussy. I’ve never had sex with a man before, and I want you to be the first.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. Steph, who minutes ago was on top of my daughter giving her an orgasm, wanted me to deflower her. “Well, Steph, are you sure?” She nodded her head. “You know this will hurt a bit, don’t you?”

“Yes, Donna told me all about it. She has been trying to get me ready by using her vibrator on me, too.”

“Well, it will probably be easier with you on top, so you can control things like speed and depth.” With that, I rolled over, and Steph eagerly climbed on top. “I want you to slowly put my cock into your pussy, and gently start in and out motions.” Steph did this like a pro, with short movements to get used to my cock inside her pussy. Donna was trying to help her out by reaching from behind her and playing with her still-erect nipples. Steph then began softly moaning, then said, “Mr. Light, this feels SO good, I don’t ever want this to stop.”

Then Steph hit her hymen and stopped, wincing just a little. I told her, “Probably the easiest thing to do is to take my cock almost all the way out of your pussy, then lower yourself back down quickly. The pain will be there, but it will be minimized this way.”

“OK, Mr. Light, I’ll do it.” Then Steph steeled herself, pulled my cock out to the head, then dropped like a sack of potatoes down to the hilt. Tears formed in her eyes, but not to the extent I expected. Donna’s prep with the dildo seemed to help her friend. “Now, begin raising and lowering your pussy on me, and you’ll begin to quickly feel much better.” Steph began doing just as I said, and while she did, Donna scrambled to my end of the bed and sat on my face. I quickly began licking my Punkin’s juicy pussy, while enjoying Steph’s ever increasing speed on my cock. Donna reached out to Steph’s boobs again, and began twisting her nipples almost to the point of pain. Steph began moaning again, and began moving faster and faster until I heard her go “AHHHHHH,” then collapse on my chest. Donna’s high pitched squeal came right after Steph‘s orgasm, and then my face and upper torso were soaked until I thought I was going to drown. Within seconds, I could feel my own come building up. When I felt my balls pulling up, I pulled out of Steph’s pussy, and sprayed my come over her tits and my body. Donna made sure to clean up my cock by licking the come off it completely. I noticed that Steph was taking small drops of my come on her fingers, and licking that off as well.

After we had all calmed down a bit, Steph asked “Mr. Light, I don’t spray like Donna does when she comes. Am I abnormal?” I couldn‘t help but smile at her innocence.

“No, Steph, neither of you is abnormal, just different. People’s voices are different, height, build, hair and eye color…all are different, but differences are not abnormal.”

“Well, I wish I could come like that,” said Steph.

“I wish I didn’t come like that,” said Donna. “Just look at the mess. I have to change sheets like almost every day, and sometimes more than once per day. It gets to be a bother.”

“Speaking of that,” I said, “we all are wet and sticky now, both from Donna’s come spray, and from our sweaty bodies. Anybody for a bath?”

Both girls jumped off the bed, and headed for the bathroom, with their little asses jiggling before me. I guess I’ll have to put up with them in bed with me tonight…