One of the girls

It was a sleepover and I don't know what I wanted, well I do, but... Barda, Hettie and me, we'd watched a video or two and at some point in the evening the two girls had started waxing lyrical about boys they admired. Worse, they wanted MY opinion! I was single, true and a virgin too, but back then I think - I thought - Barda and Hettie were too. Maybe I hadn't signaled my heterosexuality enough? We can tell YOU Charles, they said; You're one of the girls!

Is there a comment that make one feel more emasculated? More unmanned?

I had to sit while they asked ME about the various merits of Aldous's backside and the way Oberon's biceps rippled, just so, when he rowed.

That night, I awake, it's still dark. The TV is still on, flickering light. I'm hard, nursing my erection when I hear...

A wet, sucking sound and heavy panting. My eyes adjust to the light and I see...

Hettie, all fours, her arse pointing at me, split cheeks, hairy crack, anus and below it her hair lined red cunt. Barda, sitting, feeding Hettie her tit.

Barda is looking right at me, her breasts seem older, saggy, than I had expected of a girl in her 20s. But, inexperienced as I am, I haven't seen many breasts.

I stare, catch Barda's eye and as I - embarrassed - look away, she says:

You can look Charles, you're one of the girls!

And she tosses me some cloth? It's knickers! Their knickers! I put them to my nose, and inhale.

Pungent, sweaty, scent of seafood, sweet and savoury, musky.

I have no idea which pair belongs to which girl, they are different, the perfume, similar obviously.

I watch Hettie suckle, her arse in the air, sniff each gusset in turn, as Barda moans and sighs.

Then at a command I don't catch, Hettie moves towards Barda, moving her bottom in range. Hettie now facing me, her arse pressed against Barda's face. Hettie fixes me with a look, Barda is doing something back there because Hettie's eyes roll back and she moans a long moan.

I'm still sniffing the sweat drenched knickers, one of the panties wrapped around my cock, pumping my meat.

Then I clearly hear Hettie plead:

Tongue my bum! Lick my shitter you dirty cow!

And I ejaculate into the knickers, my thick seed absorbed by the panty cloth.

The girls are getting louder, until Hettie cums with a shudder and a sigh.

They disentangle and kiss, cuddle and look over at me.

Barda says:

Did you cum in my knickers Charles?

I nod.

You better give them a wash before you bring them back, she says.

You may as well take mine Charles, says Hettie, your can use them later and return them, clean, NEXT sleepover!