Loading...Having read stories on Literotica for a few years, I finally started writing and posting stories at the beginning of this year. I never knew what an effect it would have on my life! I always imagined that this site was a place where we described our fantasies. I never suspected it would lead to one of them actually happening.
This is the true story of how it did happen.
While I was posting the instalments of my story The Festival, I was lucky enough to receive a lot of feedback from readers. Some was in public comments, but most was in private messages. More often than not it was guys saying how much the story had turned them on and encouraging me to write more. That’s great and I really appreciate it.
What really gave me a kick though was hearing from women who’d enjoyed my story. I’ve had a lot of female friends tell me they enjoy reading erotica and get turned on by it, so I’d guessed that there were a fair few women on the site. But I was still excited to find out how many had read my story and how many had got turned on by it. I particularly liked it when they told me about which parts had turned them on, and which parts had made them cum. It’s incredible to think that the words I type into my computer here can have such an effect on someone on the other side of the world.
However, not everyone who mailed me was on the other side of the world. I heard from quite a few more local people. My story was set at the Glastonbury festival, a famous music festival in South West England, and many of the readers had been to it, and so could really picture what I was describing and imagine themselves in the situation.
Here’s what one lady said. I’m changing all the names in this story, so just imagine she’s called Julie: “Hi Deepblue — I just wanted to say I thought your story was great. I go to Glastonbury every year and stay in the motorhome enclosure. I’ll be going this year and will be trying to work out which one your horny foursome are staying in. If I guess right I might even go and join in to make it a fivesome!”
Most of the women who e-mailed me were disappointed to learn that The Festival was complete invention. I wish it had happened to me, but it hasn’t. I had a few group sex experiences when I was at university about ten years ago, and in the next few months I’ll write them up and post them here. But, if I’m honest, none of them were as full-on or sexy as The Festival. I didn’t really think real life sex could be that good. I thought it only happened like that in stories.
Until last weekend that is.
I’ve developed e-mail relationships with quite a few of the people who’ve enjoyed my stories. Like I say, I’ve enjoyed hearing about what they like and getting to know them all a bit better. I didn’t expect anything to develop beyond e-mail, and so I was amazed when Abby suggested meeting up.
Abby had e-mailed me after the third chapter. I’ve copied and pasted her first e-mail here:
“Ohmigod! How hot was that? Your story has just had me cumming again and again and again!!! It’s the best story I’ve read on lit. PLEASE write more!!!”
I was pretty happy with the feedback! In case you’re wondering, by the way, I’ve checked with everyone involved in this story and they’re all happy for me to tell this story, so long as I change names.
Abby and I got e-mailing. It turned out she’s a 25-year old public relations executive who lives in Cardiff. She’s single, having just ended a five year relationship with someone she’d met at university. We got on really well, e-mailing each other about once a day, telling each other about our lives, what we’d been doing, and, inevitably I suppose, about our sexual fantasies.
One of the reasons Abby had ended with her ex was because he was unadventurous when it came to sex. They’d been together for most of their time at university, so, while all her friends were seeing different guys and experimenting, she’d been having the same sex with the same guy. She’d got bored.
She told me she wanted to have sex like the characters in The Festival. One e-mail said:
“Hiya Nick — how’s going? Loved chapter four. SO HOT! I’d so love to be Keira — 2 fit women kissing my tits while you slide your thick cock inside me. I’d cum so much!! Would be much better than work — pitching to a possible new client today. Yawn. I’ll be thinking about your story instead!! What u doing? Abby XX”
At around that time — this would have been mid-February, I got my first e-mail from Louise. At first she was quite serious and reserved: “Dear Deepblue32 — I’ve never written to any author of a Literotica story, but I wanted to write to you to tell you how much I admire your work. I look forward very much to reading more. Regards, Louise.”
We e-mailed back and forth a few times and gradually she loosened up. I guess she was just a bit nervous about the whole thing, but it soon became clear that she was a really fun girl. She’s a 27-year old solicitor who, because she’s still paying off student debts, is still living with her parents in Bath. She had a boyfriend, but he was living in London and they hardly ever saw each other.
By early March she was explaining to me how she coped being so far away from her boyfriend:
“Hi Nick — You’re right it is really hard not seeing Steve. I miss him. I miss having someone in bed with me. Tonight I’ve been really frustrated. A lot of work on at the moment, and I come home and there’s nothing to do here, just watch TV with mum and dad. So, I’ve come to bed early and have been reading your stories on Lit. I came halfway through the final chapter, at the part where Nick makes Jen cum with his tongue. I imagined having someone licking my pussy like that. Mmmm! Then when he made her squirt I came again! I’ve never squirted. Does it really happen? I’d love to do it myself one day, as it sounds amazing. Anyway, must get some sleep, as I’ve got a big day in court tomorrow. Mail me soon! Lou. Xxx
Over the next few weeks I carried on e-mailing both Abby and Louise, as well as quite a few other girls. Our conversations got dirtier and dirtier, really getting into our deepest fantasies. The one that kept on coming up with both of them, I guess not surprisingly, was group sex. Neither of them had ever had sex with more than one person at a time and both wanted to try it.
I’d thought we were only talking about it theoretically, so was a bit taken aback when I received this e-mail from Abby:
“Hey Nick. Hope your good. I’ve been thinking about what we’ve been talking about and I’ve decided I want to do it. I want too have a threesum. Are you up for it? No hassle if not, but I think it could be fun!! Abby xxx :)”
As I read the message my heart started to pound and I could feel the sweat on my hands. Was she serious? Could this really happen? I was nervous and uncertain, but I was also definitely interested. My cock had started to rise as I pictured myself having a threesome with Abby.
Then it occurred to me I had no idea what she looked like. We’d never exchanged photos. I had an image of her in my mind, but it was almost certainly inaccurate. I mean women don’t really look like Jessica Alba do they? I wondered if I could ask to see her photo. I figured there was no harm. Better to check now that I fancied her, and I guess also that she fancied me.
I e-mailed her back saying I liked the idea, but maybe we should swap pics and attaching one of me. I’m not the best looking guy in the world, but I’m not the worst either, so I wasn’t too shy about sending mine. I’m 32 years old, six foot two, have short blond hair, blue eyes, and go to the gym three times a week, so I’m not in bad shape. Maybe a few too many beers have given me a bit of extra on the belly, but I hoped it wasn’t anything that would put her off.
She e-mailed straight back: “You boys, you’re all about the looks aren’t you! I fancy you for your dirty mind and because from the way you write you sound like you know how to treat a girl in bed. Funnily enough though, you look just about how I imagined you would. Here’s 1 of me. Say nice things or else!!”
I didn’t need to lie. As I opened the picture I felt my cock stiffen up even further. Abby was prettier than I’d dared to hope. Ok, she doesn’t look anything like Jessica Alba, and she’s not as perfect as the girls in The Festival. No real life girls are. But Abby is hot. Believe me — she’s really hot.
In the picture she was standing on a beach in a blue patterned bikini. She was wearing shades so I couldn’t make out her eyes, but she was just the right shape — curvy but not overweight. She was tanned and her shiny brown hair reached to her shoulders. I estimated her tits to be 36C. They were pert and full. My cock was starting to throb as I imagined sliding it in the valley between those tits. Her stomach wasn’t totally flat, it had a few pounds on it and I guessed her ass did too, but overall I’d have said she was about a size 12, about five foot six inches. Most striking of all though was her smile. It was wide, natural and it radiated enthusiasm and fun.
I was definitely up for it. If I’d seen her in a bar I’d have wanted to sleep with her, and I was more than doubly up for having a threesome with her and another girl. The thought struck me then that I’d assumed it was another girl. Maybe she wanted another guy? My story contained threesomes with two guys and a girl, so why should I assume she was talking about two girls and a guy? I e-mailed her, not asking directly what gender we’d be looking for, but asking what her general plans were.
She wrote back: “Glad your up for it. It’s going to be so good. My pussy is wet just thinking about it. Why don’t you come down to Cardiff this weekend. We’ll go out and pick up a girl in a bar and bring her back to mine to have our wicked way with her!!! xxx”
I was relieved she wanted us to find another girl. I wasn’t completely against the idea of another bloke, but it definitely didn’t get me as excited as the idea of me with two fit women.
I was just about to e-mail Abby back to say I’d be there on Saturday afternoon, when an e-mail from Louise arrived in my in-box.
It said: “Hi Nick. How’s it going? I’m completely bored today. Nothing is happening at work. I’ve got no social life. Nothing to do for all four days over Easter. I tried calling Steve last night and he was on voicemail. I left a message but he didn’t reply. How shit is that? I’ve just been reading your new story about Amy, Jen and Nick having a threesome and it’s the only thing that’s keeping me awake today. It was a brilliant story. I loved the way you built up to it, with Amy talking about the sex they’ve had, then Nick watching the films of Amy having sex, then Amy, Jen and Nick all going at it together. I’m at work now so can’t touch myself, but my clit is pulsating and my pussy is soaking wet. As it always is after I read your stories!! I might have to go somewhere private! God I wish something like that could happen to me. Anyway, how are you? Lou. X”
As you might expect, this got me thinking. Could Louise be the third person in our threesome? I’d already seen a picture of her on her law firm’s website. It was a boring corporate shot of her in a suit, but she still looked good. She had short, wavy, light blonde hair, a thin, slightly angular face. Her lips were full and pouting, and her eyes were a beautiful green. She was pale-skinned and had a smattering of freckles across a cute little nose. It was only a head and shoulders shot so I couldn’t tell anything else about her body, but it was more than enough to make me sure I’d want to fuck her. But would she be interested?
I e-mailed her, telling her about Abby’s idea, and asking if she’d like to come along. I then went and had a wank, imagining Abby and Louise both sucking my cock at the same time. As I spurted into my hand I thought about how I could be doing it into their mouths in just two days.
When I got back to my computer Louise hadn’t responded, so I went to the gym for a couple of hours. I ran on the treadmill and lifted the weights trying to take my mind off the threesome we were planning. But I was surrounded by fit women, all sweating in tight lycra outfits, and I was picturing how Abby would look without her bikini, and what Louise was hiding below that enticing head and shoulders shot. After a while I had a raging hard-on, so had to give up on the weights and take a cold shower.
When I got back from the gym I had e-mails from both Abby and Louise. Abby’s said:
“Oi! Come on! What’s your answer?!!! Don’t keep a girl hanging on like this!!”
Louise’s said:
“Ok. Yes. I’d like that. But on three conditions: One, if I’m uncomfortable at any point, we can stop and I can leave. Two, we meet on neutral ground, like a hotel in Bristol. Three, I want you to make me squirt, like Nick does with Jen in your story. Can you do all that?”
Was ok with it?! I was possibly more excited and turned on than I’ve ever been at any point in my life!
I e-mailed Abby to check she was ok with this new idea and she loved it. All three of us started e-mailing on the same thread and I booked myself into the Brigstow, a smart hotel right in the centre of Bristol where I’ve stayed a couple of times before. We were online till late that night, the girls getting to know each other a little better and all of us talking about what we were going to do on Saturday night. I came twice at my computer as the girls’ descriptions became more and more graphic, and I went to bed that night with many happy images in my mind.
The next day I spent playing golf, and having a few beers with some mates. I restrained myself and didn’t say anything to them about it. I didn’t want to brag about it before it had happened, and I wasn’t sure how the girls would feel about me telling my drinking buddies about it all.
Finally, Saturday came and I drove down to Bristol. I arrived at the Brigstow and checked in. We’d arranged to meet in the bar at seven, but I’d arrived a couple of hours early to settle in. The room was perfect — from the window I could see swans gliding across the river below and people and cars rushing across a bridge. In the room there was a large bed, covered in a soft white duvet and four large black and red pillows. The walls were dark wood and the carpets were luxuriously deep and soft. The bathroom was state of the art with a plasma screen set into the wall at the foot of the bath, and there was a fully stocked minibar.
I poured myself a gin and tonic and settled into a hot bath. I relaxed there for hour or so, watching some tv, then I got out, shaved, brushed my teeth and lay down on the bed. As I lay there naked, thinking about what was going to be happening on that bed in just a few hours, my cock started to rise again. I looked at it, and thought that if all went to plan it was going to be a very lucky cock indeed.
I should point out at this stage that, much though I wish I was like the character Nick in The Festival stories with a nine inch cock, mine is just a normal six inches. I guess that’s average and I’ve never had any complaints. However, I’d already told Louise and Abby about it, in case they were expecting a nine-incher and were disappointed with mine. They’d both actually said they guessed that was the case, and had reassured me that, as long as it’s above six inches, it isn’t how big it is, it’s what you do with it.
Well, I was planning to do a lot with mine that night. I was nervous, but excited. A lot could go wrong: they could not turn up, they could have sent false photos, we could not get on, the sex could be bad. But then a lot could go right, and I was ready to take that risk. I just hoped they were too.
I got dressed in a casual dark brown suit and open-necked, freshly-ironed white shirt, then went to sit at the bar. Like the rest of the hotel it was ultra-modern, small but all glass and marble with a good view of the foyer. There were a few groups of people dotted on tables around the room, and just one guy serving drinks behind the bar.
I ordered a bottle of beer and sat on a stool, pretending to be calm and relaxed. I kept glancing at the front door of the hotel, wondering who’d arrive first, trying to guess what they’d be wearing. Because I was so nervous, I finished my beer quickly and I was just standing up, leaning forward to order another one, when I felt someone squeeze my ass.
I span around and found myself face to face with Abby.
“Hi!” we both said at the same time. We laughed nervously, and then Abby leant forward and kissed me on the lips. It was a quick peck, but it was enough for me to feel her soft warmth and for my cock to respond with a twitch.
“So I’m first am I?” she said jumping up onto the stool next to me and smiling at me.
“Yes, Lou’s not here yet. You want a drink?”
“Sure. I’ll have one of those beers.”
I ordered her drink and looked at her. Some people look good in photos but are a disappointment in person, but Abby is one of those people whose animation and liveliness make them even more attractive in person. She was wearing trainers, blue jeans and a red halterneck top. I was looking forward to pulling apart the spaghetti straps that were holding it up behind her neck. I pictured it falling away, revealing her full, ripe breasts.
She caught me looking at her tits and seemed to read my mind.
“I can’t believe we’re really going to do this,” she said quietly, leaning towards me.
“Are you still ok with it?” I asked.
“For sure,” she said. “I’ve not been able to think of anything else for the past few days. “Plus, you’re even better looking in the flesh.”
As she said, she flashed me the smile that I’d seen in her photo. It was a truly beautiful smile that lit up her face and seemed to make the world a better place. All of a sudden I felt less nervous. She kept on smiling as she ran a hand along my right thigh, up towards my crotch, where she left it.
“Have you checked out the room yet?” she asked.
“Yes,” I replied, conscious of her hand slowly rubbing up and down the top of my leg, inches away from my rapidly stiffening cock. “It’s good. You’ll like it.”
“I’m sure I will,” she breathed, leaning in to me and looking into my eyes. I leant forward and closed my eyes, as our lips touched again. We pushed softly towards each other, our mouths opening and tongues gliding together. I reached up to hold her face with my hand as we kissed, pushing aside her silky soft hair.
We were distracted from our passionate kiss by a gentle cough next to us.
“Started without me, have you?”
It was Louise. As we turned to look at her, both Abby and I caught our breath. I’d never have guessed from the corporate photo I’d seen of her that she was this hot. She was wearing a sheer black dress that highlighted a stunning figure, trim, but curvy in all the right places. We were all silent for perhaps longer than was decent as my eyes travelled over the curve of her breasts that I guessed were 32Bs, down over her flat stomach to where her dress ended at mid-thigh, resting on to reveal long, sculpted legs. I stood up and in her high heels Louise was only a few inches shorter than me. I looked into her green eyes that sparkled like the diamond studs in her ears and said: “I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to leave you out.”
She smiled at my cheesy line as I leant forward and planted a kiss on her lips, a kiss that was a little longer than a peck, but less full on than the one I’d just given Abby.
“Nice to meet you, Nick,” she said formally.
I realised that most of the men in the room had noticed Louise when she walked in, her short wavy blonde hair bouncing behind her, her heels clip-clopping across the floor, her dress sashaying across her thighs and clinging to her ass. The eyes of the watching men widened as she turned to Abby and kissed her full on the lips.
Louise might have been nervous, but she wasn’t showing it. Perhaps she’d got used to covering up her nerves in court.
While I ordered Louise a vodka and tonic and the girls found us a table in a corner I could feel the eyes of all the men in the room burning jealously into my back. I fought to control both my grin and my erection as I carried the drinks across the room and looked at the two beautiful young women who I knew I would soon be fucking.
I’d expected it to be a little uncomfortable at first, but we all got on really well. The conversation flowed, perhaps because we’d all got to know each other on e-mail, perhaps because we were all so excited, perhaps because we’d just got lucky and had a genuine spark between the three of us. We made small talk about our jobs, the hotel, our journeys there, but beneath it all, in the looks we were giving each other, and in the energy between us, was the promise of what was soon to come.
We tried not to rush straight into it. We’d agreed we’d have dinner first, and I’d booked us into the hotel restaurant. But it didn’t last long. By the time the main course had arrived and we’d got halfway through a bottle of Pinot Noir I felt Abby’s hand under the tablecloth slide up my leg. I carried on sipping my wine and listening to Louise talk about her work as a solicitor. When I did glance at Abby she raised her eyebrows before moving even further up my leg. I tried to concentrate on what Louise was saying and on cutting into my fillet steak, but it was difficult with Abby rubbing her fingers over my semi-hard cock through my suit trousers.
I think Louise realised what Abby was doing after a minute or so, as she stopped talking to me and turned her attention to Abby, then placed her hand next to Abby’s on my cock. The two of them started talking about what they like in a man, while Abby pulled down my flies and fished my now rigid cock out of my trousers. Louise gasped when she first touched it. I coughed and shifted position, checking no one else in the busy restaurant could see what we were doing.
Abby smiled reassuringly at Louise and, in silence, they both placed a hand on my shaft and started sliding them up and down. I sat there, my food forgotten, just concentrating on the sensations coursing through me, and trying not to shoot my load over the restaurant floor.
After a minute or so, Louise let go of my cock and leant towards me. “I’ve got a secret I’d like to tell you, Nick,” she said.
“What?” I said in a strangulated voice, feeling Abby trailing her fingernails up and down my shaft. With her other hand she was idly moving her linguine around her plate, while she watched Louise whisper in my ear.
Louise picked up my hand and placed it on her knee under the table. “I’m not wearing anything under this dress,” she breathed huskily.
I swallowed hard and looked at the beautiful blonde girl sitting next to me. She calmly lifted her glass of wine to her mouth and looked levelly at me. I couldn’t resist the temptation and slowly slid my hand up the inside of her silky smooth thigh.
My cock throbbed into Abby’s hand and she squeezed it.
I was glad we were against a wall of the restaurant or I’m sure someone would have seen what I was doing. Louise’s black dress was bunching up around her hips as I slid my hand higher and higher. Then I reached the warm wetness of her pussy, and found that she’d been telling the truth. She really wasn’t wearing anything underneath her dress. I felt the short hair of her bush and then slid a finger in between her pussy lips. She was soaking wet.
Louise let out a little gasp, and Abby stopped pumping my shaft. “Are you?” she said with a smile. “You are, aren’t you?! Wow.”
I nodded at her and smiled.
“Let’s go upstairs now,” she said. “I can’t wait any longer.”
I looked at Louise. I was now slowly sliding a finger up and down across her clitoris. She looked at me and then Abby with a heavy-lidded smile, and nodded.
“Ok, let’s go,” I said. I pulled my finger out of Louise, zipped up my trousers and called for the bill.
We sat there impatiently, not talking any more, waiting for the bill to arrive. Then the second we’d paid it we got up and marched rapidly to the lift.
As soon as the lift door closed Abby and Louise turned to each other and began to kiss fiercely. I just watched. The lift doors opened with the two girls still locked in a passionate embrace. A couple in their mid-twenties were standing there and watched open-mouthed as Abby and Louise carried on kissing, oblivious to their audience, tongues snaking in and out of gasping mouths. When they did realise, they glanced at the couple, and Louise looked a little embarrassed, but Abby laughed and pulled Louise out of the lift behind her. I followed, deliberately avoiding the gaze of the couple who moved wordlessly to take our places in the lift.
The three of us stopped outside our room, and I stood holding the key, looking at Abby and Louise. It was all going so much better than I’d even dared to hope. Both girls seemed really into it. I’d expected them to be shyer than this, to need some encouragement from me. But they seemed even more up for it than I was, if that was possible. My eyes roamed over their bodies again, wondering what they would look like naked, wondering how they would taste, how they would feel. They were doing the same. None of us was talking. We were all just gazing at each other with barely disguised lust.
I swiped the card through the electronic lock and held open the door for them.
They both walked around the room for a couple of minutes, admiring the view and in the bathroom. Then they sat together in the middle of the bed and looked expectantly at me. I was standing by the window looking at them, unsure of how to get started.
I thought about asking them if they were both still ok with doing this, and reminding them they could still back out if they wanted. It seemed the right thing to do, but it was also a pretty stupid idea. It was obvious that all three of us wanted it to happen. We’d had plenty of opportunities to back out when we were downstairs. We all wanted the same thing. We just needed to find a way to start it.
Fortunately, I didn’t get a chance to start asking them stupid questions. Abby turned towards Louise and started kissing her again. Soon they were thrusting tongues in and out of each other’s mouths, panting when they came up for air, grabbing at each other’s hair, faces, breasts. I stood there watching this blur of blonde and brunette, tangled limbs and grasping hands.
They were kneeling in the middle of the bed, when Abby reached round to unzip Louise’s dress. The blonde girl looked at me a little nervously with the dress resting on her shoulders, then Abby pulled it away to reveal two perky tits, a good handful each, topped by large pink nipples that were already pointing upwards. Louise carried on looking at me, uncertainly, wanting my approval, as she cupped her breasts and squeezed them together.
I smiled at her, wanting to give her reassurance. She smiled back, but was soon distracted by Abby leaning down to suck one nipple then the other into her mouth. Louise cried out in pleasure then tilted her head back and sighed.
I was enjoying the view so much I’d almost forgotten I could take part.
Releasing the taut pink nipple from her mouth, Abby said: “Have either of you seen that film where Neve Campbell and Denise Richards have a threesome with some guy and they start by pouring champagne over her tits?”
Had I ever? I’d pulled myself off to that scene many, many times.
“Wild Things,” I said.
“That’s it,” said Abby. “Well? Is there any champagne in the minibar?”
I finally caught up with her thinking and quickly opened the fridge door. There was a small bottle, which I opened and moved towards the girls. My hands were shaking a little with a combination of nerves and excitement, but my cock was now hard and straining to get out of my pants.
Up close to them I could smell the mingled scents of their perfume and something else, perhaps the musky scent of excitement building in their pussies. As knelt next to them on the bed I was intensely conscious of their bodies close to me. I could see the moisture on Abby’s lips, the faint goosebumps on Louise’s breasts. I was alert, every nerve tingling, desperate to be touched.
I moved to tip the champagne over Louise’s exposed breasts, but she stopped me, grabbing my wrist and saying: “I think it’s about time we saw these, don’t you?” She nodded towards Abby’s breasts that I noticed were rising and falling with the brunette’s heavy breathing.
From our e-mail conversations, I knew this was all new for Louise. She’d never been with a woman, while Abby had twice before now. I got the impression Louise was still uncertain about it, but was so turned on that she wanted to take it further. I had an overwhelming surge of emotion towards her, and cupping her smooth cheek in one hand, I kissed her gently on the lips, before looking her in the eyes, smiling and saying: “Good idea.”
I moved behind Abby so she was sandwiched between me and Louise, all three of us kneeling in the centre of the big white bed. I kissed the tanned skin on her neck and she breathed in sharply. While I pulled the bow of her halterneck top apart Louise leant forward to kiss Abby’s lips. While their tongues slid together inches from my face, I pulled Abby’s top down, revealing her beautiful full breasts encased in only a lacy black bra.
I held them in my hands, squeezing them, while I buried my face in her soft, fragrant hair. She broke away from kissing Louise to whisper: “Oh yes, Nick. That’s good.”
Encouraged by her, and urged on by the throbbing in my dick, I unclipped her bra and slipped it off her shoulders. With the champagne bottle still in the hand I slid the bra slowly down her slender arms and watched Louise shift her kisses down Abby’s neck and onto her heaving chest.
Abby leant back against me, and pushed the blonde girl’s head lower, murmuring: “Yes, That’s it. Mmmm..”
Louise was planting little kisses over Abby’s tanned firm breasts, and the second she connected with her large brown nipples I let some of the champagne run down Abby’s chest so it met Louise’s lips on that nipple.
Abby gasped at the sensation of the cold liquid and opened her eyes to look at me in surprise. Then she realised what was happening, and smiled. Louise began lapping up the liquid around Abby’s erect nipples, and Abby pulled me towards her lips.
While we kissed, she reached down to feel my cock through my trousers and, having discarded the empty bottle, I lifted her breasts up to Louise’s increasingly urgent mouth. The only sounds now were our heavy breathing, Louise’s gentle suckling sounds, and the occasional murmur of pleasure from Abby.
My cock was really straining for relief now, so I was glad when Abby suddenly unzipped me and pulled it out. Both girls stopped what they were doing to look at it.
“It’s not as small as you were making out,” said Louise teasingly, her confidence obviously growing by the minute.
“I never said it was small!” I pointed out in mock indignation. “Just not nine inches.”
“No, not nine inches,” she agreed. “But enough inches.” She reached over and wrapped her fingers around it while Abby got to work unbuckling my belt and pulling my trousers down. I lay back to let her tug them off, and soon my boxers followed. Abby then moved up to carry on kissing me while unbuttoning my shirt.
She was running her hands over my chest when I felt a warm wetness surround my cock. I looked down to see Louise easing her stretched lips down around my cockhead. I groaned and lay back to look at the ceiling while the blonde girl sucked deeply and the brunette kissed her way down my exposed torso to join her there.
Once Abby was level with Louise, the blonde girl released my cock from her mouth and holding firmly onto the shaft presented it to Abby.
Abby wasted no time in wrapping her full red lips around it and sucking it to the back of her mouth. When she slid back up, Louise pulled it out and sucked it back into her own mouth. I didn’t think I could get any bigger, but the sight and sensation of these two hot women sharing my cock between them was driving me crazy, and the blood was coursing into my dick.
Suddenly they stopped. Louise looked up at me, grinned and then turned to look at Abby who was staring lasciviously at my rigid prick. Then they both stuck out their wet, pink tongues and slid them all the way from the base to the tip. It was an incredible sensation, very different to a blowjob from one girl. More intense. More going on. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched transfixed as Abby slid her mouth over the end and began to suck while Louise carried on licking my shaft and balls. I reached down to run my hands through their hair and tried to hold off the surge of cum boiling deep inside my balls.
In a story the guy can last for ages without cumming, and maybe other guys in real life can, but with two hot women giving me a double blowjob I didn’t last that long. I had two or maybe three minutes of this ecstasy then their lips met around my cockhead and I felt two soft, wet tongues glide across my glans. With a shout I started cumming. They were both a little surprised by it and jumped back. Then Louise grabbed my shaft and started pumping it, coaxing as much out as she could. My cum spurted out, landing on the bed, on my stomach, and finally running down my shaft onto my balls.
When I opened my eyes they were both looking at me, satisfied grins on their faces.
“My God,” I said. “You two are fucking hot.”
Louise giggled a little and Abby moved up to lie next to me, so her breasts were crushed up against my chest.
“I’m so glad we’re doing this,” she said. “It feels good.”
“Damn right it does,” I replied, reaching over to run a finger over her still erect nipple.
She said: “Are you happy about it, Louise?”
Louise was still between my legs, watching my cum drip over my balls. She looked up and nodded. “Yes. Yes I am.”
“Do you want to go further?” asked Abby.
Louise nodded, looking intensely and seriously at Abby.
“Cool,” said Abby. “What do you want to do?”
Louise looked over to me, then back at Abby.
“I really want to squirt like the characters in his story.” She looked down at the bed, as if ashamed by this confession.
“Me too!” said Abby straightaway. “God, who wouldn’t? It sounds amazing!”
“It is,” I said. “But I’ve only ever been able to do it with one woman. It’s not easy. You’ve got to be really relaxed.”
“Can we try though?” said Abby. She was resting on her arms looking intently at me. “I want to try. Come on.”
I laughed and nodded. “Sure. I’m up for it. But please don’t be too upset if it doesn’t work.”
Abby was already standing by the bed stepping out of her jeans. Her legs were smooth and tanned. They were a little chubby, but not too much. She was now just wearing lacy panties.
Then I remembered that Louise wasn’t wearing anything under her dress. I sat up and reached down to pull her up to me.
“Come here,” I said, and as she climbed up my body I pulled her silky dress from her body. All of a sudden she was straddling me and we were both naked. I could feel the heat and wetness from between her legs on my stomach, and I looked down to see her sparse golden pubic hairs, and her long slender pale legs.
Abby said: “You are so beautiful, Lou. I wish I had a figure like your’s.”
“What?” said Louise. “No way! You’re gorgeous. Just look at those tits.”
“You’re both absolutely stunning,” I interjected, feeling a sudden urge to get both girls naked and on the bed. “And I’m going to make you both cum so many times you don’t know where you are.”
As I said that I lifted Louise up and, spinning round, I placed her beneath me on the bed. My cock was starting to rise and as I reached up to kiss her lips it brushed against her wet pussy. We both felt it and looked at each other before kissing deeply.
Then I got up and reached for Abby’s hand. She put it in mine and I pulled her onto the bed, so she was lying next to Louise. I knelt between her legs, running my hands along her calves and the inside of her thighs. She turned her face and began to kiss Louise while I hooked my thumbs inside her panties and then slid them down.
She was completely shaved and as I ran a finger along her pussy lips they parted easily to show me her glistening folds inside. She broke away from her kiss to say: “I shaved this morning. For you. Do you like it?”
Louise looked down and said: “That looks really cool.”
I didn’t answer. I just nodded towards my cock, which was now sticking up at forty-five degrees and was crowned by a purple, throbbing head.
“I guess he does,” said Louise.
Right then there was nothing I wanted to do more than lean forward and plunge my cock into Abby’s wet pussy. But I’d promised I’d try to make them squirt, and experience had taught me that the only way to do it first off was with fingers and mouth.
So, I edged backwards and lowered my mouth to Abby’s pussy. I licked the length, revelling in my first taste of her, and in the smoothness of her skin. After running my tongue and lips over the whole of her pussy, and around the edge of her hole, I found her clit with my tongue and started licking it up and down.
Her breathing had become heavier, and her moans were silenced only by Louise’s lips pressed against her’s. Then I looked up and saw that Louise was offering one of her nipples to Abby’s mouth. The brunette licked it and I licked harder on her clit, starting to suck a little too. She wrapped her calves around my head and pulled me into her, crying out my name, and bucking her groin towards my mouth. I gently slid two fingers into her hole, and took her clit between my lips sucking it hard and she came, thrashing about on the bed, and covering my face with her sticky wet girlcum.
I kept two fingers in her and moved my head between Louise’s legs. While Abby’s breathing returned to normal I began to give Louise the same treatment with my tongue and lips. I marvelled at how different the two girls tasted. It was a similar taste, and both were equally pleasant, but Louise had a stronger, kind of sweeter taste.
At first she didn’t react much. She seemed tense and I was getting worried. But then I began to move my tongue sideways across her clit, rather than up and down, and the effect was electric. She lifted her hips clear of the bed and let out her breath in an explosive burst. I carried on rubbing across her clit and looked up to see her head tossing from side to side, her blonde hair strewn across her face and her nipples jutting upwards.
With my left hand I was gently caressing Abby’s g-spot. It had taken a while to find it, but once I had she’d begun to make appreciative noises. I was now stroking it with two fingers, while she rubbed a finger over her erect clit. I gradually increased the pace of my rubbing and her cries became more urgent.
Both girls were writhing about, one on my fingers, the other on my tongue. The sight of Louise’s cherry pink nipples jiggling about on top of her breasts was too much to resist and, keeping sweeping my tongue across her clit, I reached up with my right hand to squeeze one of her breasts. That was enough to set her off and with a short scream she came, her legs trembling either side of my head and her blonde bush pressing into my nose.
I then sat up and slowly inserted two fingers into Louise. The initial orgasms had been intended to relax them. Now it was time to make them squirt, make them cum like they never had before.
They were both lost in their own worlds, eyes closed, mouths open, hands roaming over their own and each other’s bodies, across breasts, stomachs and legs, and finally into each other’s pussies. Had they looked up, they would have seen me kneeling between them with a raging hard-on sticking up between my legs and two fingers in each pussy.
I was now rubbing quickly and hard against the two rough, walnut-like g-spots at the end of my fingers. They were furiously strumming each other’s clits and locked in a deep kiss. We’d been in this position for over five minutes. Abby had already cum again and both girls were covered in a fine film of sweat. My wrist was starting to ache, and I was beginning to think maybe neither of them was going to squirt. I was about to give up when suddenly Louise tensed up and let out a strangulated cry.
I felt her g-spot expand and push my fingers to the base of her pussy. Then a jet of clear, warm liquid came spraying out of her. It sprayed right past my hand, and a good three foot out of her. The first two jets cleared the bed and landed on the floor. Moving between her legs, I caught the next jet on my face, and then the next one on my cock and balls.
Louise was still writhing on my fingers, twisting sideways and crunching her body together. Abby had sat up and was watching wide-eyed in silence, as Louise squirted all over me, the cum dripping off me to soak the bedclothes.
Finally it subsided. I gently withdrew my fingers and Louise curled up, shaking in a ball.
“Oh my God,” said Abby, looking wide-eyed at me. “That was incredible. Fucking hell. I can’t believe that just happened.”
She looked down at Louise who was still convulsing. “Are you ok, hon?” Louise looked at her, smiled and nodded, but was still shaking.
Abby looked back at me and reached out to grasp my cock. She looked right into my eyes, a serious urgent expression on her face, and said:
“I want you to fuck me, Nick. Fuck me as hard as you can.”
She turned around so she was on her hands and knees and looked over her shoulder at me.
I looked at her tight, round ass and her shaven pink pussy lips and then up, across her curved, tanned back to where she was looking expectantly at me.
I grabbed my prick and lined it up against her hole. I could feel the heat from it, and my balls seemed to be tightening even further, trying to make their own way inside her.
“Please,” she moaned, looking at me through her long eyelashes. “Don’t tease me, Nick. Just fuck me.”
I gritted my teeth, grabbed hold of her asscheeks and thrust forward. With just one thrust I was buried to the hilt in her churning pussy. It was all I could do to stop myself from cumming there and then.
We’d talked about it beforehand and had agreed not to use condoms. They were both on the pill and none of us had had more than one sexual partner in the past year, so we were confident we wouldn’t catch anything. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to cum inside her. I just didn’t want to do it yet.
I pulled back, watching my thick cock slide out of her, till it came all the way out and sprang up. I put a hand on it, pushing it down so I could line it up again and then I slowly pushed back in inch by pulsing inch. Her head was hanging down, her hair on the sheets. She was moaning and panting with pleasure. I was gritting my teeth, trying not to cum. I pulled out slowly, again pulling all the way out, so my rigid cock sprang out of her, and I got a brief view of her stretched hole. Then I pushed back into her and pulled out again and little quicker. Gradually, with each thrust, I picked up the pace. I reached around to squeeze her tits. We were both crying out each other’s names, shouting out as loud as we liked, not caring who heard us.
When I reached down to rub her clit she came instantly. I didn’t let up my pounding in and out of her pussy. She was thrashing her head about, hair flying everywhere, until she was no longer strong enough to support her weight on her arms. She sank forward onto the bed, turning her face to one side, only her ass up in the air. I kept her legs wide apart and maintained my relentless assault on her hole, still roughly rubbing her engorged clit with a finger and gripping onto her asscheeks with the other hand.
I was watching my cock drill in and out of her, but out of the corner of my eye I saw Louise get up and crawl over to Abby. She’d obviously recovered from her orgasm and was now watching us with eyes that were glittering with lust.
When she reached Abby’s head, she pushed the brunette’s hair aside and began to kiss her. This sight seemed to add yet another inch to my cock, and I started shouting that I was about to cum. Abby came again, her tight pussy walls clenching around my prick. Louise moved from Abby’s head to kneel next to me. Looking down at where my cock was splitting Abby in two, she said:
“Go on. Cum in her pussy. Let it go. Now.”
With that she ran a small hand across my sweat-covered chest and pressed her lips against mine.
I exploded deep inside Abby’s body, jet after jet of hot cum splashing against her cervix, while Louise ran her hands over my back and chest, and murmured in my ear: “Oh yes. That’s it. Give her all that cum. Give it to her.”
Finally, I pulled out. My cock was still hard and was glistening with Abby’s pussy juices. I was panting with the exertion of that phenomenal fuck.
Louise reached down and slid her hand up and down my shaft, a mix of my cum and Abby’s juices coating her hand. She gently rubbed my drained balls, and said: “I hope there’s some left in there for me.”
“Oh there will be,” I said, before collapsing on the bed next to Abby.
She didn’t move, just looked at me through a tangle of hair. “Oh my god. I never knew sex could be like that. You are incredible.”
“You’re not so bad yourself, you know,” I replied, smiling.
“I wish I could have squirted,” she said. “That looked amazing, Lou.”
“It was,” said Louise, coming to lie on my other side. “I’ve never cum so hard in my life. It’s like I was being turned inside out.”
“Well the good news is that the night is still young,” I said. Even though my balls were aching I was nowhere near wanting to finish. There were many things I still wanted to do with these two hot women, and looking over at the digital clock by the bed I saw it was only half past midnight and so we still had many hours left.
“True,” said Abby, reaching down towards my crotch. “But, the big question is: are you?”
I laughed. “Ha ha! I’ll be ready to go in no time. Just you wait and see.”
But I was feeling sleepy. I had a warm girl nestled either side of me on a big comfortable bed. Their hair was lying across my chest, and their legs were entwined in mine. My balls were drained, and Abby’s fingers were curled around my flaccid cock. I closed my eyes and smiled, offering a silent thanks to Literotica for helping me get in this situation.
We must all have fallen asleep at about the same time, because the next thing I knew the bedside clock was showing 4am and I was alone on the bed.
I was worried for a second that they’d just left, but then I heard Abby’s laughter coming from the bathroom.
I walked in to find them sat in the bath together. Abby was between Louise’s legs facing away from her, a mountain of foam was covering them, and Louise was running a bar of soap across Abby’s breasts.
My cock sprang to life immediately.
“Hey there sleepyhead,” said Louise.
“Sorry. I can’t believe I fell asleep,” I said running a hand through my hair.
“Don’t worry. So did we,” said Louise. “We only woke up about ten minutes ago. We thought we’d get cleaned up before seeing if you were ready for some more fun.”
I liked the sound of this.
“It looks like he is,” said Abby looking hungrily at my rapidly stiffening cock.
“I’d say I was,” I said smiling. “What did you have in mind?”
“You can choose if you like,” said Louise. “I chose last time.”
I quickly thought through the possibilities while Louise kept running her hands over Abby’s tits, and my cock kept growing bigger and bigger.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” I said finally, “But it’s been a long time since I had anal sex. I’d really like to do that with you both.”
They both looked away.
“You don’t want to,” I said. “That’s fine. No problem.”
It’s just that it really hurts,” said Abby, looking at me apologetically.
“Does it?” said Louise. “I’ve never tried it.”
“God yes. It hurts like……..well, like buggery.”
“Maybe you’ve just not had the right person doing it?” I said hopefully.
“Maybe,” said Abby. “But I’m not really up for it tonight. We’re having such a great time. And there are so many other things we can do.”
“Ok. No problem,” I said. I genuinely didn’t mind that much. Like Abby said — there were plenty of other things we could do. “So, what would you like to do?” I asked her.
“Well,” said Abby straightaway, pausing only briefly to turn and kiss Louise on the lips. “What I’d really like to do is…” She span around so she was face to face with Louise. “Is have a 69 with you, and have Nick join in when he’s ready, anyway he likes.”
Louise didn’t answer. She just grabbed a handful of Abby’s damp hair, twisted it around her hand and pulled her into a deep sensuous kiss.
Once they pulled apart, Abby got out of the bath and I passed her a towel. Louise followed her and after a couple of seconds of drying themselves they walked into the bedroom, Louise pulling me in by my now throbbing cock.
She pushed me down onto the one armchair in the room and went to join Abby on the bed.
She climbed on top of her in a 69 position, and dipped her head down between Abby’s spread legs. I could see her tongue sticking out as she dipped into to the brunette’s shaven pussy, then Abby cried out in pleasure and reared her head up to connect with Louise’s pussy that was spread open above her. I had a perfect view of her sliding her tongue all over the blonde girl’s pink folds, kissing and sucking over every inch, stopping only occasionally to cry out.
Abby focussed her tongue on Louise’s clit, which I could see poking eagerly out of its hood, and the two girls grew more intense, raising and lowering their hips to the other’s lips, using their hands to push the other’s legs apart and to allow them to plunge their tongues even deeper. I sat there, pumping my shaft, watching them grind together, faster and harder, the only sounds now their frenzied slurping and deep grunting, until they reached their climaxes together, both shouting out the other’s names and their hips shaking with release.
It was time for me to join in, so I stood up, my cock in my hand and walked to the bed. Abby’s head was on the edge of the bed, her hair falling off the side. I placed my legs either side of it. She looked up to see me lining my bulbous cockhead against Louise’s pink wet pussy. She watched in silence as I slowly slid inside that tight, hot hole.
“That feels so good,” I said once I was buried to the hilt, my whole prick surrounded by the heat of Louise’s pussy and my balls hanging just above Abby’s mouth.
Louise made a noise of pleasure, then said: “Fuck me hard, Nick. Fuck me”
I pulled all the way out, then rammed it back in. Hard.
“Oh my God,” said Abby. “It looks fucking huge from here.”
It always spurs a guy on to hear how big his dick is, and, at that moment, I didn’t exactly need much encouragement. I pushed Louise’s asscheeks wide apart and began pounding in and out of her with all the strength I could muster. Her whole body shook as I rammed in and out of her, and she was tossing her head from side to side, shouting encouragement at me. Then she bent her head down and resumed eating Abby’s pussy.
I felt a wetness on my balls and looked down to see Abby licking them with her wet soft tongue. “Oh yes! Fuck, that’s good, Abby!” I called out. I slowed down my pumping to allow her to suck one ball into her mouth, then the other, before going back to licking them both.
“Let me suck your cock,” she said.
I pulled my rockhard prick out of Louise’s dripping wet pussy and held it above Abby’s mouth. Her pretty brown eyes looked up at me as she ran her tongue along the length of my shaft, cleaning Louise’s juices off it, and then she closed her eyes to take my cockhead inside her mouth.
I breathed in deeply , closed my eyes, and concentrated on not cumming while she sucked hard. Then she released it, and began cumming herself, bucking her cunt onto Louise’s face and screaming obscenities.
I ploughed my cock back into Louise. I must have had a different angle and hit her g-spot because, as soon as I did, she immediately came and began to squirt again. A jet of cum sprayed out of her, hitting Abby on the cheek. The shock silenced the orgasming brunette for a second, but then she realised what was happening.
“Fuck! Yes!” she shouted. “Cum on my fucking face. Fucking cum on me!”
Louise’s body had gone limp, but I wasn’t going to stop fucking her. Abby was holding Louise’s asscheeks apart while I gripped onto them I slammed in and out of her pussy, feeling my cock rasping against her enlarged g-spot, and the juices squirting out of her either side of my dick, covering Abby’s face and tits, soaking my balls and thighs.
Finally, I couldn’t hold off any longer. My cum came shooting up from my tight balls, along my shaft and burst out of my cockhead, splashing deep into Louise’s spasming pussy. She was oblivious to it, collapsed on top of Abby’s slippery wet body, but Abby could tell I was cumming.
“On my face!” she shouted. “Cum on my fucking face!”
I complied, pulling my dick out of Louise, so a string of cum landed on the outside of her pussy, then the next on Abby’s tits, then the next across her cheek, and the last one in her mouth. She reached up to grab my dick, feverishly sucking it into her mouth.
When she was satisfied there was no more cum left in my cock she released it and started licking up the rest of my cum from Louise’s soaking pussy. I collapsed, rolling onto my side, and lay there trying to catch my breath.
I must have fallen asleep again, because the next thing I knew I was under the covers with both girls lying next to me, an arm each draped over my chest and stomach, and it was getting light outside. Also, my balls were aching.
I lay there smiling, thinking back over the night before. As I went through it, scene by scene, my cock started to stiffen.
I looked at the clock. 7.15. Plenty of time for another round, I thought. But I didn’t want to disturb the two girls. They seemed fast asleep and looked so beautiful.
So, I reached down to grasp my prick, and started tugging at it, picturing the dirty things we’d done the night before.
“Jesus Christ, you’re insatiable!”
It was Abby.
I turned to look at her. She was smiling through strands of dark hair.
“Are you hard again?” She asked.
On the other side of me, I heard Louise make a sleepy sound and roll over.
“Uh huh. Sorry. It’s just I was thinking about last night. It was pretty hot, wasn’t it?”
“Fucking phenomenal, babe. We have got to do this again. Like soon.”
“I’m on for it. Definitely. I hope Louise will be too.”
“God, that was incredible when she started cumming on my face. It was so filthy. I fucking loved it.”
I smiled at her.
“So, you haven’t got to choose something to do yet, have you?” she said. “Louise chose squirting and I chose the 69. We knocked back your anal sex idea, didn’t we?”
“Yeah. It kind of ruined last night for me,” I said, managing to keep a straight face for about half a second, then cracking up.
“Shut up!” said Abby, punching my arm.
“Sorry,” I said, resuming my straight face.
Abby shifted onto her back, leaving the covers down and her 36C tits exposed, pointing to the ceiling. As she moved, I picked up the scent of sex that hung in the room.
“So, what do you want to do, babe? Might have to be just me, as it looks like Lou is out for the count.”
I already knew what I wanted. “Well,” I said. “You have got the most gorgeous tits I’ve ever seen. Maybe I could….”
“A titfuck? Is that what you want?”
I smiled and nodded my head.
“OK. Come on then,” she said, squeezing them together.
I didn’t wait to be asked twice. I climbed up so I was straddling her chest, and placed my now fully hard cock in the valley between her two breasts. Her skin was warm and soft, and when she pushed them together they completely surrounded my prick.
I slid backwards and forwards, leaning onto the wall above the bed for support. The sight of my thick shaft sliding between those full, firm breasts was incredibly erotic and within a few minutes I was close to cumming.
Our activities had woken up Louise and she had shifted over so she was next to Amy.
“Mmm. That looks good,” she said sleepily. “Can I suck it?”
I happily complied, letting my dick slide in between her full, red lips and back out again.
Abby grabbed hold of it and pulled it towards her mouth, her hands grasping at my buttcheeks, pulling me into her.
Then she rubbed my cockhead over each of her erect brown nipples in turn before passing it back to Louise.
“Make it nice and wet, Lou.”
Louise slid her lips over it again and held it in her mouth while her tongue bathed my shaft, coating it in her saliva. Abby watched, pinching her nipples, and squeezing her tits together.
“Oh that’s good, Lou,” I said. “That’s good. Suck it.”
I could feel the cum rising in my balls so I pulled out of Louise’s mouth and placed my cock between her Abby’s tits. I began pumping back and forth, my breath coming quicker with each thrust.
Louise moved up so she was sat up against the headboard, her knees up and her legs splayed. She began fingering herself and urging me on.
“Go on, Nick. Fuck those big tits. Fuck them harder. Go on. I want you to cum all over those nice big tits, so I can lick your cum up from them. I want to taste your jizz on her tits.”
Her filthy talk, together with the sight of her fingers rubbing over her clit, sent me over the edge, and with a grunt I started cumming. It shot out in stringy lines over Abby’s neck, and chest, then I aimed it so there was some on each tit. I sat back on Abby’s stomach, holding my dick, while Louise reached over to Abby’s breasts, stuck out her tongue above one nipple, looked up at me and trailed her tongue along the skin, scooping up my cum as she went. Then she moved to the other breast and repeated the act.
“That is fucking hot,” I said, still holding onto my deflating cock.
Louise was in the middle of licking up my cum when there was a knock on the door and the maid shouted “Housekeeping”.
“Shit!” I said and ran to the door, pulling a sheet with me. With it wrapped around me, I peered round the door and told the maid we’d be out in an hour.
When I got back to the bed I found Abby and Louise kissing each other slowly and deeply. It occurred to me that they must be sharing my cum between their mouths, and the thought made my balls stir once more.
I put the thought away quickly. I wasn;t sure I had any cum left, and anyway it was time to leave.
I told the girls I was going in the shower. They just carried on kissing, absorbed in each other’s lips, tongues, tastes.
By the time I came out they’d stopped and were lying on their sides looking into each other’s eyes.
“You are both so beautiful,” I said, water dripping from my hair onto the floor. They both turned to me and smiled, the smiles of the happily fucked.
We all got dressed and went down for breakfast. Even then no one was uncomfortable. I recognised a couple of the guys from the bar the night before and they looked at me enviously as I walked in with the two girls, all three of us glowing. But between the three of us there was no tension. We laughed and joked like we were old friends, and when the time came to go our separate ways we did so, agreeing that it had been a great experience, and we should do it again soon.
So, that’s the story of how Literotica helped me fulfil one of my greatest sexual fantasies. It was awesome and I’ve got this website to thank for it. I hope you enjoyed reading about it even just a fraction as much as I enjoyed doing it.