Chapter 4: Spending

We decided we would use about fifteen hundred dollars at the race track, limiting each race to five hundred maximum, anymore might raise suspicions because Jen was the only one old enough to place a bet. Having that settled I made a command decision and suggested that we go shopping. God you'd have thought I'd suggested the cure for cancer. They jumped up hugged and kissed me until I was forced to push them away, "We're wasting valuable shopping time ladies." I reminded them.

That got them moving. Jen carried her laundry (it was still lying on the floor where Vicky had dropped it) into her bedroom and Vicky ran off to see what she could find to put on.

We all piled into the Blue Demolition derby special and Jen drove us out of town to a shopping center that contained, along with a few other stores, a Sears, Roebuck and Co, Coronets, and Woolworths.

Both girls were very tentative shoppers at first, not wanting to spend much money. Jen told me that she was not used to not caring about how much things cost. She'd always had to be careful with her money, and Vicky just never had any money and didn't know how to spend, but after I threatened to do the shopping for them they finally saw it my way. Then having gotten the hang of the shopping game they did pretty good. The bought dresses, skirts, slacks, tops, socks, shoes, underwear, bras (although I did let Jen know she didn't really need that many bras), nylons, sweaters, shorts, and bathing suits, along with a few other miscellaneous items such as make up and what-not. When they couldn't think of another thing to buy the marched me around and forced me to buy a complete new wardrobe for myself. Well. I hated it. They had spent hours trying stuff on and loved every minute of it, after one pair of jeans I was ready to scream. But at their insistence I hung in there and finally at around seven pm we were done. The damage? Well thank God for 1979 prices; everything came to a little over eight hundred dollars.

We loaded everything into the Blue Bomber, which took up not only the entire trunk space but the whole back seat with even some overflow between Vicky and my legs up front and then we drove home.

After three trips up the wall pounding elevator we finally had everything inside the apartment. I suggested that the girls select something from their new wardrobe and then the three of us would go out for a real sit down meal at a real restaurant. You'd have thought I told them we were flying to Paris for Croissants.

Because I knew it would be closing in a year or two we went to the Brown Derby on Vine Street. Dinner was wonderful. The amount of heads my girls turned was remarkable. It may have been my imagination but I swear it seemed that the women were envious, and the men fell in love with them. I felt so proud because all night long both of them hung on me and stole little glances at me with love in their eyes and neither one gave another man even a fleeting look.

When we got back to the apartment, even though it was past eleven pm the girls insisted on giving me a fashion show to show off their new wardrobes. It was fun watching them parade around in their new clothes but it was even more fun seeing them both so happy.

At some point during the fashion show the two of them must have plotted together because after the show they informed me that from now on the three of us would be sleeping in Jen's bed and that clothes were optional.

"I have nothing to say about this," I asked.

"No." they told me together.

I'd heard of worse things in my lifetime, and you might even think the sleeping arrangement my girls had dictated was every mans wet dream, but to be perfectly honest I felt a little apprehensive, I wasn't sure I could make love to one of them with the other looking on, but I figured I'd tough it out.

We went into the bedroom and stripped for bed. Watching my two girls get naked was something to be savored. They were so different from each other and yet both of them had bodies and looks that would make other women weep with envy and men go mad with desire.

Perhaps Jen was feeling some of the same awkwardness I was feeling because after getting naked she slipped into her shorty nightgown before crawling into bed. Vicky on the other hand climbed into bed naked as the day she was born. Me, well I stripped down to my shorts and then crawled over Vicky taking the bitch position in-between the two girls.

Once we were all safely tucked away under the covers Vicky rolled over onto her side and said, "Chicken. Take your underpants off. I might want to play with your thingy during the night."

"Well Jen's chicken too!" I pointed out, "What if I want to play with her big boobs during the night?"

"You two are incorrigible." Jen said with mock anger but she did pull her shorty up over her head and then toss it aside.

"There happy?" she asked me.

I reached over and give her right breast a good firm squeeze then I answered very meekly, "Yes."

Reaching down I stripped off my under shorts and tossed them as far as I could throw them, then looking over at Vicky I asked, "There happy?"

Vicky reached over and wrapped her hand around the base of my cock, "Yes," she answered.

Well fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately I did not have to concern myself whether or not I could perform with one of them while the other looked on, because we were all so worn out from the long day of shopping, dinner, and then later the fashion show that after only a few minutes of touchy feely we were all sound asleep.

Now being a little apprehensive about going to bed with two extremely lovely women is one thing, but waking up with them is quite another thing all together. I awoke experiencing the most delightful feelings. Jen was hovering over my stiff cock sucking it. Her long, silky black hair hung down past her cheeks sprawling across my stomach and groin. She was sucking slowly, with such a light touch that I could hardly feel her mouth. I didn't know how long she had been blowing me but I could tell I wasn't far from going off.

"Jen ... Jen honey..." I said softly warning her, "I'm going to ... I'm going to cum any second now."

She raised her head, smiled sweetly and then asked, "Don't you want to cum in my mouth."

God, right then I wanted that so badly I begged her to let me.

She lowered her head once again and then took my cock back into her mouth. This time however she sucked harder, and deeper, and created a vacuum as if trying to suck the cum directly from my balls with her sweet lips. Oh God it felt so good. So very, very good. She did not stop sucking me even after I exploded into her mouth, and she continued sucking still, while she swallowed, until I had nothing left to give.

Drawing Jen up to me I kissed that sweet, sweet mouth driving my tongue past her teeth enjoying the taste of her even though it was mixed with my own taste. We continued kissing for a long time, with me mauling and fondling her breasts until we were reminded that we were not alone.

"God that was so hot!" Vicky commented rolling over onto my thigh, her legs straddling it. She rubbed her crotch over my leg and said, "Just feel how wet I am down there?"

I ignored her, kissed Jen again and then told her, "Thank you my love. What a wonderful way to wake up."

"You're more than welcome sir," Jen responded, "I'm here to please."

Then pulling Vicky up to me I hugged and kissed her just as deeply as I had kissed Jen. Reaching down I ran my hand and fingers between her legs feeling her wetness and puffy pussy lips. "God you are a hot little sex pot aren't you?"

"Uh huh," She didn't argue, "If we can get it hard again you can cool me off."

"Later," I threatened, "now get off me I need to take a leak."

I got up, relieved my bladder, took a quick shower and then when I was gathering up my clothes I noticed the girls, still in bed, whispering and giggling to one another. Girls I thought to myself, they're acting like they are at a slumber party.

I put on some of my new duds and then went into the kitchen where I put on a pot of coffee and cooked up some bacon, eggs and toast.

A half hour later the girls joined me. They had obviously taken a shower because their hair was still damp and both of them had dressed in some of their newly purchased clothing and did they ever look fantastic.

'You two can't go out looking like that!" I said forcing authority into my voice.

"Why not?" Vicky asked with concern as both girls looked down at what they were wearing trying to puzzle out what I found unsuitable.

"Because," I responded, "we're in Hollywood, and if you two go out looking that good some big time movie producer will see you, offer both of you huge contracts, you'll end up being world famous movie screen sex idols with millions of men lusting after your bodies and you'll drop me like a bad habit. That's why!"

Smiles slowly spread across their lovely faces then they rushed me planting kisses all over my face.

We ate slowly enjoy each other's company. Not having seen any signs of withdrawal symptoms and curiosity having gotten the better of me I asked Vicky how she was holding up.

Vicky shrugged her shoulders, "I guess I wasn't as badly hooked as I thought I was. I don't know, being here with you and Jen I've hardly even thought about it. I sure hope it lasts."

"It will," Jen assured her rubbing her shoulder.

"Jen," I said, "I haven't seen you smoking much either."

"Pretty good huh?" Jen smiled, "I figured if Vicky could do it so could I."

"Good girls," I said holding up a thumb as a sign of a job well done.

After the girls had washed the breakfast dishes, I was still seated at the table having a second cup of coffee and Vicky had run off somewhere when Jen came over and sat down on my lap.

"Sam," she started, "Remember when you were telling me and Vicky about the future and you told us about hair styles, fashion trends and such?"

I nodded.

"Well," she continued, "you mentioned that a lot of the women in the nineties and two thousands shaved between their legs. Would you like me to shave my pussy for you? I would you know. I mean, nobody but you is ever going to see it again. So if you want me to shave it I will."

I smiled then I kissed her on the tip of her nose, "Sweetheart," I said, "the principal reason women started shaving is because swim suits became so skimpy if they didn't shave their pussy hair would be sticking out all over. Someday I'll tell you about thong bikinis."

"Oh," Jen said.

"Yeah," I continued explaining, "It started with what is known as a bikini shave. That's where you only shave along the outer fringe area. There's also something called a bikini wax, where some special wax is applied to a tape backing and then the hairs are yanked out."

"My, that sounds like fun." Jen commented.

"Yeah, but I guess the wax job lasts a lot longer than shaving does so some girls must feel it's worth it. Anyway a lot of men find it nicer and get more pleasure when giving head to women that are shaved, and I've heard that after shaving their genitals some women claim it profoundly impacted their self-confidence, sexual expressiveness, and openness to new ways of increasing pleasure."

"It's settled then. I'm going to shave." Jen said adamantly.

"Sweetheart," I laughed, "your pussy is so sweet and so damned appealing; I'd eat it even if you looked like King Kong down there." I reached under her skirt and squeezed her mound in order to make my case.

"God I love you." She said, "But I think I'll shave it anyway. Will you help me shave it tonight?"

"I will never pass up any opportunity to look at, or touch your adorable pussy my dear, so of course I'll help you."