Chapter IX
Two Towers

'Not yet!'

It wasn't me, nor even somebody inside me. It was a voice coming from behind. I saw a shy smile on Breta's face and turned around.

Of course, Lisa - with her strange habit to appear unnoticed. She was gorgeous in the shortest navy skirt imaginable and very high heels.

'Having fun?' she was curious. 'May I join you?'

Breta kept silence. I understood: the decision was - literally - down to me.

'Why not - if you promise to behave.'

'Course I do!' declared Lisa, stepped towards us, and put her hands on Breta's shoulders. Her friend on her turn put hers on Lisa's hips, and they pulled each other closer. I found myself being sandwiched between two towering beauties with fences on both sides. I didn't try to escape though; I loved every moment of the magic capture.

Lisa's breasts - she was in heels - were right at my eyelevel; Breta's chin - she was still kneeled - slightly higher. It was a tough choice, I must admit, the sweetest hard choice in my life. Finally, I decided to take it all: I embraced Lisa's hips and Breta's shoulder and pulled them even closer. They didn't resist, they moved readily, bent down by different ratio, and kissed me simultaneously on both cheeks. I was in the seventh heaven!

I really was - a second later, when Breta rose on her full height, holding me under my armpits, and Lisa stretched up supporting my bottom. It was completely new experience - alike unforgettable!

Once being levelled with Breta, I couldn't help but started kissing her again, and immediately Lisa declared, 'Hey you two, I fancy my piece of cake too!'

'What's the problem then?' I didn't forget her words yet, 'you've got a pair of nice lovely breasts down there!'

'And something more!' with these words Lisa moved her supporting hand a little forward and grabbed my manhood. 'Maybe it's a bit too much pleasure for such an arrogant person, but I suppose, after all you deserved it. Right, Bret?'

'Sure he did,' Breta looked down at her friend and added with concern, 'but he's right, my boobs are also worth a rub or two...'

Girls behaved badly. And I liked it. Breta still held me high in the air; Lisa's hand massaged my crotch while her lips passionately sucked Breta's tits. My excitement rose so much that I already worried about possibility of uncontrolled explosion, and even felt relief when Breta said, 'Guys, you're both fantastic, but I'm not a weightlifter after all. Let's try something else!'

She put me down and sat on sofa. 'J, come here,' she moved her legs slightly apart, and I stood between them 'Excellent! Lisa and you sit down next to me.'

'What's in your mind, I wonder,' Lisa obeyed with curiosity drawn on her face.

'Don't know yet, but finally I have J's face higher than mine without carrying him.'

That was true: the sofa was very low, and I was now taller than Breta. Her knees, however, reached all the way up to my hips. Lisa lied down with her leg dangling from the other side of sofa and put her head on Breta's laps. As if it was her turn, Breta was softly caressing her friend's boobs.

'Soo good,' murmured Lisa. 'J, sweetie, could you please get a drinks for us?'

When I returned to the lounge with cocktails and fruits on a tray, I saw something I had feared to see. Busy with petting, girls didn't even notice my presence. I just stood there with the tray in my hands, watching a real life erotic show. And erotic it was; my excitement grew again, but this time it was a kind of hopeless excitement.

I took a glass and swigged - inadvertently loudly. Lisa looked at me; she seemed to be surprised. 'Now she'll ask what am I doing here,' I thought upsettingly. 'What an embarrassment - I'm one too many in my own room...'

'What are you doing there?' asked Lisa. 'Now you don't have to reach up, so what are you waiting for?' and she made an inviting gesture. And Breta presented me the most encouraging smile.

That was enough. A moment later, I was luxuriating on the sofa between two the loveliest tall - beyond tall should I say - girls in the world who kissed and hugged me fondly.

'To be honest, I thought that you didn't want to be disturbed,' I whispered. 'You looked so absolutely happy.'

'We were happy,' said Breta. 'But now even happier.'

'But you're right,' added Lisa, 'we didn't want to be disturbed... this way,' and she pointed at big wet spot on her skirt. Jumping on sofa, I forgot about the tray and spilled drinks all over the place. Nobody cared though.