Visitors To My Sick Bed

by Holley

Honestly I hadn't been feeling too well for a little while now and mum had suggested that I go back to bed to rest. That had been a fine idea or it had until she'd come into my bedroom with the cordless phone in her hand telling me that there was a girl on the 'phone wanting to talk to me. Mum said she'd told her that her name was Anne and just the mention of her name made me sit up and take notice. You may have guessed that I couldn't get hold of the 'phone quick enough.

Waiting for mum to leave the room I'd put the 'phone to my ear and in my excitement I'd near choked as I'd said “hi Anne.” She'd given me a little chuckle and told me that she and Sybil were coming over to see me. When I told her I was in bed she'd said “how nice, don't move from where you are.” I didn't know where they'd rung from but it was only a little while before they arrived. Both of them were wearing skirts, very short as young girls do not expecting that anyone would want to look at their panties, but I wanted to look at their panties and well they knew, or at least Anne did. I'd desperately wanted to see them.

When they'd arrived mum had brought them to my bedroom and as she'd left Anne had turned and locked the door. With that they'd both come across to the bed and given me a kiss. Nice kisses and because I wasn't wearing a bra I got a nice little feel on the bare flesh too. You might have wondered how they got to touch my breast but I'd been wearing a very nice nightdress, I'd changed when they said they were coming. That one had been very nice lace from practically the waist up so they'd had no difficulty in seeing me but in addition to the laciness of it, the cut had been quite low and lots of breast was exposed. You might have guessed by now that a certain woman, my aunt Cecilia, had bought it for me but it had sat in the drawer since Christmas just waiting for a suitable occasion to wear it. I'd been intending to save it for her to see but I thought after the last couple of days with Anne and Sybil she wouldn't mind.

We'd chatted about what we were going to do when we went back to school and whilst we'd chatted they moved to sit crossed legged on the bed. My eyes had moved to focus on their panties and wearing such short skirts they'd been showing a good deal of those pretty little items of clothing. Anne had been wearing pale blue and Sybil white. Both of their panties had been decorated with a floral pattern and I couldn't help but notice that Sybil's panties had a little blue bird right above her crotch. Anne, that observant little girl, had noticed my eyes focusing on Sybil's panties and she'd reached across and pushing Sybil back on the bed she'd reached up and eased her panties off her bottom. I had noticed a little damp patch on them but when Anne got them off I could see a pretty little smear of some moist substance round her pussy. Oh my goodness, I couldn't take my eyes off Sybil's pretty little pussy. Anne had noticed of course and she'd moved up the bed to be sat alongside me; that had given her the opportunity to ease one of my breasts out of my nightie. No permission had been sought but that's the kind of girl she is, she takes what she wants without any discussion. She'd taken it so that she could sweep her hand from under the swelling and then over it but having paused on my nipple before moving over the swell. She'd come back and taken the nipple in her hand stretching it away from my body and at the same time she'd invited Sybil to move up the bed too. During that time, when she hadn't been kissing me, she'd kept her mouth close to my ear telling me what was going to happen to me and oh yes, what she'd proposed was precisely what I wanted.

So there I was, Anne holding my nipple and stretching it away from my body until such time as Sybil came to take it in her mouth. It had been almost as though Anne was milking me into Sybil's mouth and as I'd opened my mouth to gasp at the pleasure they were giving me Anne's pretty little tongue had slithered it's way in. If I'd ever known more pleasure recently I couldn't remember it but whilst I had the distinct pleasure of a tongue in my mouth and a nipple in another girl's mouth the bed clothes had been drawn back and hands, I had no idea who's, were at the gates to my pussy. Did it make any difference to me? Of course not but I was worried in case my mother came back to the bedroom but Anne soothed my nerves reminding me that the door was locked.

As the hands had searched for the way inside my panties and I'd wriggled to give them the opening I wanted them to have I'd fallen back on the pillow and as I'd fallen Anne had spread my hair out on the pillow. I'd felt hands around my pussy first almost being inside me but being withdrawn before anything really serious happened. Then, yes, a hand was making its way inside me. From the length of the fingers I guessed it had been Sybil's hand but it withdrew and when something entered me again there had been two fingers. By then I'd been stretched out flat on my back with my legs as far apart as I could get them. To continue with the kissing Anne had lowered herself with me and as each kiss ended she'd moved her mouth close to my ear asking me if I'd enjoyed being with her and Sybil and being able to see her fucking Cecilia as Sybil had done the deed to me. The thoughts of what had happened to me then had brought immediate relief to my poor pussy as I'd orgasmed on their hands. But it wasn't over and there was to be no rest as they continued with the pussy torment and Anne's whispering torment about being with Cecilia and did I want to be alone with her again. Of course I do but there are lots of other women and now girls that I'd like to be with and in the not too distant future.

But, just at that moment I had no thoughts of Cecilia, or anyone else, in my mind but Anne persisted telling me that she'd been with her the previous day, the day when I'd first taken to my bed. Apparently during the course of the session with Cecilia, who'd been thrusting her pussy at Anne's mouth, she'd told Anne about the way I'd ogled that other lady, Sadie. If you recall I'd gone around the table and kissed her before Cecilia had ushered her out of the door. Cecilia and Sadie, and also myself knew that I'd fancied her and that one day soon I'd get together with her for more than just tea and cakes.

But I'm rambling on about something that was really of no importance just then, I'd taken myself back to the scene where I was prostrate and I wouldn't say I'd been getting fucked, it had been more like being teased for their pleasure. Yes, fingers had still been in my pussy but moving so slowly and each time it had looked as though I was going to 'cum' they'd stopped and the girls had concentrated on something less likely to take me over that edge that I'd so dearly wanted to surmount. Anne had started with her kisses again, that being given her total concentration, and Sybil, this learner who was learning fast, was gently sucking at my nipple. What had I been doing? To the best of my recollection I'd been whispering to both of the girls to make me 'cum' only to be totally ignored until I'd begged them to do something for me.

Knock, Knock. Oh fuck; it had to be my mother at the door but it was Anne who called out to her as calmly as you like, how could I have answered, stretched out as I was with my legs so far apart and deep in sexual oblivion. Anne had asked her what she wanted and when mum had asked if we needed drinks Anne had said no, she's dosing. With that my mother had gone away but it had been a close escape and I'd been so close to orgasm that I'd thought if Sybil even withdraws her fingers from my pussy it would have been enough to make me 'cum'. Once my mother had gone Sybil had taken it on herself to really go to town on me and trying to keep me from rolling around the bed Anne had lay on top of me as Sybil had driven her fingers as deep into my pussy as she could.

As Anne had felt my body stiffen ready to let go my feminine juices she'd clamped her hand over my mouth so if I'd made any noise she'd have been able to smother it. I'd certainly given her a bumpy ride as my body had convulsed and at the same time I suspect that I'd almost jammed Sybil's teeth down her throat.

Sybil's face had appeared at the side of Anne's and oh what a sight, 'cum' was smeared across her face and both Anne and I had to laugh. We all joined in enjoying every second of the situation but I surprised them, and myself, when I felt another orgasm welling inside me and realising what had been about to happen Anne had stuffed her hand over my mouth again. My body must have been satisfied for the time being because I'd flopped back onto the mattress gasping for air.

As Sybil had moved I remembered that she wasn't wearing panties, they were lay on the pillow at the side of my head where Anne had put them earlier. That pretty little pussy and bare arse were quite clearly displayed for me as she moved back to where she'd been sat cross legged before our most recent adventure. “Sybil”, I'd said, “please cover yourself up” only to be greeted by a big smile as her legs had opened even further and to make matters worse the leader of the pack, Anne, had drawn back Sybil's skirt and exposed everything to me. Not content with where they had me Anne had laid Sybil's little panties across my nose so I could smell her musty aroma. I must have looked so damned aroused because they'd been smiling like two Cheshire cats.

Anne had taken control of us and sat me up with the pillows behind me and ordered Sybil to stand over me so I could eat her pussy. I'd have loved to have been able to say that as I'd licked and sucked at her Anne had let me finger fuck her too but Anne's not like that. She doesn't do what other people want her to do, rather the reverse is true, we do what she wants us to do and she just played with Sybil's backside until such time as I took her shower on my face. Oh, it was lovely; I'd enjoyed every minute of it and when Anne wiped my face with Sybil's panties and ordered me to put them on knowing that they were soaked I'd been in heaven. Putting the panties on though was not quite so simple, they were very tight but Anne persisted pulling and tugging until they were in my crotch and probably because of how tight they were, I had another little squirt into them. Soon, Sybil was putting my panties on at Anne's instructions and we had both been in a pair of soaking wet panties. Anne searched in the drawer for a pin to fasten my panties on Sybil because of course they were a little too large for her.

As a finale, Anne had sat us both on the side of the bed and kneeling down between us she'd kissed both of us on the pussy. Fuck, it had been almost time for another “cum”. Anne had unlocked the door and without a backward glance they'd left.

Shortly my mother had come into the bedroom and said “they seem like two lovely girls” and how could I disagree. When she went out of the door I got out of bed to stand in front of the mirror to check my appearance especially around the panties where Sybil's were just about cutting me in half but it was such a sensuous feel that I promised myself I'd wear them for the rest of the day.

Usually after sex, especially sex like that, I wash myself down to get rid of the 'cummy' smell but I didn't bother just then, I'd just basked in the glow of after sex and the wonderful wet feeling between my legs. Oh, by the way as I'd sat back on the bed the fluids in the panties had spread round to my bottom so I was wet in both important places. The only thing missing as far as I was concerned was that neither of them had 'cum' on my breasts, but hey, I couldn't have everything could I? When a nearly fifteen-year old girl is fucked by two ten-year old sweeties like that there is no room for complaints.

I'd got back into bed and lay there with what I presumed would have been called “a far away look” in my eyes. I'd been dreaming, not asleep, but as I suppose most of you know just letting your mind wander can be so pleasant. The phone was still on my bedside table and it had startled me when it rang. Picking it up and answering in my usual fashion, I always give the number to the caller, the voice replied quite naughtily that it had been a nice fuck and had I enjoyed it. It was Sybil, not Anne as I would have expected, and she'd gone on to describe in detail precisely what they'd done to me. Honestly, most of what she said to me went straight over my head, had I been in such a sexual delirium that I hadn't realise what had gone on? That detailed description of the loving session had me aroused again and, realising that, or it was Anne that had realised it, they'd hung up the phone and left me to finish off the job they'd started on me. Just before they hung up I'd heard them both chuckling at my situation. I thrashed my pussy unmercifully and after a very satisfactory orgasm I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up my mother was sat on the side of the bed wiping the perspiration off my face and from around my pussy. Although she commented on the perspiration she didn't offer any comment about my soaking pussy that was there for her to view, nor did she offer any comment about the tiny panties I was wearing. She's the soul of discretion but of course you couldn't fool an older woman like my mother, she definitely had to know what had transpired in my bedroom that morning.