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Here's a revision my first story, which features Phil, Lisa and Nicole.
It's the first in the series, so you might want to try the whole series

The Phil, Lisa and Nicole Series
1. "Housewarming Party"
2. "Sunday Lunch" (coming soon)
3. "Physical Education"  (coming soon)

Comments can be sent to either of these
two addresses
kce63@dial.pipex.com
marky92@hotmail.com

**Disclaimer
This story is of an adult nature, and is intended for people over the 
age of 
18 (in the UK at least).  If you are not old enough to read this in your 
country, then don't.  It as simple as that.  Same goes for people who 
are
offended by this type of material.  No-one if forcing you to read it,
if you don't like it, don't read it.

**Special note
I'm English not American, but still, with the bombardment of American 
images
that we receive in this country on TV and in films, I can't help but use 
some 
American terms from time to time.  It's not my fault, blame the media!!!
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Housewarming Party
A Phil, Lisa and Nicole Story
by marky
(c) Copyright 1998 marky

Phil Jones was in advertising.  He'd joined a large nationwide firm 
straight out of university.  He had started at a regional office in 
Leeds, dealing with small campaigns in England's North-East.  That 
was three years ago.  He was now 24 and the firm had moved him to the 
National headquarters in London.  They considered him to be their 
most promising new talent, and had offered him an unresistible 
package to leave his family and friends and make the move south.  
They had found him what seemed to an ideal place to live in London's 
fashionable Knightsbridge, and his brand new MG sports car in the 
drive was part of the deal.  Even though he was going to miss Leeds 
and knew no-one in London, he would have to have been a fool to turn 
it down.
He was a handsome young man, six foot tall, cropped blonde hair and a 
firm, muscular body.  He worked out regularly, and swam a few miles 
at least twice a week.  Back in Leeds he also used to like to party.  
He'd often stay out until dawn, dancing and drinking.  However, even 
though they were easy to get hold of, Phil never touched narcotics.
He was a ladies man.  At university he'd made love with too many 
girls to count.  Since starting work he'd calm down a little, and had 
several long term relationships.
One of the attractions of London for Phil was it's reputation as a 24 
hour city.  He was looking forward to all night parties with 
interesting people.  About a week after moving into his new flat, 
Phil decided to throw a house warming party.

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The party was swinging.  Phil had invited everyone he knew, and just 
to make sure no-one complained, everyone in the apartment building as 
well.  It was a small building, only 10 apartments, and being new in 
town, Phil didn't know many people.  Still, those who had come had 
brought friends with them, and there was a healthy crowd enjoying the 
fun.  The music was loud, pumping from the speakers of Phil's 
expensive new stereo system, and everyone seemed to be having a good 
time.
Apart from the buildings' residents, the other people at the party 
were from Phil's new office.  There were many couples, and quite a 
few single men.  Single women were, as usual, few and far between.
As with any party, the men all congregated in the kitchen, while the 
women stayed in the lounge, dancing and gossiping.  The furniture had 
been pushed to the side of the room to create a makeshift dance 
floor.
Phil tried his best to move between the two rooms, but inevitably he 
stayed with the men.
"So how do you like London Phil?" asked one of his colleagues, can of 
beer in hand.
"Great," said Phil, "and it'll probably be better when I've made a 
few friends to party with."
"Have you met Lisa and Nicole yet?" said a man from one of the 
apartments in the building.
"No.  Who are they?" said Phil.
"They live just across the hall, surprised you haven't met noticed 
them, they're hot."
"Oh those two." said Phil, "I knocked on there door yesterday to 
invite them to the party, but I don't think they're here yet."
"They'll be here.  If you like to party, these are the girls to 
know."

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Lisa was a newly qualified teacher, straight out of Oxford 
University.  She was five foot five, and weighted just over seven 
stone.  She had long wavy blonde hair, and a face that was so cute.  
Many people thought Lisa could model, if only she was taller.  Her 
athletic figure was admired by men and women alike, and Lisa liked to 
show it off.
Nicole was a complete contrast to Lisa.  She stood head and shoulders 
above her at six foot, and her hair was brown and cut into a neat, 
short bob.  She too kept herself in good shape, but wasn't as trim as 
Lisa.  Not many people were as trim as Lisa.
Neither girl could have afforded to live in the building alone, but 
they were good friends at university, and opted to live together.  
They loved to party, and were known in the area for getting invited 
to all the best bashes.

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There was a knock on the door, barley audible above the music.  Phil 
answered the door, and was stunned by the sight of Lisa and Nicole 
standing in front of him. Lisa wore a short, tight red party dress 
and matching high heels.  Her long, wavy blonde hair cascaded down 
over her shoulders.
Nicole had on a blue halter neck dress, which barely contained her 
ample breasts, and showed off long tanned legs.  They greeted Phil, 
and each gave him a little peck on the cheek before entering the 
room.  Lisa pulled a bottle of champagne from behind her back and 
handed it to Phil.
"This is a celebration, I thought this might be appropriate." she 
said.
"Excellent," said Phil, "I'll get some glasses."
He fetched three glasses from the kitchen and brought them back to 
the girls.  Lisa popped the cork form the bottle, and filled them.
Understandably Phil spent as much of the evening as he could with 
Lisa and Nicole.  They talked about London, about Phil's home up 
North, and about the people who lived in the building.  The 
conversation eventually turned to work.
"So what ages do you teach, Lisa?" asked Phil
"Secondary school, ages 12 to 18.  I am a sports teacher."
"Oh, nice.  And what do you do Nicole, you never said."
"I'm a nurse.  I'm in my first year out of nursing collage.  I work 
on the geriatric ward at the moment."
"Lots of old men ogling her all the time." said Lisa.
"Stop it.  They're not that bad." said Nicole.  "What about you Phil.  
What do you do?"
"I'm in advertising.  I used to work at the firms office in Leeds, 
doing local accounts, but a campaign I did a few months ago convinced 
them to offer me the job at the national office here in London."
"What was the campaign?" asked  Nicole.
"You wouldn't have seen it, but it was very popular up North."
"What was it?" asked Lisa.
"It was for double glazing.  It had a busty blonde hanging out of a 
window.  She looked a lot like you actually Lisa."
"Oh, thanks.  I think."
"It was really good.  Sales of double glazing doubled in a month."
"Have you still got the posters?" asked Nicole.
"Sure.  Would you like to see them?"
"Yeah." said the girls together.
"They're in my bedroom,  I'll go and fetch them."
"That's OK.  We'll come with you.  If you don't mind."
"No.  I don't mind.  But my room is probably a mess, so I apologize 
in advance."

Phil led the girls to his bedroom, which was indeed a mess.  There 
were coats all over the bed,  so many in fact that some had fallen 
onto the floor.  Phil did his best to step over all the coats, and 
fetched a framed poster out of his wardrobe.
"This is it!" he said, proudly showing the girls a picture of a very 
busty blonde lady leaning out of an open window.
"It's almost pornographic." said Lisa.
"Maybe, but the company ran a competition to meet the girl.  All you 
had to do to enter was buy some windows.  Sales went through the 
roof.  And it was all my idea."
"You are a clever boy." Said Lisa
"Say Lisa." Said Nicole, "She looks a lot like you."
"Stop!" said Lisa, "You're embarrassing me."
"No, really, she does look like you.  What do you think Phil?"
"Well, yes she does a little.  But Melissa here has a bigger chest."
"Are you sure?" said Nicole, "Lisa does have quite big tits."
"But I can't see them very well in that dress she's wearing.  Don't 
get me wrong, I love the dress, it hugs your curves in all the right 
places, but it's so tight, that your tits have been flattened against 
you."
"Oh," said Lisa, slipping down the straps of her dress, "does this 
help your judgment?"  She pulled down the top half of the dress, 
revealing a pair of perfectly rounded breasts.  They were a golden 
brown colour, Lisa had either recently been on holiday, or on a sun-
bed, reasoned Phil.  There was no tan-line.
"Yes, it does."  Said Phil, "Thank you.  But I still think that 
Melissa's are bigger.  Still, Melissa's are fake."
"Fake?" said Lisa.
"Yes," said Phil, "She had implants.  Not silicone ones, but some 
kind of oil.  They are supposed to feel real, but you can still tell 
the difference."
"How?" asked Nicole.
"Real ones feel ... different."
"Nice, different?"
"Yes, I think so."
"Do you think mine are fake?" asked Lisa.
"I wouldn't be able to tell without feeling them." Replied Phil.
"Well, I'm waiting."
Who could resist an offer like that.  Phil cupped Lisa's left breast 
in his right hand, then did the same with his other hand on the right 
breast.  He gently gave them a squeeze, then weighted them like 
melons in a greengrocers.
"Definitely real." He pronounced shortly.
"Well that's a relief." Said Lisa.
Phil continued to size up Lisa's lumps, then announced suddenly, 
"36C"
"Spot on.  My, you are good." said Lisa.
"Bet you can't guess mine." Said Nicole from behind Phil.
As he turned around, Nicole reached up and unclasped the halter neck 
of her dress, which fell to the floor revealing her sizable assets.
"I notice neither of you have a tan-line." Said Phil as he turned his 
attention to Nicole's newly exposed delights.
"We have a sun-bed." Said Nicole.  "You should come and try it 
sometime."
"Thanks, I will." Said Phil.  He cupped Nicole's breasts as he had 
done Lisa's.  Presently he announced them to be "38D and real."
"That's very good." Said Nicole.  "Where did you learn such a skill."
"Here and there." Said Phil, "but mostly while I was at university."
He returned one hand to Lisa's left breast, and left the other on 
Nicole's right.  Phil stood between them, happy as he had ever been.  
Feeling bold, and gaining confidence from the girls reaction to his 
attentions, he began to work on their nipples, alternately squeezing, 
and flicking them.  Nicole closed her eyes, and tipped her head back, 
letting out a sigh.
"Hey, Nicole." Said Lisa, spotting the bulge that had formed at the 
front of Phil's Levi's, "Look at this."
Lisa slowly moved her hand to Phil's crotch, and rubbed his erection 
through the denim.  She did her best not to disturb Phil's hand from 
its enviable task.  As he felt her hand on his cock, Phil let out a 
moan of his own.

Outside the party was still raging, but everyone was having too much 
fun to notice that the host had disappeared.  In the bedroom, Lisa 
was now kneeling in front of Phil.  He had both hands now on Nicole's 
chest, and there lips were locked together in a kiss.  Slowly, Lisa 
unbuttoned Phil's jeans, one button at a time.  When they were all 
open, she pulled them forcefully to his ankles.  She then took the 
waistband of his Calvin Kline's in her mouth, and eased it over his 
straining cock head.  It sprang into view, almost hitting her on the 
forehead, and she moved quickly to take it between her lips, pulling 
his shorts the rest of the way down with her hands.
This girl was a pro, she circled the head of Phil's cock with her 
tongue then took in the whole rod until his balls hit her chin.  She 
teased him, pulling it out until her mouth was barely touching his 
foreskin and wildly stroking the shaft with her hand.  Then she 
sucked harder and faster, her pretty face full of Phil's cock.
"She likes sucking your cock.  Look at the slut go."  Said Nicole.
She moved away from Phil, and sat on top of the coats on the bed.  
She was clad only in her blue high heels, and matching panties.  She 
took off the panties slowly, throwing them at Phil, then leaned back 
on the bed, fingering her already wet pussy.  Phil watched in 
amazement.  This was a hell of a housewarming party.
"Hey, Lisa." Said Nicole, "Don't bring him off yet.  I don't want to 
have to wait for him to recover before he fucks me."
Lisa took Phil's cock out of her mouth, which he was slightly 
disappointed at.  She was the best cocksucker he had ever met.  
Still, he wasn't too distressed, since Nicole was motioning for him 
to go and fuck her.
"Come on stud." She said.  "Stick that big hard weapon of yours in 
me."
Phil almost leapt onto the bed, his head landing between her thighs.
"Not yet." he said, "I need a snack first."
He worked over Nicole's cunt with his long tongue.  He flicked and 
sucked at her clit, lapping up her moisture.  Nicole grabbed his head 
with her hands, and moaned loudly.
"Ohh," she said, "That feels so good.  Lisa, your not gonna believe 
how good this feels."
Phil began to slide two fingers in and out of Nicole, slowly at 
first, then picking up the pace.  Lisa, feeling a little left out, 
got rid of her dress and panties, and sat herself on Nicole's hungry 
lips.
Phil was enjoying himself immensely, and his cock was harder than it 
had ever been.  He knew it was time to use it.  He sat up, and moved 
his dick towards Nicole's waiting pussy.  As it approached Nicole 
reached down and helped it in.  Once it fully inside her, Phil began 
to thrust at Nicole.  Lisa was still sat on Nicole's face, and she 
looked up at Phil, her eyes glazed.  She took his head in her hands 
and forcefully as he continued to fuck Nicole.
All three of them built towards an orgasm, but it was Lisa who came 
first, letting out a small scream and pushing her pussy down hard on 
Nicole's head.  This was too much for Phil.  His strokes became 
quicker and he lost his rhythm before shooting his load deep into 
Nicole.  This left Nicole as the only one who hadn't cum.

As Phil pulled out of Nicole, Lisa fell forward, landing in the 
classic '69' position with Nicole, and began to eat his creamy white 
sperm out of her.  Lisa sent Nicole into a frenzy, as she lapped at 
her cunt and rubbed her clit.  Nicole was soon having her first 
orgasm.  The two girls enjoyed each other while Phil just sat on the 
floor and watched. He was exhausted.  Even so, the sight of two hot 
women eating each others pussies while sprawled on top of the coats 
on Phil's King size bed, soon had him hard again.  Lisa noticed 
almost immediately.
"Phil, now your ready again, don't you think it's time you serviced 
me."
"Why, of course." Said Phil.  "Anything you say."
He moved around the bed to Lisa ass and waited for Nicole to take a 
rest from her feast.  Then he slowly slid his hammer-hard rod into 
her.  This time he was ready for a real marathon effort, and wasted 
no time, getting into a quick rhythm easily.
Lisa moaned at the sensation, but still did her best to keep Nicole 
happy by licking her clit, and sticking two fingers into her twat.  
Nicole was in heaven, still recovering from the orgasm Lisa had just 
given her.  To repay Phil for his earlier efforts, she used her 
tongue on his balls, as his cock slid in and out of Lisa with a fury.
Eventually Lisa could stand the pace no longer, and came with such 
vigor that she covered poor Nicole's face with pussy juice.
"Oh Phil," she said, "your wonderful.  I always liked Northern 
blokes.  Why don't you stick your cock in my ass.  Please!!" She was 
almost begging him.
Phil had never fucked a girls ass before, but then he had never been 
with two girls at the same time before either.  He figured this was a 
night for firsts, so he took his dick out of Lisa's warm twat, and 
pushed it at the entrance to her anus.  He felt resistance, and it 
hurt a little.  Nicole suggested that he use some of Lisa's cum to 
lubricate the hole.  He did so, and found that he could now force his 
way in.
Nicole turned her attention to Lisa's clit, licking and biting it.  
Lisa was experiencing too much pleasure to continue her assault on 
Nicole's hole, the circuits in her brain were fried.
Phil found that Lisa's ass was so tight, that his hoped for stamina 
soon left him.  With a groan so loud he was afraid that he was heard 
next door at the party, he came inside Lisa's ass, then collapsed on 
top of her.  As he did, Lisa had yet another orgasm, the most vocal 
so far.
Worried that someone might of heard them, the three quickly got 
dressed.  Nicole's face was covered in Lisa's cum, so she had to use 
Phil's on-suite bathroom to clean up.  They all returned to the 
party, and were surprised that no-one had even noticed they had gone.

They agreed that they should meet up the next day, Lisa would cook 
Sunday lunch for them at their place, and Phil could try out the sun-
bed.
Phil never strayed too far from the girls for the rest of the night, 
and managed to get in smoochy dance with both of them.  He was 
disappointed when they both went back to their own flat when the 
party ended in the early hours of Sunday morning.
As people left there were one or two comments about a smell on their 
coats, but no-one could place it, or guess where it had come from.  
Phil went to bed that night a very happy man.  If every party turned 
out like this one, he was going to enjoy living in London.




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