I turned a first date into a threesome.

Thursday night I met Kevin. He’s 26, 6’2″, has a girlfriend. He’s a ridiculously nerdy fellow with an acerbic sense of humor and quick wit. We “met” on OKCupid weeks ago and our schedules were such that we had to wait for the holidays to pass. He asked me “High or low brow?” when we were trying to figure out a place to meet for drinks.

“High,” I answered.

We drank wine, chatted, and I pressed my calf against his. He looked at me meaningfully.

We decided to go back to his house. I sucked his extremely pretty cock, hot and jutting into my mouth and two fists. He poured me some wine. I took cock-sucking breaks to whet my whistle with the rich, fruity grape, then would dive back on.

He wouldn’t let me make him cum. He wanted to wait. But then, suddenly, we were willing, but not able: NO CONDOMS. So, I backed off some only occasionally dipping down onto his bobbing erection between stories.

“I have an ex lover in town who says she’s never been with a woman before. I think she might be gay. She never seemed to care about my cock.”

“Ok. Call her up. We’ll go to my place.” His jaw dropped. There was a long pause.

“Really?”

“Really.”

And just like that, the ball was rolling.

A few texts later we were all headed to my house (a house filled with condoms). I lit candles and put on Pandora. I realized I was nervous. I’ve had two FFMs in the past. One was a goddamned disaster wherein Troy and Lina left me out. The other was pretty goddamned great and I was treated with respect by that couple and the three of us devoured one another for 3 hours.

What was tonight going to bring? I’d only just met Kevin and the only thing I knew about this girl was that she was half black and half Mexican. I’d refused to look at pics because it simply didn’t matter whether or not I found her attractive. Let’s be honest: I’d fuck her anyway.

Turns out she wasn’t my type, but I loved her attitude. She was in my house less than 5 minutes before she was pants-less and in my bed. She peeled off my clothes and sucked on my tits. Kevin touched us tenderly, not wanting to get in the way of his friend’s first experience. I slid down her softness and spread her knees wide, dipped down. She tasted of pine.

I pulled her skin up with my left hand, her short pubic hair scratching my palm, and buried two fingers deep inside her hot hole. She arched her back as my mouth found her labia. I licked warmly, firmly, pushed my fingers against her opening knowing it’s the stretch that feels so good. I slipped in another finger. She moaned. And I started rocking my face on her pubis.

But the pine… it was odd for me. It distracted me. I won’t lie.

Meanwhile, Kevin had taken off his clothes at my behest. I wanted to lavish some attention on him, but she had other ideas. She flipped me over and without further notice dove down on me. She was awkward, but focused. I felt like something on her bucket list.

She didn’t last long. I lay there wishing she’d let Kevin show her some moves. But it was at this point that I realized the two of us, Kevin and I, were her play things. She wasn’t interested in a group effort; she wanted to get off on us and anything she did to us or with us was for her benefit. I chuckled inside and thought, Ok. Whatever.

When she was through licking me, Kevin gently pushed her to the side and put his cock inside of me. I would have been wet regardless, but the girl’s saliva made certain he had easy entry. It felt good. Really good. But she had other ideas. She pushed him off of me and clamored on top, pinning my hands by my sides beneath her weight; we were pressed tits to tits. She started to hump.

She humped the both of us to her orgasm about 4 times and each time neither of us (the humped) felt much. I couldn’t move, let alone get off. But, this was about her experience and about him getting to watch us, so I played along.

I came twice with my vibe, had to tell her to get off of me at one point because she literally couldn’t let me just be, and helped Kevin fuck her off and on. He’d go soft and say, “Hy, please suck me.” He already knew I could get him hard fast. I did a lot of cock sucking that night for him — and happily so — because whenever he’d get soft she’d complain and make fun of him. I’d look at him with knowing eyes. She also couldn’t help but smack his face. He didn’t like it, but he was patient with her. She was clearly in her own little world.

Finally, I was laying wrapped in my robe on Kevin’s left, she was on his right, and I was lightly scratching Kevin’s groin, avoiding his semi-hard cock. Then I felt it nudge my hand. I kept my nails digging in and cupped his scrotum. His cock surged. “Hy, don’t stop.” That’s when she noticed it and pounced on top of him. “No, you don’t,” he said and he flipped them over, with her beneath him.

I had perfect access to his sack and the base of his cock. As he thrust into her I held my hand against his balls and applied pressure. The perfect reach-around that no mortal could accomplish on her own. He came in 10 seconds and when he was done, he thanked me, not her.

They left and I washed all my bedding. Took a long, hot shower. The pine scent lingered.

I had fun despite the bulldozer that shared Kevin with me. She was eager and really pretty comical in her own sexy way. She’ll never forget me.

I’d do it again in a heart beat and I can’t wait to get that kid all to myself. We have a date for this Saturday.

A 40-something single mother who writes honestly about sex, body image, D/s, relationships, her nervous tics, and how much she loves to fucking fuck. She also likes to show you her tits.

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7 thoughts on “I turned a first date into a threesome.
  1. Wow a great blog from a truly amazing woman. Your encounters leave me with ragging hardons. You have a great attitude and outlook on life. Im truly jealous of every guy you have been with.

  2. I love your stories. In a way they remind me of my mispent youth. A time of sexual freedom a stiff dick and no conscience. If I knew then what I know now.
    BTW her pine scent is not pinesol douce, more likely Teatree oil soap. It has antifungal properties and makes a great dandruff shampoo, athletes foot cure or any other fungal problems you might have……

    Cruel

      1. Well she was a little self centered. Given Kevin wasn’t a big fan of her or her of him who needs her. Her behaviour toward him was abusive given your description of the slap and her comments. Fuck her. Part of me wants to put her in her place but why bother her plunishment is found in the mirror every morning. Still I might have exacted a little revenge cuz I do have a bit of a mean streak at times.

        Still stiff dick no conscious. Anytime you get to have a FFM and at least one of them is into you has to have been a good time.
        To often we worry about whats not important. You had fun no one was hurt. Its when we look for things that aren’t there that we have problems.
        So the question is what are you looking for from all this. That is for you to answer for yourself the trick is asking yourself the riight questions ” What is it youur trying to find ”

        Good Luck and keep posting

        Cruel

        1. She was selfish. The whole thing was awkward, but in the end I found great humor in it. And I enjoyed being a piece of their fantasies. And like I said, I like your pine theory, but I think really it was she’d been wearing tights all night and didn’t do a French toilet before we got busy. It happens. No biggie. It just threw me off my game.

          Ultimately, what I get from all of this, is a hole is filled (no pun intended). I recognize it’s a temporary fix, but I don’t really care. It’s helped me get through a terrible year. I also get to explore the whole of me – something I’d as of yet not done. While this lifestyle can be lonely, I rarely ruminate on it because of the sense of connection and power I have in my own sexuality and abilities. Sometimes I feel like a fucking superhero. Only rarely do I ever feel like a super zero. The trade off is well worth it.

          I call it the toll to cross the Fucking Bridge: sometimes I have really weird 3somes; sometimes young men say young-men-things; sometimes I get treated badly. But over all, I cross the Fucking Bridge so many times without incident and with positive repercussions I’m happy to pay my taxes when they’re due.

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