I had a lovely threesome once, Part 2.

Here’s Part 1. This was when I really understood where I fell on the sexual orientation spectrum: a little more straight than wholly bisexual, I know now that given the opportunity to have sex with a woman I’ll do it, cuz I do love pussy and the feel of a woman’s body against mine, but I’ll want to have a man around, too.

I groan and Becky smiles knowingly then kisses me passionately. Her hands run all over my body, knead my breasts; her mouth slides over the sides of my breasts and up and over the mounds to capture my hard nipples in her hot, wet mouth.

My pussy is slick and happy to be filled again. I haven’t fucked anyone since the last time I was with Troy and Ryan together. My body is screaming for touch and satisfaction.

Becky climbs off of me and bends her face low to my curls. She carefully avoids getting bumped in the head by Ryan’s thrusts and presses her tongue on my clit. I arch my back and grab the cushions. Minutes tick by. I’m on Cloud 9.

Then we switch around: she lays on the couch with knees apart and I kneel before her. Ryan situates himself behind me and enters roughly. I fall forward onto her shaved pussy. She tastes tangy and female and her slight stubble scratches my tender skin. I push forward and find her nub and start to lap at it with the rhythm of Ryan’s pumps.

His hands grip my hips, my hands grip her small breasts, she grips my hair.

I’m so happy to be here with them. They are so generous, it feels so collaborative. I only hope I’m giving as much as they are.

We switch around again. Ryan takes a spot on the couch and has his girl climb aboard. I’m still on the floor and can see her pussy stretch to take all of him, her dark pink anus a little star in front of me, his darker brown balls an enticing pouch, low hanging fruit.

I duck under and take his sack into my mouth as she bounces on top of him, then sit up and reach around and rub her clit. She moans and leans back against my breasts. Her skin is so unbelievably soft. So different from a man’s. I flatten my fingers and press hard. She rocks into me and on him. My shared goal with Ryan is to make her feel more pleasure.

The music on the TV fills the space as our pants and moans interchange depending on who’s being the center of attention. Sometimes it’s me, sometimes it’s her, sometimes it’s him. There’s no rhyme or reason, but it all seems to make sense.

It’s my turn again to climb on top of Ryan’s gorgeous cock. I slide down, feel it deep inside and start to move. My clit pressed tight against his abs. My arms and chest are heavy and numb and Becky is behind me nibbling on my shoulders and cupping my breasts.

Suddenly, my eyes fly open as I feel her tongue on my asshole and perineum, bold and assured. I guess she’s licking us from balls to anus and back again because he gets twice as hard inside of me and a small yell escapes my lips. They are both fucking the shit out of me.

I stop moving twice because I got overwhelmed. This space I’m in is so heady and lustful. Whenever I get here I sometimes lose steam because I’ve lost myself in bliss. It’s delectable, rich, exhausting. But I come back down and keep impaling myself, keep getting licked and caressed. Keep. getting. fucked.

Once I’ve exhausted myself I throw myself over on the couch and tell them they’re wonderful. They laugh and smile and thank me for saying so. I watch for a few minutes as she fervently sucks his sack and he strokes his pole while idly playing with her clit and tits. I catch my breath and stand up over her and press my breasts against his chest, nibble his shoulder, then bend down and take his cock in my mouth again.

I recall what he liked from before and I do my best. He gently pushes me off of him and Becky sits back on her haunches obediently, her eyes locked on him as his jerking tempo increases.

I kiss her neck and rub her breasts and I hear Ryan lose it as he cums all over her chest. My hand smears it across her silken skin and she and I kiss a final time. Her skin shines in the light from the TV.

We all repose on the couch and Ryan starts channel surfing. We chat amiably. I try hard not to doze, but unsuccessfully. It’s past midnight, so I beg off. Hug them both, say I hope we can do it again sometime and leave.

Driving home I think about how tonight felt. It was fun and easy, but I’m still not so sure I’m the biggest fan on the planet of FFM. Several times I found myself longing for another cock despite Becky’s devoted attention to me — and she is truly devoted and lovely. They made me feel like an equal partner and as wanted as possible and still the lack of cock was not something I could chase from my mind. The lesson here is: I LOVE COCK.

I think MFM, MMF, or MFMF is more up my alley than only one cock in the room.

I had a lovely threesome once, Part 1.

From my archives.  This was one of the two positive FFM threesomes I’ve ever had.  I’d initially met Ryan with Troy for an MMF and then he and I had hooked up just the two of us once also.  Then he hit me up for an FMF with his girlfriend, whom I’d had no idea existed up until that point.  I felt only mildly guilty for pretending not to know Ryan to Becky, but not enough to call the whole thing off.

Also, new writing to commence today, but until then enjoy this old one!

I arrived at Ryan’s apartment exhausted from a fitful night’s rest, but determined to get fucked and to eat pussy.

I’d pretended to ask for directions earlier from his girlfriend, Becky, and so there I was.  On his doorstep.  Again.  About to fake a first meeting.  I wondered if the lie was evident on my face, but took a deep breath and knocked.

Becky was in the bathroom when I stepped in and when she came out my breath was taken away.  She is slight and fit, narrow-hipped with luminous hazel eyes.  After hugging Ryan hello, I quickly closed the distance to her and hugged her tightly.

She and I had been exchanging sexy pics for weeks.  She’s always been swift to reply and sweet and Ryan had spoken extremely highly of her.  I wasn’t disappointed in person.

They were both dressed in their bathing suits, but I was too nervous to just head straight to the pool.  I had a six pack of cheap beer under my arm and so requested that we just chill for a bit.  It was fun and easy, though still weird for me.  And not because I’ve fucked Ryan three times before and we were pulling a fast one on Becky, but because I always get nervous before these things.

A couple of beers in me and I’m a lot more relaxed.  We decide to get more and to go swimming.  I get my stuff from my car and change, then we head down.  Ryan dozes on a lawn chair, Becky and I settle in the water with our beers.  She sweetly compliments my bathing suit.  I try hard not to be intimidated by her youthful figure and instead remind myself that they know what they like and maybe it’s not a perfect hard body (which I very much successfully fulfill).

We talk about expectations and what we like to do.  I share with her a somewhat recent threesome I’d had Lina and Troy and tell her how god awful it’d been; how I’d been left out and ignored.  She assured me that would never happen with her and Ryan.

A couple more beers and we’re all hungry.  We head back upstairs and order pizza.  Ryan goes for another beer run.  Becky and I wait for the pizza guy and continue to get to know each other.

Suddenly I’m tired of waiting for something to happen.  “Hey.  You wanna take a shower with me?”

We laugh because it’s so ridiculous.  We have less than 15 minutes before pizza is due to arrive.

“Sure!” she agrees.  We start the shower and laugh the whole time, get naked and step in.

She’s significantly shorter than me; smaller than me in every way.  Where I am soft and pliant, round and pendulous, she is narrow and tight, firm and muscular.  Soap helps me explore her body and her different angles; her hands fill with my white breasts; water slips over us.  I cradle her head in my hands and kiss her upturned face.  Her lips are so soft, my breasts heavy on top of hers.  I imagine we are quite the sight.

Then we hear the knock at the door.  She throws on a towel and races to the front door.  “You gotta come here, too!!” she shouts with laughter.  I quickly finish my rinse and wrap a towel around me and meet her at the door.  The pizza man is slack-jawed.  Just then, Ryan waltzes in.  We sign for the food, shut the door, and fall over laughing.

We grab our food and sit on his couch and accidentally end up watching a 2 hour movie.  They had  forgone a birthday party that night to keep hanging out with me and so my eye was trained to the clock; I didn’t want to disappoint them.  Ryan repeatedly reassures me that he’s cool just hanging out because they’ve never “met a stranger” before and just had sex immediately, but I’m still determined to get fucked and eat pussy.

And then, once the movie was over, something clicks and the mood shifts.

Ryan gets on the floor in front of me and Becky and slides his hand up my dress to my pantiless pussy.  “Take these off,” he says to Becky and tugs on her shorts and panties.  She obliges. “And this,” and he tugs on her top.

She strips down and turns to me and helps me pull my dress off over my head.

Ryan’s mouth finds my warm and pulsing pussy.  I moan.  Becky’s mouth is on my breasts, nibbling on the tight peaks.  I feel wrapped up in a big, sexual hug.  These people are serious, precious, and lustful.

“Straddle her,” he says to her, and then I can no longer see him as her muscled thighs straddle my hips and her tan lines fill my view.

She leans over and kisses my neck the same moment Ryan slides his shaft inside of me…

(Part 2)