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.