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My first (and very much unexpected) MMF threesome
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My first (and very much unexpected) MMF threesome  Photo: unknown Black hair in a tight French twist, grey low cut pencil dress framing perfect pushed up cleavage, sparkling green eyes, rouge lips and gleaming white teeth. Her look was immaculate. A nostalgic nod to the fifties or sixties finished off with bright orange jewelry and matching high-heels. The style was complete right into the details. The dress was perfectly fitted and not one hair was out of place. Her make-up meticulous. She looked like a backing-singer for Amy Winehouse or an actress on the set of Mad Men, but here in the middle of this busy pub in Bristol full of drunken patrons enjoying one of the first warm evenings of summer she was most definitely out of place. Perhaps she had come straight to the pub from work or an interview? No this was how she was. She didn’t feel a bit over-dressed, she felt no discomfort. She knew all eyes on the pub were on her and she loved it. This was her style and she owned it. No sooner had G’s and my eyes spotted her (and appreciated the beauty in this mid-twenty something) had we drawn to the conclusion that this woman, with her classical looks and her confidence, would not care to spend time with men like us and we resigned ourselves back to the bar and our beers. It was just five minutes later that from out of the hubbub of the busy pub she had worked her way to the bar and between the two of us. S was her name, and she had us know that it would be un-gallant of us not to offer her a drink. She was out with friends but they had come to bore her and she was looking for fun tonight. It was no sport. There could be no strategy. S was in control of her own destiny. We both fancied her, and we would certainly both flirt with her (if we thought it might help our chances) and if there was even and inkling of one of us taking her home tonight we equally would have been chivalrous for her choosing the one of us over the other – but that seemed wishful thinking. At least, it did then. We drank shots and (thanks to a friend working security at the door of a live venue) we went to a gig and she flirted outrageously. However, the ferocity of these flirtations to both of us would stun us into inaction – as it is so often, when the prize is put on a platter for the taking it can be missed in the foreground in anticipation of the bigger game. Despite the seeming<b> impotence </font></b>of either G or I to turn our words into even a kiss and a fiddle with S it had been riotously good fun, so when she suggested we buy a bottle or two from the all-night booze bin and take it back to hers we both jumped at the chance. So there we were, the three of us sat around her coffee table at nearly 3 am sharing a bottle of wine, and once the laughter had petered out we continued to sit there, none of us yet getting any and each of us nervously waiting for the next move not knowing from whom it would come. A sexual tension existed, for which we were both thankful, but without a clue as to who S had intentions towards neither of us would back down first. With an over-acted yawn and the announcement that now it was her bedtime S broke a slightly long and awkward silence. Decisive action had to be taken. “Urgh. I have so far to go home. Good for you that you live just around the corner G”. He glared at me communicating through his stare (in a way that only good friends who know each other well can do) that he was not amused by my crude and blatant attempt to remove him from the picture so that I could have my way with S tonight. “Don’t worry you can both stay here – as long as you don’t mind leaving quite early. I will have to go to work tomorrow believe it or not.” With just a moment to observe our eyes assessing the sofas for comfort S continued, “stay in my bed – we’re all adults here!” And so as she trotted off to the bathroom to prepare herself for bedtime the two of us hurriedly prepared ourselves by checking the stench of sweat from dancing or alcohol easing through our pours wasn’t too great, splashed water from the kitchen sink onto our faces, and cleansed our breath with half a stick of Wrigley's each. That would have to do. “Unless either of you want to wear a nighty I have nothing for you to wear in bed tonight.” Came a call from the bathroom. “Just get into bed in your boxers – I don’t mind” And so that was exactly what we did. The bed was graciously large and after we both slipped in under the covers we stared at the ceiling in silent contemplation of how tonight we might possibly get some sleep with the beautiful S laying in the bed with us. At the moment when we were dreading the thought of tomorrow’s blue-balls she sauntered back in and looked at the two of us tucked in like Bert and Ernie for the night. She was wearing a minuscule flesh coloured chemise that seemed more apt to arouse than provide comfort for sleeping in. Dainty silk straps over the shoulders held the light low-cut outfit up only a little above the height of her nipples which were un-brassièred and just visible through the vaguely transparent material from which the chemise was constructed. As she made herself busy tidying the room and switching on a dim lamp it was impossible not to appreciate the form of her pert buttocks that were barely (if at all hidden) by the length of the garment. She was wearing no underwear and as she turned to face us it was clear to see the small neat square tuft of hair that marked her pubic mound. Her hair was loose and down to her shoulders and a little beyond. Her face was cleansed of last-night’s make-up bar the moist sheen that betrayed the application of a lip-gloss. Silently I cursed the blood that was flowing to my penis. “Stay cool” I repeated to myself in my head as she leaped onto the bed and walked across the sheets (in full knowledge that either of us if we looked up we would see all that she had to offer) till she got to the top of the bed, in between our heads and shoulders and worked herself down into the sheets between our stiff and startled bodies with me to her right and G to her left. It was with a certain hesitance that I accepted the path of her right hand with its fingers that tip-toed down my abdomen towards the line of my boxers and swiftly into the fly. As she gripped my cock I wondered was G still awake? Would my heavy breathing wake him? My level of kink had never included an un-consented party being so close amidst the throws of passion. It was a sort of voyeurism that did not appeal. But as she expertly maneuvered her hand around my steadily inflating shaft the tunnel vision of sex led me onto my left shoulder to lock lips with the girl. As our tongues danced my right hand gripped her left breast firmly through the nighty before navigating south, passing the horizon of the bottom of her nighty (which was now already bunched up around her stomach) to the gap between her legs where her labia already parted gently guided my fingertips to the moistening run between her clitoris and her vaginal opening. Removing her face from mine she let out the first sigh of ecstasy as middle finger traced a circle around her clit. With her back lightly arched she kicked away the sheets revealing the tangle beneath. She lay on her back facing upwards with her eyes closed and lips parted in deep breaths of pleasure, her right hand slowly working my solid cock through the open fly of my boxers. Propped up on my left shoulder on her right the fingers on my right hand delicately worked the hot flush clit and lips between her thighs that eagerly rubbed between one-another in anticipation of clutching a thrusting body between them. Beyond, on her left lay G, also on his back facing towards the ceiling with his eyes closed and mouth gently open. His hands he had kept to himself, but his boxers were half way down his thighs, his penis fully erect and pointing to the North Star with her left hand clutched around it moving in time with her right hand on me. “Boys. We’ve made it this far when are the both of you going to fuck me like a porn star?” I had never imagined myself in an M-M-F threesome before. I’m straight as a ruler and the thought of another penis being present had before been off-putting or even disgusting. I knew G felt the same. But now with our dicks charged and in the hands of this goddess who led us for some five hours through the warm summer night streets of Bristol the thought of the three of us ending the night this way seemed apt, appropriate, nay hugely erotic. With barely two seconds between S finishing her sentence with “porn star” had G already cast away her left hand and positioned his head between her legs – to a delighted “yes!” from S as his tongue immediately went to work. Raising herself onto her right elbow she beckoned my pelvis up to the head of the bed where she put her lips to the tip of my penis and began to work her mouth down the shaft till she had taken it all to the top of her throat. The three of us locked in writhing ecstasy, S challenged herself to keep my penis well within her mouth even through moans, sighs and gasps of pleasure, every hot deep breath that rolled over my penis bringing me ever closer to the moment of no return. She broke her lock onto me when G’s tongue, hungrily lapping at S’s clit had brought her swiftly to climax with a gasp that rose from deep within her belly. As her face and chest flushed bright red she used her hands to push G’s face down and away from her genitals suddenly raw with sensitivity and sparking with pleasure. S reached into her bedside cabinet and tossed both of us condoms. “Get inside me you brilliant man!” S ordered as she rolled onto her side inviting G to spoon her and enter her pussy from behind.  Photo: unknown Lowering the straps from her nighty to expose her breasts, G slowly inserted his penis as he clasped her left breast. “Ohhhh!” she sighed “ohhhh fuck me!” As he began to move within her feverously pumping his penis in and out her sighs turned to squeals as her vagina urgently adjusted to the depth of G’s thrusts. Grabbing her by the hips he lifted her to her knees and continued to fuck her in a doggy style position. Rising to my own knees I reintroduced my cock to her mouth. I never knew that a tongue could grip before feeling S’s tongue seemingly wrap around my shaft as her mouth moved up and down my cock with every bit of energy given from G behind her. As the spit-roast continued my focus returned to the tingling heat of pleasure mounting in the head of my penis. G dictated the pace and began to thrust faster and faster, till eventually, S could no-longer keep her mouth around my manhood. Screams of pleasure came from her recently unoccupied face. “Whoa there cowboy! Don’t you finish early!” she said to G as I slipped on my condom and switched places. G lay on his back and put a hand in her hair as she sensuously licked her own moisture from his shaft as his head tilted back in pleasure. Changing the pace I screwed S slowly from behind drawing my cock along the roof of her warm cunt with gently rolling thrusts as she gave pleasure generously to G with her mouth. “I have an idea” S told me as she arched her back up to grab the nape of my neck and bring her head up to mine. With a kiss I withdrew as S re-positioned herself up on G’s abdomen and teased his cock with gently gyrating of her hips. Leaning over she reached for a drawer in her bedside unit and took out a pretty pink bottle of anal lube. Lowering herself over G’s waiting cock with an audible exhale she looked flirtatiously over her shoulder at me. Biting her lip she began to lube her butt with the lubricant from little pink bottle as I found my place behind her in the mess of legs on the bed. Putting a little pressure on her ass with the head of my penis I take the lube and begin to drizzle more over her anus and the shaft of my cock. “Please be gentle” S pleaded with me over her shoulder with a playful tone in her voice. Leaning forward over G she begins to kiss him as I apply a little more pressure. Slowly my penis inches into her ass as S screams “oh my God!” to a volume that should have woken her neighbours. “I have NEVER had a D.P. before and it feels FANTASTIC! Ohh fuck me! Fill me up with your cum!” Her tight asshole felt incredible, but what I had not anticipated for was the sensation of feeling another man’s penis on the other side of just a thin piece of flesh. As I moved like a piston, in and out of her butt I was empowered by the notion that I, from my position controlled the motion of this intimate tangle. As I pushed forward her pelvis was launched up G’s dick and back down as I came back. I will only ever be able to imagine the sensation experienced by S as two cocks alternately plunged into her holes – a sensation she vocalised with deep screams of pleasure throughout! Tugging at her hair as I moved in and out of her deeper and deeper, slowly, harder and harder, pulling at it like it was a bridle I feel the heat mounting on the other side of a wall as both S and G reach ever closer to climax.  Photo: X-art Editing: akindofintrigue I can’t remember which one came first, but they both did – loudly. Collapsing on top of G, S was weak with the awesome rush of pleasure that took control of her body in the whiplash of sensations that ricocheted throughout her. With G unable to move he had cum deep inside of her pussy which was now leaking with their combined juices. I quickly re-positioned myself with my legs spread out behind me supported by my arms in a sort of plank position and with my lower back curled around S buttocks I began thrusting into her faster and harder until I too, filled with the heat of passion in the helmet of my cock came violently deep within her. |
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Thank you for sharing!! That's one of my deepest fantasies... great read. Thank you
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