The Delilah Experiments: The Threesome [FMF]

“You better destroy her tonight,” she said, “and I better hear all about it.”

I wasn’t at all surprised to hear these words. In fact, I was kind of surprised that it took this long. They came from Darla, Delilah’s best friend, as we watched Delilah tear it up on the dance floor. An hour earlier, they had been the first out on the floor together. All night, Darla kept complimenting how Delilah’s boobs looked in the amazing floral dress that she’d gotten. They’d joked for the last several months about experimenting together. Delilah told Darla every last detail about our sex life and even showed her these stories and the pictures that we sent each other.

If anything, the comment was long overdue.

“I’m sure she’ll tell you everything,” I smirked, thinking about how fucking lucky I was to have Delilah in my life. I haven’t written much about it, but she’d really been an amazing partner over the last six months. I’ll probably get into that in a different tale though.

The party was amazing. The three of us danced, drank, and talked the whole time, intermittently including other friends and trips outside, never really being apart for more than a few minutes. The entire time, I kept catching Darla checking Delilah out. At one point, she told a story that involved someone grabbing someone else’s thigh, and grabbed Delilah’s for emphasis. For her part, Delilah was, I think, nervously flattered. It was either here or shortly before that Darla had seriously brought up the idea of them sleeping together, but it ended up being one of those “you’re too good a friend to risk it” kind of things. That being said, they were both clearly enjoying the flirtation.

When Delilah and I were alone, we could barely keep our hands off of each other, although that was hardly new. We’d snuck into a few dark corners and teased each other mercilessly, her biting my lip and rubbing me through my pants, me kissing down her neck and pulling up her dress.

By the time the party ended, six, seven, or eight drinks at the open bar had us pretty giggly. We stormed a friend’s car, six of us crammed together in the back, with Delilah on my right and Darla laying on top of us. Delilah and I kept up our game of teasing, my fingertips subtly shifting up her thigh and her shooting me devious glances. I knew I was getting hard and felt that Darla was probably feeling it beneath her, but at the same time, I kinda thought she’d understand.

At some point Darla produced one of those springy hair clips and, through a conversation I didn’t hear, guessed it would feel good on someone’s nipples. She squirmed on top of me to try to get it on Delilah’s before giggling and turning away from us (to the open street none the less) to try clipping it on her own.

“Gah! Yep, yep, that definitely feels good!” she squeaked and laughed.

At our friend’s apartment, while everyone else was smoking, Delilah curled up with me on the couch and I smiled. We talked about the night, about our friends, about school. I was happy. We were happy.

I wasn’t around for it, but I was told later on that at some point around here, Darla bit Delilah pretty hard, which, thinking back, seemed like a clear indicator of her intentions.

A little while later, we came back home with Darla in tow. For a while now, she’d been talking about how she was going to listen to us have sex in the next room, which was actually just factual. I guess Delilah thought it was a joke, but she’s become a screamer since meeting me, and I’m not very quiet myself. There was no way we weren’t going to fuck each other’s brains out tonight, and there was no way the Darla wouldn’t hear every single detail of it. I figured she’d gotten the details from Delilah before, she’d read the stories, she’d seen the pics, what was the harm in her hearing us?

In bed, with Darla on the futon just outside, Delilah and I talked the night over, smiling and giggling to each other, all the while we were subtly teasing each other beneath the covers. Her fingers trailed down my chest, mine made patterns up her spine. Shivers and nerves built, and pretty soon we were attacking each other, letting the built up tension take over.

I dragged Delilah’s shorts off and immediately ran my tongue over her pussy, stopping just short of her clit. I love the way that she tastes, and can never resist. She tried valiantly to hold back a gasp, sealing her lips tightly but crying out none the less. She gripped the bed sheets while I drew back and trailed my tongue more delicately over her lips. By the time I’d stopped teasing her and started circling her clit, playfully shifting her piercing back and forth over it, she was dripping.

Her attempts to be quiet completely ended when I pushed two fingers past her lips while sucking on her clit. I couldn’t keep myself from moaning on her clit at the feeling of how absolutely soaked she was. Her hips bucked when I bent them up, rubbing directly on her g-spot.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuck!” She cried out. Her legs were shaking in time with my tongue running over her, and she was rocking back and forth in time with my fingers.

I remember distinctly thinking about how fucking amazing she was at that moment and smiling to myself around her clit.

“Please!” she whispered, her fingers weaving into my hair. “Please, I want you!”

Normally I don’t give in the first time she asks, but tonight, after an incredible night of teasing and dancing with her, I couldn’t help it. I wanted her too.

I crawled up and kissed her hard, letting her taste herself on my lips. She moaned into me and drew my hips down to her with her legs.

“Gah!” she shouted, throwing her head back as I slipped into her.

Just then, her phone lit up beside us. There were four words on the screen:

“I want to watch…!”

Delilah bit her lip and let out a deep breath.

“What do I – oh!” she shivered around me and gripped the headboard while I pushed deep into her again. I smirked and kept a relaxed rhythm going while she tried to think straight. “What do I say?” she finally got out.

“Whatever you want,” I kissed her.

“I…” she stopped to feel me moving slowly inside of her. Instead, she focused on typing out the text:

“I won’t tell…”

She was purposely being ambiguous.

She threw the phone aside and grabbed me, clinging on to me as I picked up the pace. “Oh god,” she whispered in my ear, feeling me deep inside of her.

Then there was a soft knock on the door. A second later, I saw Darla slip quietly in the room out of the corner of my eye. She sat on the floor and watched Delilah and I. Her breath was already coming hard, gasping when Delilah gasped, moaning softly when Delilah screamed.

I sat back on my knees, getting deeper and harder. Delilah’s hand immediately went for her clit, and one of mine payed attention to her breasts. “Fuck! God, fuck! Fuckfuckfuck!”

The entire time, she hadn’t looked over at Darla, if she’d opened her eyes at all. I could tell that she was close and decided to egg her on.

“Do you like being watched?” I teased.

“Yeeess!” she whimpered, her face a complete mask of pleasure.

“She’s getting herself off watching you cum on my cock.”

At that, Delilah seized. Her entire back lifted off of the bed, visibly shaking and spasming. She screamed as she came, getting wetter than I think I’ve ever felt her.

I smiled. Not for me, or anything I’d done, but for her. I kissed her deeply when she hit the bed again. She gasped into my mouth as aftershocks rocked her with every twitch and shift of me inside of her.

“Wow,” we heard a whisper come from the floor. I couldn’t tell if it was laced with nerves or envy. “That was really beautiful.” We all laughed a bit at the situation, then she said, “I’ll let you guys get some sleep.”

“We’re not even close to done yet.” I replied, keeping my eyes on Delilah. “You can stay.”

After a pause, Darla whispered, “I had to stop myself from joining.”

One of us responded, “You can if you want to.”

“You can borrow my robe, if you want to change,” Delilah offered after a second.

After another pause, Darla agreed and went to get changed.

“Are you okay with this?” I asked Delilah.

She nodded confidently, her arms draped around my shoulders and looking at me with a confident smile. “Yeah, I really am.”

I decided to hop out to get provisional waters and let them get comfortable first. When I came back, Darla was laying back across the bed with Delilah between her legs. She was absolutely losing it, gasping and writhing while Delilah drove her fingers into her and licked her clit. I wanted to give them time to explore each other, so I just sat beside Delilah and ran my fingers over her back. I smiled as Darla began chanting “Oh! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” She shook and quietly gasped beneath Delilah, and I remember thinking that she’s cute when she comes.

Delilah moved up to kiss her, and Darla’s hand went straight to her pussy.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” Darla moaned into the kiss. “I want to try you now.”

She pushed Delilah onto her back and trailed kisses down her neck, paying attention to her nipples and drawing gasps from Delilah. In no time, she was between her thighs, forcing the same gasps and moans from her that I reveled in. Delilah was rocking her hips up into Darla’s mouth and crying out from her best friend’s tongue on her clit.

“How do you like your ring played with?” Darla asked, nibbling on her pierced clit.

“Anything!” Delilah gasped desperately. “You can do anything! Oh god!”

As I sat back and watched them, I felt an overwhelming happiness for them. A real, genuine happiness that these absolute best friends had taken this step together. There was no awkwardness, there was no pressure. There was just them. I’m sure I was grinning like a fucking idiot.

Soon, Delilah was pulling Darla back up to taste herself on her best friend’s lips. She forcefully pushed Darla back against the wall and dove back between her thighs, devouring her in a state of frenzy. It was Darla’s turn to cry out when Delilah slipped her fingers back into her.

Finally unable to contain myself, I bent over and drew a long, broad lick of Delilah’s pussy from behind, making her twitch and moan into her best friend’s cunt. I watched her going down on Darla while I slipped into her completely soaked pussy, reeling from how turned on she felt. She let out a deep moan into Darla.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” I whispered, feeling her heat completely encompass me. For a few minutes, I set out to see how much I could distract Delilah from her task. I’d smile every time she would drop her head and moan, too caught up in the feeling of my cock sliding into her to concentrate.

“I’m gonna cum again!” Darla whispered, a minute later, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets. As soon as she said it, Delilah buckled down and focused, throwing all of her attention to Darla. “God, Delilah! I’m cumming!”

Darla shivered in orgasm, coming onto Delilah’s tongue, and then Delilah almost immediately rolled to the side, quivering in her own aftershocks. I kissed up Delilah’s thighs and then sat back again, content to just let enjoy the whole situation.

“Do you want to take this further?” Delilah whispered into a kiss with Darla. I couldn’t tell if she visibly indicated to me, but the intent was clear.

Darla paused again, just like when we’d asked her if she wanted to join us. And again, in the space of a few heart beats, she nodded.

Delilah started sucking on my cock, taking me deep, alternating fast and hard, and slow and gentle. I couldn’t hold back a deep groan at the feeling of her lips passing over my shaft and my cock going down her throat. I will never understand how she’s so fucking good at that. Then I felt the weight of the bed shift, and Darla was laying on top of her, taking my cock from Delilah’s hand and going down on me herself.

I’ll totally admit, I lost the ability to think for a minute. I know that I grabbed onto Delilah’s hand reassuringly, as an anchor for both of us. And then I just reveled in the feeling of one taking me in her mouth, and the other kissing my shaft.

I genuinely have no idea how long that lasted, but eventually Darla kissed Delilah over my cock, then rolled her onto her back and dropped her head between Delilah’s legs. Meanwhile, I started kissing her neck and licking circles around Delilah’s nipples. The idea of tag teaming her with another person, of both of us devoting all of our attention to her, has driven me crazy since the very beginning, and I would have been happy to spend the whole night like that, but between the gasps and groans, Delilah asked, “Do you want him to fuck you?”

I heard Darla’s breath catch. “Yeah…,” she said shakily.

I looked up at Delilah, grinning like an idiot around her nipple. She had her head tilted to the side, biting her lip. I kissed her forehead, silently trying to reassure her even though it was never necessary, and then knelt behind Darla.

“Are you okay with this?” I asked, running the tip of my cock between her lips, feeling how wet Delilah had made her. I remember involuntarily biting my lip at that thought, that *Delilah* had done that to her.

Darla nodded her head with a muffled “*mmhmm*” and pushed her hips back into me. I slipped into her with absolutely no resistance, letting a drawn out moan escape. She was extremely tight, and so fucking hot.

I slowly built up speed, fucking Darla while she went down on Delilah. For a bit, it was just an orgy of moans, gasps, limbs, and sensations. I watched Delilah writhe under Darla’s touch. Delilah watched me fucking her best friend. I ran my nails down Darla’s back and caught my breath at the way she shivered on me.

Eventually, Darla crawled off of my cock and up next to Delilah, grabbing her in a fierce kiss. At the same time, I moved between Delilah’s legs, taking Darla’s spot and running my tongue all around Delilah’s clit, shifting her piercing from side to side and sucking her into my mouth while I held her hips down.

I was too preoccupied to notice Darla had moved, and gasped into Delilah’s pussy when I felt her lips wrap around my cock. I fought with everything I had to focus on Delilah, but fuck was Darla making it difficult.

After a few minutes, she went back up to cuddle with Delilah, and I sat up. I was so turned on by everything, every second. I don’t think I’ve ever been that hard, and I needed to be inside of her.

“I fucking want you,” I growled, lining myself up with her. I ran my cock, slick with Darla’s efforts, over Delilah’s lips and groaned at how fucking good she felt.

With Darla, there was the initial ‘getting to know you’ steps. I hadn’t explored how she liked to be fucked, how hard or how fast, how deep or how rough, so I kept myself from going too far. With Delilah, there was none of that. I took her. I lifted up one of her legs, thrusting deep into her – hard – and tilting my hips up to hammer her g-spot. Darla alternated between making out with Delilah and adoring her breasts. I could tell almost immediately that Delilah was close and laid into her, grabbing her other tit hard and encouraging her.

“Are you going to cum?” I growled.

She cried out and nodded.

“Cum on my cock! Cum for us! Cum for your best friend!”

The last one hurled her over the edge. She screamed out loud, arching her chest into Darla’s mouth and convulsing on my cock. Full body spasms dominated her completely, and she thrashed beneath us.

Fuck, it was amazing.

Darla held her face and kissed her over and over while she rode out her orgasm. Delilah’s fingers dug into my thigh and Darla’s back, gripping us with each wave and gasp. I bent down, and kissed Delilah on the forehead, then stole her lips from Darla. For a minute, we just did that, both bringing Delilah back down to earth.

“How was that?” Darla smiled.

Delilah huffed, throwing up a lazy thumbs up. “Fuckin… gold star. Gold stars all around.” Then after a second, “how are you?”

“I’m good,” Darla grinned. “… still kinda horny.”

“Come here!” I pulled her down on her back parted her lips with my tongue, taking my first real taste of her. She tasted clean and pure. Like … the kind of subtle taste that spring water has. She was fucking delicious, and I couldn’t get enough of her. She bucked her hips into my mouth, clutching on to Delilah. I smiled, thinking for the millionth time how amazing this whole night was.

“I want you to sit on my face.” Darla whispered to Delilah.

“Yeah?” Delilah replied, I think a little stunned.

Darla nodded, and I watched from between her legs as Delilah straddled her. Soon, Darla’s moans were muffled and drowned out by Delilah’s cries, and I took it as a challenge to see if I could get her to be louder, attacking her clit and driving two fingers into her.

After a minute, I sat up and began fucking her again. Delilah slid down and mirrored what Darla and I had just done for her. Delilah kissed down her neck, down her chest. I drove down into her soaked, tight pussy, sucking one nipple into my mouth while Delilah had the other.

I don’t think it was even a minute before Darla grabbed a fistful of Delilah’s hair, holding her in place while she came for us. I kissed her hard, completely lost in how incredible all of this felt, then I guided Delilah’s mouth to my cock to suck all of her best friend’s cum from it. When she had, I pulled her up into a deep, deep kiss. Our tongues wrestled, coating each other in her cum.

I couldn’t help but run my fingers through the soft hair covering Darla’s mound, feeling how wet we’d made her, how many times we’d made her cum together. And then I couldn’t resist one more time. I slipped my fingers into her again and hooking them up to rub her g-spot, my other hand resting just above her pussy, putting a slight pressure onto her mound. Still not sure how much she could take, I didn’t want to hurt her, but I definitely didn’t go easy on her either.

Suddenly, Darla went quiet. While she’d been pretty vocal before, now she looked like she was concentrating hard and was only making small gasps. I could feel her whole body tightening, every muscle flexing around my fingers. Then she got very, very quiet, one hand grabbing onto Delilah and the other tearing the bedding off of the mattress. She tried to speak and only got a few incoherent syllables out before she threw her head back and came again, gushing on my fingers and absolutely drenching my hand to the wrist.

I smiled and brought her down slowly, watching Delilah hold her tight.

“You okay?” Delilah asked softly after a minute.

“Yeah,” Darla panted, her eyes still closed. “Just came really hard. Fuck. Okay, now I’m good.”

After that, we kind of wound down. By this point, it was 4:30 in the morning and the birds had started chirping, making us realize we’d been at it for three hours or so. We were all exhausted, recovering from being slightly drunk, and sleepy as fuck.

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