First Post Here! A Porn Slut’s [MFM] [420] [FPOV] Fantasy…For Now…

I sit on the couch between them, stoned and surrounded by smoke.  I am so aware of his knee next to mine and the pressure of the touch when he presses forward to grab the blunt from My boyfriend on my left, our legs pressed, My toes locked around his ankles.  it is in these brief moments when I feel both of their knees pressed against mine that a surge flows from My throat to My tiny clit, leaving Me breathless.

His fingers on my hand bring Me back on the couch and out of the gutter, and I realize I can barely look him in the eye.  This isn’t unusual. After a couple of good blunts with a couple of really cute boys, I get so aware of My body, and it doesn’t take long for Me to be on the edge of orgasm, literally forcing myself not to cum from feeling the fantasies that play out in My filthy mind.

I tentatively look up at him as I reach for the stuffed smoking tobacco leaf.  He’s smirking with a little smoke sneaking out his nose and I become very aware of how wet My panties are and remember the suggestive messages I sent Just over a week ago  

I inhale and look to My lover, wondering if it’s those jeans or he’s already a little hard at what’s to come.  I pass it quickly, and he surprises Me with a shot gun. Our lips touch briefly and as I look into his eyes, feel his hand offer a reassuring squeeze just above My knee.

I can feel our friends leg against My knee and am aroused and terrified until at once both of their forearms are pressed against the top of My thigh, barely covered by the thin fabric of the carefully decided body tight sweater dress we had picked for this.

I audibly inhale, hoping that the thin bra doesn’t cover too much as I brush my long hair behind my shoulders, My chest rising as their arms linger at rest on My thigh.  My nipples are visible. I look down at their hands, biting my lip and hoping that the thin thong I picked out is enough to prevent My wetness from dripping down My thighs.  I can feel our friend looking at My chest, and press My arm against myself, hoping to make it easier for him to get a peek.

He looks at Me as he inhales and slowly wraps his fingers around my naked knee.  Feeling more than our fingers touch for the first time is electrifying.

He holds back smoke in his lungs as he asks with a smirk, “do you want a shot gun?”  I nearly look back at My lover until I feel a reassuring squeeze on My thigh, and wordlessly nod.  Our lips are less than an inch away and I can taste the wintergreen mixed with cannabis as I inhale.

I try My best to muffle a cough but I shift in My seat, revealing more leg as My dress adjusts to My movement.  His hand is on the inside of My thigh and I can hear the blood in My ears. “You good?” Half jokingly he asks at My usually controlled iron lungs.

“Yeah,” I barely get out before wordlessly grabbing the lit blunt from his hand.  I hold the smoke and look into his eyes, raising an eyebrow until he moves in. We are almost even closer this time, and I want nothing more than to feel his lips on mine. It’s a struggle to be patient, but he’s worth the wait.

I take My second hit as my lover and I exchange a knowing smile.  As I go to blow into My lovers mouth I can feel our friends hand wander higher up My thigh.  I respond by pressing harder against his leg, encouraging him to work his way up higher. I pass the blunt and take a breath, looking down at my heels.  His hand is under my dress, his fingers creating a bulge.

When my lover passes the blunt to our friend, his hand brushes against my breast.  The tip of his pinkie just barely moves against my nipple as he holds it in the air.  Our friend looks back and forth at us, reaching without trying to touch. My boyfriend flicks his wrist, our friend’s fingers reaching forward to faintly touch my nipple.  I feel the fingers on my right thigh move up higher and squeeze.

“So…” he says just loud enough to break the silence, and then moves in close.  His words are a hot breath against my neck, whispered just loud enough for the room to hear.  “Do you always get this wet when you smoke?”

I’m stunned silent at being found out, until I realize he’s not just referencing those texts i’d send him.   I unclench my legs and can feel the cold rush that only happens when I’m dripping. My thin thong betrayed Me and he could definitely feel My wetness from just above My mid thigh. I cross my legs incessantly when turned on, my greedy cunt eager for any stimulation. I must be dripping more than I thought.  His hand was frozen, his eyes locked on mine. I let out a breath.

“Only with cute boys…” I finally spit out.  My boyfriend squeezes my knee, his friend’s hand now high up my right thigh.  I look between this cute boys legs for the first time and am overjoyed he took my suggestion on Grey sweatpants, even more so that I’m given a hint of what he has. The ridge peeking through the fabric makes me salivate.

I see him swallow and think maybe he is as nervous if not more than I am, and relax a bit back on the couch, spreading My legs and finally flashing My thong.  I can smell My sex in the air and hope that they can too. His fingers creep higher, telling me he can. His eyes look like I could sink in, and for a moment I do.  

“Do you mind if I feel how wet?” He asks in a low voice, My eyes still fixated on his crotch.  I bite My lip and lift My right leg onto his knee, feeling bold as I lace fingers with my lover.  I nod my head and whisper, “please,” watching His cock throb as he slowly works his fingers closer and closer to My sopping wet cunt.

My boyfriend starts to work at my nipple through the thin fabric, and I press my head into his chest.  I put my hand on his friend’s thigh as he finally presses his fingers over my panties. “Oh My god…you’re really soaked aren’t you?”

I press against his finger.  “Yes…I’m so wet…fuck, and that feels so good,” he works his fingers agonizingly slow up and down My lips.  I had touched myself imaging his touch for months.

“I can’t believe you’re this wet…” his free hand moves to my nipple.  “I barely touched you…”

I feel my face flush, my body betraying me as my legs let out a quiver.  “I told you I was sensitive,” I quietly reply.

My boyfriend chuckles.  “Is he going to make you cum baby?” My lover whispers in My ear, planting soft kisses.

I feel electrical currents shooting from my neck to my toes, the sources from two distinct, separate, delicious touches. “Fuck! Yes…” I whine as I wrap My hands around both of their cocks, my hips moving against our friend’s tentative finger.

Our friend bites his lip and works harder at My clit with his thumb, hooking his finger around the wet lacy mess to finally really touch me.  His cock throbs in my hand.

“Are you really going to cum already?” He asks with a smile as My back arches and legs begin to shake, briefly breaking contact to reveal my freshly shaved and soaking wet cunt.  I gasp when his finger comes to a firm rest on My clit. “I haven’t even gotten to really feel you…you really are sensitive aren’t you?” I nod and quiver in response. My lover has brought My dress down, exposing My bra as they work over the thin lace with their fingers.

“It just…oh my god!”  It’s getting hard to talk, just barely holding back from the edge i moan into our friend’s ear.  

“It just what?”  he teases, the tip of his finger running up and down from My clit to my wet little hole.

“It just feels so good and I’m so wet I just want to cum for you…please!”

“Are you going to cum if i slip My finger in this wet little pussy of yours?”

“Fuck yes!” I bite my lip.  His finger was resting right at my entrance, holding my wet thong open with his pinkie while his thumb worked at my clit.  “I will, please put it inside of me I just want to cum.” I pressed against him.

”Oh My god…” our friend whispers as he finally slides his middle finger inside with little resistance.  

“Oh My god!” I nearly scream as I feel myself opening up for him.

“Oh my god” my lover groans as My grip tightens on their cocks and waves of pleasure course through My body.  

At once I feel both of their lips on My now exposed breasts, a finger inside of me and two on My clit.  I can’t control My legs and am pushing My needy pussy against their fingers, My rock hard nipples into their mouths.

“You…feel…so…good!” I manage to get out between twinges of pleasure.  

“You feel so good…” our friend mutters between licks, his fingers now quickly working their way in and out of me.  “I want to feel you cum for us…” his voice is a hoarse, breathy whisper

“Cum for us baby…” And that was all it took.  

Authors Notes:

I have way too much more of this and was writing erotica on Patreon before the slut purge lol but I might include more if you’d like to see it and work on different stories of a similar genre. Roast Me pls *all Me/My’s are autocorrected because femdom sorry*

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/b359ke/first_post_here_a_porn_sluts_mfm_420_fpov

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