First submission, short not-quite-complete with an ambiguous bisexual 2nd person.
Setup: You’ve been having fun with this couple for a little while now, and you all enjoy each other. You agree to do something you’ve wanted to do but haven’t had the courage.
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You come out to dance. You’re nervous, but you know they love you and find you sexy. You shed the outer layer, you dance, you gyrate. He flushes. She undoes the top two buttons of her tight shirt, revealing the top of her ample breasts to the both of you. You throw off a piece of clothing. Encouraging attention pours from both of them.
She unzips his pants, pulls out an already-throbbing erection. You did that, they’re both enjoying you. She leans slightly against him, eyes still fixed on you, stroking his cock. You flush, lick your lips at the sight of his shaft disappearing behind her grip as more cloth comes off. You look up. She’s seen your lust, and a small smile lights her eyes as she looks knowingly into yours. As you keep dancing, moving with more desperation as your own arousal grows, her eyes still locked on yours, she bends down, and slowly, very slowly, painfully slowly takes his head into her mouth.
His eyes, transfixed on your movements previously, flicker upward, rolling back in pleasure before snapping back, rapt to your performance. Nearly naked and hopelessly aroused, you fluidly move your way to your hands and knees. Crawling forward, you accent your hips with little sultry flicks as you make your way toward them. Lithe as a cat, you climb half way up the seat of the couch.
She has made room for you, now sucking the side of his cock and leaving the other half of the shaft for you. You press your lips around his warm, throbbing member, feeling the mixing temperature from his skin and her saliva. Working in tandem, you and she work your way to either side of his head, taking turns reaching your tongues to caress that sensitive spot just where it comes around below the flare.
She takes you by the chin, pulling you up and past his stiffness. The brief moment of longing passes as she plants an impassioned, sloppy kiss on your lips and tongue. With you barely aware, she grips your hair, pulls away, and pushes you down onto his cock.
Your practiced throat opens to allow him passage, and as the pain of taught hair leaves you, you begin to bob of your own accord. From above, you can hear the sounds of another wet kiss beginning, and the muffled gasp as a nipple is pulled at just the right time. The taste of his cock and the sounds of her moaning are overwhelming, filling you with pleasure. From a little dance came this. Your dance.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/fg7sya/your_first_dance_bi_mfexhoral