London — Sawyer [M29] and Evelyn [F29] share Nick [M30] [Travel] [Anal] [Threesome]

Nick was from Amsterdam, heteroflexible, and wore a small, gold earring in his left ear. He and Evelyn met on Feeld. The nine-hour time difference reduced their chats to “good morning” and “good night.” But every so often he or she would stay up late. He was kind, called her beautiful and baby, and sent her links about Data Science (complex adaptive systems, etc.). When I imagined our first threesome, it was with some tiny, cute thing with perky breasts and a puffy, pink pussy. Fear of inadequacy and replacement — the root cause of my particular jealousy — settled in my lower sternum every time they talked.

The first picture he sent was of him smiling: manicured, five-day stubble on a strong chin and defined jawline, hazel eyes slightly creased, full, almost chewy, pink lips. He asked before sending it and didn’t expect anything in return. He never did, which is probably why she jumped out of the shower and rushed into the garden to take a selfie. Her pink nipples ached for him to graze and pinch through her silk robe. She sent me the picture first out of courtesy, of course, but I knew she didn’t take it for me. Weeks went by, his camera lens moved down his body. A small, patch of hair between defined pectoral muscles; a lean-ish stomach (upper and medial abdominals clearly present). He was smaller and less defined than I, except in one area.

Turquoise sheets in the background. He laid on his back. A trail of light, brown hair meandered down from his navel and expanded into his neatly trimmed groin. The base of his cock was shaved and wide. My eyes followed the veins along his thick, pink shaft. The head — uncircumcised — rested gently over his left hip bone. I have no qualms admitting that despite the knot in my chest, I was salivating and may have licked my lips before catching myself.

***

We met Nick in a pub around the corner of our AirBnB in Covent Garden. His charm and smile were disarming. As we talked, he in between Evelyn and I, our stools huddled together.

“So what’s the plan for tonight?” Evelyn asked.

Nick looked to me for an answer. I shrugged.

“Anything you’d like, Evie,” he said, smirking. A pang of jealousy erupted in my chest; I was the only one who called her Evie.

She placed a hand on his lower thigh and whispered in his ear. The pub was too loud for me to hear but I imagined it was something along the lines of “I want you to fuck me.” He chuckled, looked over at me, and said, “She wants me to kiss her. We haven’t talked about boundaries or expectations. I’d like to but I wanna make sure that’s okay with you.”

I nodded.

They locked eyes as their faces closed the distance. Evelyn bit the left portion of her bottom lip and smirked. Seeing her delight was almost enough to make me hard. She cupped a hand around his head, combing her fingers through his hair the way she did mine. Her lips were plump and yielding and though they usually enveloped mine, they fit his perfectly. He moaned under his breath as she nibbled gently on his bottom lip and navigated her pink tongue around his. I could see his hands reaching and then withdrawing, yearning to explore her. She whispered as he gently kissed her neck, “Can he play with my nipples please, Daddy?”

She had Nick and I completely under her spell (asking for permission is one of my kinks). I moved my leg side to side, sliding my pre-cum across my head and inner thigh.

I nodded, leaned over and said, “She likes them pinched.”

***

The stroll back to our apartment was more like a brisk walk but we managed to set boundaries. Stop obviously meant stop. I would wait to be invited. Taunting or disrespect of any sort would not be tolerated. Spanking was to be permitted anywhere except the face. Light choking. Communicate effectively and honestly. He and I would remain open to experiences with each other but nothing was set in stone. Recent test results were produced and shared. Finally, under no circumstances was he to cum in her. Pre-cum, sure — but she was mine to finish in and with.

She softly kissed him and then hungrily swallowed my lips before leading him by the belt to the corner of the bed. They panted and kissed while she pulled his hips into hers. He slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders and gently tugged downwards. His eyes fell on her perky breasts. His tongue swirled around her pink nipples before he sucked and nibbled on them. Her breathing rough and heavy, she reached down and rubbed his cock through his pants. She stroked his shaft and pulled her fingertips together on his head.

“Take off your shirt,” she demanded.

Her hands couldn’t decide what they wanted. His chest, his abs, his fucking cock. She fumbled with his belt as I pulled up a chair and teased my hardening head through my jeans. First, his pants and then she swiftly dropped to the floor. She turned his hips so that I could see the blotches of pre-cum on his boxer briefs. She glided her lips across his shaft and nuzzled her nose into his groin, savoring his pheromones and scent. Periodically, he looked at me and sighed. She pulled the waistband of his boxer briefs down and his cock sprung out and landed on her forehead. He brushed her hair back as she grabbed his base and licked a bead of pre-cum off his tip.

“Mmm,” she moaned and smiled. “My favorite.”

She lifted his heavy cock and licked from base to tip and back. She swirled her tongue along the underside of his ridge before stretching her lips around his pink cock. He pulsed as she took him in her mouth and down her throat. Stroking him with her hands and mouth, she managed about three-quarters before gagging. She gagged on my cock too but there was only ever an inch left to go. Not so with Nick. There were still four or so inches for her to take. He grasped the back of her head and pushed into her before she pulled away, a string of saliva stretching between her lips and him.

He lifted her onto the bed, leaving her dress on the floor, and spread her legs. Her panties were soaked. He pushed his nose into her, moaned, and kissed her inner thighs. He pecked her stomach and took off her panties. I moved to the edge of the bed so that I could see her dripping, pink pussy. He softly licked her engorged clit before sucking and swirling his tongue around her. She bucked her hips against his mouth and looked at me like she only does when she’s about to cum — the inside corners of her eyes raised, her eyelashes fluttered, her lips parted.

“Kiss me while I cum, baby,” she moaned.

Her lips quivered between mine as she let out a series of escalating moans. Her back arched and I twisted her nipples between my forefinger and thumb. He lapped her cum from her opening, sat up on his knees, and put his hand on my thigh.

“Umm, what’re you doing?” I thought.

“Take off your clothes, man. I wanna see your cock,” he said. “Damn, you’re hot. Nice cock too.”

“It’s not as nice as yours,” I said, searching for reassurance.

He stroked the underside of my dark red shaft and head with his fingertips. Evelyn’s eyes immediately darted towards my face to gauge my reaction. Her body tightened. I let out a stunted sigh as he and I locked eyes. He brushed his hand against Evelyn’s pussy, which made her jump a little, and then began stroking me with her cum and his saliva. Reaching between her legs and grabbing his cock, she rubbed his head in circles around her pussy. The moment we’d both imagined was nowhere near as hot as this. He eased his ridge and then half of his thick, pink cock into her, stretching her pussy and making room for himself. He was so large that her lips gripped his cock like nothing I’d seen in real life before. On his out-stroke, I could see her cum in a thick band just behind his swollen ridge. He continued to stroke my cock while Evelyn rubbed my butt and legs and I drew circles around her nipples. Slowly, he thrusted in and out. In and out. His cock was coated in her cum. She could not control her moans and after a few more strokes she muttered to herself.

“Oh my god. Daddy. Fuck. I love you. He feels so good. I’m gonna cum. Fuck. Nick, I’m gonna cum on your fucking cock. Don’t stop. Do you want me to?”

“Can I suck on you while she cums?” He asked.

I leaned forward and kissed him. I kissed a guy for the first time with my hard, pre-cumming cock in his hand covered in Evelyn’s cum and his saliva. I straddled her sides as he hooked his arms under her knees and began full, rhythmic strokes. He opened his mouth and I grabbed a handful of his chestnut hair and sunk into his throat. His tongue swirled along the base of my cock and balls as he gagged. He thrust into her. I thrust out, all the while watching her lips slide up and down his shaft. She‘d cum again — this time shooting streams of liquid on his balls and lower abs. He continued fucking her and I continued fucking him until I said I wanted him in my mouth. He pulled away from Evelyn.

I gripped him mid-shaft and shoved his cock between my lips. He sighed when I licked his balls and moaned when I ate his ass, my tongue penetrating him. Evelyn made sure that I remained hard and pre-cumming. I pushed my middle finger into his pink asshole as I sucked on his cock.

He let out a jagged moan and said, “Can I fuck you, Sawyer?” I’ll let you imagine my hesitation and response.

I mounted Evelyn and slid into her pussy made only slightly wider than I was used to, while Nick licked and tongue-fucked my ass. I wanted him so fucking bad but I was afraid. After sucking on my balls, I felt his head press against me. I tightened like a compressed spring. He placed a hand on my hips, kissed my back, and told me to relax.

“I’ll go slow and we can stop anytime you want,” he whispered.

Evelyn grabbed my face and pressed her lips gently against mine. As he entered me, I thought I was going to rip in half. It burned but the stretch felt so good, so full. My eyes widened and I took a deep breath. Nick rubbed my back and sides as I adjusted not only to my first but also his cock. Every inch of him slowly pushing into me was like an entire lifetime. His balls against mine, his hair against my butt. I was frozen in place.

“It’s okay, baby,” Evelyn said. “Does it feel good?”

I could barely manage a nod. With one arm, I reached back and stopped his short, slow strokes by placing my hand against his thigh.

“Let me do it,” I said.

Thankfully, the lube kept things smooth and gliding, despite his veins and ridge. I slowly thrust into Evelyn and then back onto Nick. Every time he pulsed, shooting a little pre-cum into my ass, I pulsed in Evie. As his size settled into me, I picked up the pace and before I knew it, I was fucking both of them, each moaning. His grip tightened against my hips, his throbbing becoming more frequent. He was about to cum.

“I’m gonna fuck Evie now. Cum whenever you want,” I managed to say, looking into his hazel eyes.

“In you?” He asked.

“The boundary was in her. Not me. Cum in me, Nick. Fill me with your warm, thick cum while I fill Evie.”

And with that said, he and I resigned control. Evelyn held on for dear life, her pussy spasming on my cock causing me to contract on Nick. His ridge slid all the way in and all the way out of me, stretching and filling me. He moaned louder and louder. Evelyn screamed as she melted under me. Nick’s hands dug into my glutes and hips as he buried his cock to the base. His entire length and thickness throbbed and I felt his warm, thick cum deep inside of me. I bit Evie’s nipple and exploded inside of her. The warmth of all three of us pulsing, throbbing, cumming in unison was one I’ll never forget. He collapsed on my back and kissed my shoulders.

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