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My girlfriend (20) and I (21) had been together for about a year when she made an announcement: “I want to have a threesome,” she said. “And I know who I’d want to ask.” “Alright…” I replied, trying to match the seriousness of her tone, but immediately feeling aroused at the very idea. “Who did you want to ask?” “Leah,” she said.
Leah (20) was a classmate and friend of my girlfriend’s, she was barely 5ft tall, half a foot shorter than my girlfriend. She had a petite frame but an incredibly toned body thanks to rowing. My girlfriend, Minaa, had natural curves, a shapely behind and was one of the funniest people I had ever met. As for me, I was average height, average weight, average everything, but I was above average in, well, the size department.
We were all studying at the same university here in the UK. Minaa, who was originally from Pakistan, and I had entered into something of a secret relationship (at least from her parents) and we had one rule with our sex life: try everything at least once. This was largely because we were up against the clock, we knew that when her studies were finished that she would be flying back home and our relationship would effectively be over. So we tried out everything that we both took an interest in, some of our favourites activities were bondage, freeuse, femdom, and our one successful attempt at anal.
It was after exhausting every act with two people that finding a third person became essential. Like Minaa and I, Leah also had a secret. For someone who was shy, bookish, and generally introverted, I was shocked to learn from Minaa that she was actually (in her own words), “A slightly massive slut.” She would routinely download Tinder, invite guys over for the night, and then kick them out once she’d had her fix. Her types were bigger guys, girls, and anyone on a night out who actually made an effort with her.
“Do you think she’d even go for a couple?” I asked. “Well,” my girlfriend’s lip curled, “her and I have already fooled around and stuff, at least before we were going out, I can’t see why she’d say no.” The next day Minaa messaged her, and no later than five minutes afterwards she received the reply, ‘FUCK YEAH.’
Minaa and I were in smart-casual wear when Leah came over, donning a long overcoat which she wouldn’t take off. We relaxed with a few glasses of wine, it was mostly Minaa and Leah chatting, the nerves were getting to me and I had had some performance issues in the past. It also didn’t help that Leah kept glancing my way. Was she having doubts? Could I not live up to her usual standard of guy? Her overcoat didn’t fully conceal her legs. She wore tights, and where her thighs crossed over was directly in my line of sight.
Without warning, Minaa grabbed Leah by the hand and led her upstairs, the pair of them giggling. I had zoned out of the conversation so long ago I wasn’t even sure what was happening. I waited downstairs for a couple of minutes, half tempted to bolt out the door in fear and never speak to them again, but instead I necked my wine and headed upstairs.
In Minaaa’s room I peered in to see them sitting on her bed, still giggling, looking at something… Our list of sex positions with everything we’d tried. I was horrified, I could have cum or cried, I chose neither, “Whaddaya, whaddaya doing?” Leah looked up, “Judging you, judging you both, are you going for a world record or something?” Minaa playfully jabbed her, “You’re one to talk, the amount of guys you see each week.” Leah smirked,”The guys I meet never want to do stuff like this.” She jumped off the bed, “I’m boiling,” she said, as she finally took off her overcoat.
She was wearing a plain white shirt with rolled up sleeves, that was tucked into a short, black skirt, and of course her black tights. Neither of us were sure what Leah was pretending to dress as (waitress, interviewee?), at least that’s what I thought until Minaa spoke up, “School girl?” Leah grinned at pointed at her, “You got it!” She jokingly hit my chest with the back of her hand and looked at me, “You couldn’t tell?”
My face was a beetroot colour at this point, thankfully she didn’t make fun of it, “No, no I knew, I definitely knew.” She didn’t break eye contact with me, and I was very aware of Minaa watching us both from the bed. Leah turned around, still looking at me, so that I could see how her skirt barely covered her ass, “You like it?” she asked. I could barely speak, I nodded, the blood that was formerly in my face (and the rest of my body it seemed) redirected to my crotch.
I looked over to Minaa, she was smiling at me in the way that she does when she wants to get fucked. “Can I see?” I asked Leah, the do or die immediacy of this moment had finally dawned on me. Leah did a funny little wiggle then lifted her skirt up, her tights were see-through now that her ass was accentuated, you could even see her thong underneath. Minaa slinked off the bed and walked behind me, she grabbed my hand and guided me to squeeze Leah’s ass. It was unbelievably firm. Minaa’s hand then reached across mine and squeezed the other cheek. Leah was giggling.
By this point I wasn’t a man, I was an erection with a man attached, and we had barely started. Minaa noticed my member too. In other circumstances, usually if I had morning glory, Minaa would offer to jerk me off as I sucked her tits, and it would only take a few minutes for me to finish. But this was a marathon, not a sprint, and I needed to take control of the situation.
Leah leant back up, she was the one blushing now, her voice had gotten sultry, “I liked that.” Minaa, it seemed, was also having trouble controlling herself, she pulled Leah in for a kiss, and a deep, romantic one at that. I could have watched them for hours, there was something so tender about it, like they felt complete in that moment. Leah extended a hand to me, but it was Minaa I chose to kiss first, as I wanted her approval. She tasted different, like a cheap strawberry lipstick, but it was coming from her tongue, not her lips. She kissed me with same passion she did Leah, who I could feel tugging at the bottom of my shirt. I turned to her, she looked at me expectantly, I didn’t need reassurance from Minaa, I just went in for a kiss.
I immediately tasted the strawberry that was on her lips, and she slipped her tongue into my mouth only seconds after we had started. She seemed to know what turned me on without even asking. I felt Minaa stroke Leah’s shoulder and arms as her and I finished up kissing. We all paused and started laughing, it helped break up the tension, and I took the time to glance at Leah again, I could see her bra and her stomach through the gaps in her shirt now that it was a little crumpled. “So you’re a school girl?” I asked, she nodded. “Did you do something bad?” The smile she had dropped, she looked to the ground obediently and nodded as if guilty. Minaa didn’t know where I was going with this, but I heard her dry swallowing. I lifted up Leah’s chin and had her look at me, she was now holding her hands together behind her back, “You’re going to have to be punished for that? You realise that, right?” She nodded at me.
I walked her over to the bed, and patted my own lap (careful to avoid Stone Henge), she went to sit down but I stopped her and shook my head. She then understood to lie down on her stomach across my lap. I asked Minaa to get me a hair band, she was confused but got me one, I gave it Leah and told her to tie her hair back. Her skirt already lifted above where her ass started, and I invited Minaa to sit next to me so that she can look at Leah’s ass too. I lifted up Leah’s skirt all the way and started to feel her ass again, letting my fingers slip over her asshole and lips, but only briefly. I leant down and whispered to her, “Are you okay with this?” She nodded, then took my right hand to hold her tied-back hair. I started to gently slap her ass, as Minaa stroked the inside of Leah’s thighs as well as her own. Leah hmm-ed with every hit, and even though it was gentle I could see her ass getting redder underneath her tights.
I looked over to Minaa and let her have a couple of slaps, she went harder than I ever did, and Leah groaned even louder each time. I pulled down Leah’s tights so that they rested just below her ass cheeks, it felt good to touch her skin, which was now red hot. I gave her ass another squeeze, then let a couple of my fingers slip above her thong over her labia. I pushed down and her wetness spilled out from either side, she couldn’t help but gasp. Some of the grool was on my fingers, I went to taste it as Minaa nudged me – she wanted some first. I fed her a couple of my fingers, she sucked them longer than she needed to. Leah asked, “Do I taste good?” I went to answer, but then it occured me to let her try for herself, and this time I lifted her thong and played with her pussy first. Her clit was engorged and her lips were puffy, and I used her wetness to rub around her clit in a circular motion.
As I did this, Minaa stood and started to undress, letting Leah watch her. I then finally scooped some of Leah’s wetness and feed it back to her, she sucked on my fingers to simulate giving a BJ, I had forgotten how turned on this simple act made me. Minaa kept her underwear on, a matching black bra and underwear, with suspenders straps hanging loosely. She looked stunning. She walked back over to where she was sat, only this time she knelt directly behind Leah’s ass, rubbing over her underwear with her fingers and starting to kiss and bite parts of her ass. I took my fingers out of Leah’s mouth so that I could watch Minaa have her fun. Minaa was always good at oral sex, not because she tried to copy what she saw in porn, but because she listened to what that person responded to. So when she pulled Leah’s panties to the side and started tonguing her hole, she knew she had struck lucky first time. That didn’t stop her thumbing Leah’s clit as well, just to be sure.
I took off my shirt, and reached down to Leah’s shirt to do the same, she was way ahead of me though as several of her buttons were already undone. But she couldn’t fully take her shirt off without getting off my lap or interrupting Minaa. So instead I felt around for her tits, massaging them over the bra, they were probably about a B cup, and they were perfect to hold. She pulled her breasts out over her bra so that I could feel them better, her nipples were even harder than I was, and I could feel Minaa rock her head back and forth into her tight opening. Her tongue had started to tire, but there was also no mistaking it: Leah was cumming hard.
Leah clenched my calves with her hands as Minaa picked up the pace, and I could see how wet Leah was just by looking at Minaa’s mouth. I had started fondling Leah’s tits again, thinking it would help the process, but she started panting to me, “No… Choke… Choke me. Choke me.” I raised my hand from her breast to her neck, and started to tighten it very, very slowly, she nodded in encouragement, although that might have just been because Minaa had switched to her hand and was now vigorously finger fucking her. I didn’t think to tighten my grip further until I heard Leah whisper, “More… More please.” I was now holding her with the firmness I would have a heavy object, but I needn’t worry, she came almost exactly on cue. Her whole body tightened, I felt her neck do so too. And the puncture marks in my calves went from a small bruise to a scar for life, but Leah was positively ecstatic, as was Minaa, who sat back holding her wrist, gasping for air.
I let go of Leah’s neck, and she jokingly drooped her head across my lap until she got her breath back. She looked over her should at the both of us and asked, “Okay, so who’s next?”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/h9rtzk/my_first_threesome_turned_into_an_allnight
Part 2: Minaa’s Dad visits for a honor killing.