[FMF] The good, the great and the bad of my first threesome

[The events I’m about to describe happened close to the NYE from 2018 to 2019, so naturally I don’t recall every word, expression, and detail exactly as it happened. I’ll try to stay faithful to it, but I’ll have to resort to my memory for it, so bear with me please! I’ll also use fake names for everyone – I hope they don’t throw you off though, I found them funny. Also, this is my first time posting here, though I’ve lurked around in non-alt accounts, so hello everybody!]

Donald and Daisy had been dating for a while – probably a year or so – when we got close to that New Year’s Eve. Their relationship had always been eventful. Troublesome would be a better word for it. Most of the people in our group knew that they regularly butted heads, but neither of the two opened up much about when, why, and how that happened. We also didn’t pry. Both are laid-back, always have a joke on the tip of their tongues. Judging by how they behaved around the rest of us, you would never guess that if they ever got together something about their relationship would never click, yet they got together, and insisted for a year on staying that way. They broke up and got back probably three times during their “run”. By the time you’re reading this story, each of them is going their own way.

Donald had been working himself into having a more muscular figure. He kept a uniform buzz cut on his hair and beard (both of them dark brown) and it suited him nicely. He worked out, and though he was not the next John Cena, it was starting to pay off. He was walking the line between slim and athletic. Not there yet, but A+ for effort.

Daisy had a dirty blonde/light brown hair at shoulder length. When she first joined our group, she attracted some of our other friends’ attention due to her chest (and to be fair, I can understand why), yet Donald was who she ended up paired with, while also being the one that cared the least about her good genetics. Don’t get me wrong he found her attractive, he just wasn’t all about her breasts.

There’s also Minnie. Me. I’m slightly taller than Daisy, shorter than Donald. I’d say I stand at their midpoint. I’ve always been a fan of sports – running in particular – and dancing, and later in my life I found the gym and that became a sort of an obsession to spend my energies and frustrations whenever they came up. For the record, I’m portuguese with brazilian parentage. I’m brunette, dark brown eyes, my skin has a natural tan that lasts all year. Since I’ve always been connected to sports, I always had a slim figure, which later was toned by the gym. I have small breasts, and I’m very proud of how my ass and legs are shaped. I’d say most of the attention I get is related to them.

New Year’s Eve was coming out, and my group of friends were planning on throwing a party at Goofy’s house. The party went great, as most of our parties do. We made dinner together, drank a lot, played singstar, drank some more, danced, drank while dancing, then celebrated the coming of the year of 2019. Later on, we were playing a loose game of Never Have I Ever, with lots of banter/talk between turns. Naturally the topics were getting more intimate.

“I’ve never had a threesome”

That was my line. Daisy and Donald didn’t drink. Goofy, Mickey and Clarabelle did, which raised some eyebrows. I was expecting maybe Clarabelle to drink, but not the rest of them. Then the banter followed: some lighthearted name calling, Clarabelle confessed that it had been with Goofy (they were/are a couple) and a friend of theirs (I don’t know him, let’s call him Pete). Mickey admitted that his had been still in highschool with two friends of his. We discussed the logistics of it, what went well and wrong in broad terms, and Clarabelle eventually asked me if I had ever thought of having one, since I had been the one bringing it up.

I am pretty open/honest about my sexuality inside my group of friends, so I told her that yes, I had thought about it and it was something I’d enjoy trying. Then she directed the question, as a joke, to Donald and Daisy. “Won’t you make a girl happy?”. We laughed, and after a few minutes we had moved on to the next turn.

*Except.*

Yep, you guessed it. Clarabelle the Cow planted the seed and Daisy, Donald and me got stuck thinking about it. Later that night, the three of us discussed that hypothesis with a little more privacy, when we were able to find a moment together and isolated from the others. Daisy was excited by the prospect – in hindsight I wonder how much of that was alcohol – and Donald seemed carefully intrigued. What he was thinking probably was: *You show too much interest, and you’re gonna get a very stern look from your girlfriend.*

We set it all up. Before I left them and went to the guest room I was going to sleep in, we agreed to a time, a place, what were the “do’s and don’ts”, what were the safewords. We agreed not to wear a condom if we all got tested. We agreed to a mutual New Year’s Resolution: on the next NYE party, none of us would be able to bring the threesome topic in a “Never Have I Ever” game. It all happened fast, *too fast*.

In hindsight, it was obvious the idea needed some more time to mature especially in their heads, but back then we were drunk, hasty, horny. Part of me assumed they had talked this through beforehand, or if not, in between the party and the actual sex. The other part wasn’t that worried about it, as bad as it may sound. Maybe it was because it was obvious their relationship wasn’t going to work, maybe I just didn’t care, maybe I never thought it’d have negative repercussions. I’m not sure, I didn’t dig into it until much later.

Three weeks later, the day came. Everyone got tested, everyone gave a final confirmation that they wanted this to happen, everyone was positively nervous. The three of us gathered in my place (housemate was out) on a Friday afternoon, and had some drinks. The three of us were ready but none of us wanted to take the first step.

Daisy eventually did. Me and her were on my couch, I was sitting on the side and she was laying over the couch with her head on my lap (that wasn’t strange for the two of us), while Donald was on a chair. She must have gotten tired of waiting, because she simply got up, looked at me for approval, and kissed me.

The bubble burst, and everything sped up.

We were kissing, tentatively at first, and next I knew she was straddling me, and her shirt was open. She had never kissed a girl, and there was that unfamiliar awkwardness of deciding which way to tilt your head, but the longer we kissed, the better we got at it. I could feel, in her breath, how nervous she was. We started undressing each other – shirts and sweater came out, bras came out. She found out that my neck was a very sensitive spot for me, and her mouth started tracing the length in between my collarbone and my earlobe. Kisses intertwined with small bites, larger ones, gentle sucks.

“Am I allowed to join?” I could hear the smile on Donald’s face. I had pretty much forgotten he was around the moment Daisy’s mouth had moved to my neck. We both giggled and waved him closer.

It seemed like Donald got the memo, or he simply read the room, because he approached us and started mirroring Daisy’s affection on the other side of my neck. She made space for him and shifted on my lap. I felt that I was about to melt onto the couch. For some reason I was trying to look like I was in control of myself, but when the two of them joined forces on my neck I couldn’t help but moan.

The assault on my neck continued, with one side sometimes stopping to kiss me, then the other. In the dull moments where both sides stopped to kiss each other, I entertained myself – suddenly showered with clarity – with Donald’s zipper or Daisy’s neck.

Fast forward to my bedroom.

Everyone was on edge by the time I closed the door to my bedroom behind me. When I turned around they were already stripping, and I mirrored them. I felt Donald’s eyes descending to my ass, and mine were drawn to Daisy’s crotch, and then to his. Both trimmed. I thanked my past self for remembering to wax.

I found myself on Daisy’s arms again, and led her to my bed, laying on top of her. I felt Donald positioning himself behind us, kneeling by the edge of the bed. Me and Daisy kissed, and it was my turn to give attention to her neck. I tested the waters with kisses and nibbles on her skin – some gentle, others not so much, listening for her reactions. Eventually I settled on working on her ears – it seemed like just the sound of me exhaling made her shiver – and I could feel goosebump on her skin underneath me.

Then I felt Donald’s hair against my crotch, and Daisy moaned as he started eating her out. The sensation of his buzz cut against my clit was… new.

I kissed Daisy and shamelessly pressed myself against Donald’s tiny hairs, fully aware that I was smearing my wetness on the top of his head. Judging by the way Daisy started moaning into my kiss, by the way her tongue started to slowly lose focus, it seemed like I was encouraging him.

That rhythm lasted for a while. As Donald slowly guided Daisy towards an orgasm, I helped with added flavour, kissing her hard, teasing her earlobes with my mouth and occasionally whispering some very sultry imagery into her mind. She came, hard, underneath me. Her body spasmed under my weight and I found myself actually grinding my clit against Donald’s head. As weird as it may sound now, I could feel my clit ache as I watched the other girl orgasm.

After a moment to catch her breath, she threw her efforts at me, resuming the assault on my neck. Donald positioned himself behind us, now standing by the edge of the bed.

“Fuck” was all he said. I’m not sure if it came from sliding inside his girlfriend, or because he was seeing my naked ass from above, pointing at him. Probably both.

He eased himself in, making Daisy ditch my neck for a moment. He gripped my hips and started thrusting. Slowly. It was a weird sensation. His hands were holding me, using my body as leverage to pull himself forward, yet his thrusts went inside his girlfriend. His stomach poked again and again against my ass.

There’s something about being in a sex-filled environment. As he fucked Daisy, with empty thrusts against my ass, and as she moaned, kissed, and bit into my neck, I found myself moaning as much, if not more, than her. He accelerated and her kisses lost focus, his grip on my hips tightened. He accelerated further, and her mouth and my neck became a slobbering fest, and I could feel him smash his body into my rear.

Suddenly he stopped “Sorry” he was panting, and I found that I was too. So was Daisy. “Almost came.”

Both of us giggled as he removed himself from her.

A brief pause.

Then something poked against me. I closed my eyes and let out a guttural moan as I felt him slowly push inside me. With my eyes closed, I probably missed the first sign of what was to come.

The thrusting began again, after a few moments of adjustment. It didn’t accelerate this time. It was relentless from the very first moment. Turned on as I was, after so much unfamiliar stimulation, I lost sense of space. I completely let my body fall over Daisy, my whole weight resting on her. When I was not moaning, I was muttering nonsense and curse words into what was probably Daisy’s ear, or her mouth. I could feel her hands exploring my back, pulling me close, while Donald’s seemed like they were going to crush my hips. I could hear his grunts, and the sound of his body clapping against mine.

He stopped once to recompose himself, and I had a few seconds of clarity to look at Daisy, but I chose to kiss her instead. Then he restarted and my kiss became as messy as hers had been.

On his next pit stop, I climbed down from Daisy and waved him into the bed. I laid on my back, and shot a very meaningful look at the girl. She fully understood, and moments later she was lowering her crotch into my mouth, sitting on my face. To say that she was wet would be an understatement, but yet again, I could say the same about myself.

I craned my chin up and started exploring her folds, slowly tracing my tongue on her lips, avoiding her clit. She hummed. I felt the bed shift as Donald took position near my legs.

Daisy quickly found that if she ground her hips against my face when I wasn’t expecting it, her clit could get the stimulation I was denying it. We started a game of trying to fool the other, but it ended up quickly. Getting too horny by having her wetness smeared on my face, I gave in and closed my lips in a circle around her clit, sucking in gently before bringing my tongue into the fun. Her moans were muffled – she and Donald were kissing.

I felt his now familiar cock slide inside me, and I moaned into her clit. The vibrations seemed to help it propagate because the moan came out through her mouth, into his, and his cock twitched inside me. He slowly started thrusting and I had to strain my focus, but when it started to speed up I knew it was a lost cause.

A girl can only do so much things, when a man is fucking her like he means it. You have one job to do, you have to adapt. Instead of sucking on her clit and teasing it with my tongue at the same time, I opted into a safer method, one I could replicate even with my mind fogged by Donald’s rhythm. My tongue worked up and down on her clit, the pace matching that of Donald’s hips. The only thing I had to do was keep it steady and consistent.

It worked. As Donald picked up his pace, I worked on Daisy’s clit and the results didn’t take long. She started moaning, pushing her weight down against my face. His body clapped into mine, hers was squeezing me down against the mattress.

He was moaning too, the two of them were filling the room with their cacophony, while I was too busy being the source of all that sound. They kissed, both moans muffled, his rhythm wavered but my tongue did not. Finally the kiss broke and he stopped himself deep inside me, probably too close to an orgasm.

“Fuck, you’re so tight”.

And that my dear readers, was where it all went wrong.

“What the fuck?” Daisy’s voice sounded as breathless as shocked. In my sex-fogged mind I kept working my tongue against her clit, though her tone made me start to slow down.

“You never said that about me, what the fuck is wrong with you, Donald!”

“What? I say that to you all the time!”

“The fuck you do, at least you could pretend that you’re not in this only to fuck Minnie. Always freaking staring at her ass”

My tongue had stopped by now. Should I be witnessing this? Caught between a cock and a wet place. I could still feel his cock tensing inside me.

“What the hell is this about Daisy? We agreed to everything, we discussed everything. Am I supposed to only have sex with you? You never said that. We both agreed beforehand that there was no problem with this.”

“Well I’m disagreeing now!”

I kept silent. What could I even say? “Hey, I’m still down here”? My horny mind was still running, I had to stop the urge not to lick, nor not to squeeze my inner muscles around his cock. Maybe doing both would have helped defuse the situation.

“And what am I supposed to do? Do you want to stop and call it a day?” his voice was a mix of frustration and concern. Hers was only the former.

I’m pretty sure she rolled her eyes. Well, to be honest, Donald told me she did, later on.

“Do whatever you want. I can’t stay. This is fucking ridiculous.”

Suddenly her weight was off my face and I was presented with Donald’s very much confused expression, his cock still inside me. I turned my head to the side to watch her leap back into her panties and jeans. She darted back to the living room, probably to get her shirt and bra, swearing all the way through, and all the remaining time until I heard my apartment door being opened and then slammed shut.

Donald looked at me, his face was the personification of confusion. I didn’t know what to say either, both our mouths agape with nothing coming out of them. His cock had started to grow flaccid halfway through the swearing, even if it remained inside me.

“Can I at least finish?”

I laughed. That was the last thing I had expected to hear. His face looked puzzled.

“I think you’re finished already” I was proud that I came up with that one. “But yes, you can”

Ladies, have you ever felt a cock hardening inside you? Damn, that is a freaking hot sensation. That’s what happened when I told him to keep going.

What followed was an animalistic performance, where he pounded the frustration of his girlfriend against my body. He picked up the pace and never relented. He didn’t fuck me, he used me. I don’t know how long it took, I couldn’t really care, and my eyes were rolled back into my skull, but the next thing I knew he was pulling out and making a mess of me, my hair, and my sheets.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was how my first threesome went, how Daisy and Donald finally broke up, and how Donald and Minnie became fuckbuddies, until this very day.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ktwkc2/fmf_the_good_the_great_and_the_bad_of_my_first