Annie, my long-term FWB, and I had met Dave for coffee. The conversation had flowed just as we’d hoped. He was in his mid-20s, as slim as I had been at that age over a decade ago, with his hair buzzed short and a filthy glint in his eyes as Annie dropped innuendo after innuendo on him. It was all her fault, naturally: she carried the confidence of a free spirit in her early 30s with the same sensual grace that she carried the amplest of amble bosoms.
We had discussed how our plan for today was all about some good, sensual buttfucking. The anticipation was almost reflecting off the mirror as we struggled to maintain decency in the lift, from which we bounded to the sanctuary of our hotel room.
I picked up the dice I had placed on the desk as Annie and I had planned this earlier, and started explaining the rules to Dave. “We’re going to roll to see who gets to fuck whose arse today. It’s alphabetical: so if we roll a 1 or a 2 Annie’s the centrepiece, a 3 or a 4 it’s you, and a 5 or a 6 and it’s me. The lower number in each pair means that the first player alphabetically gets to fuck that arse – and I can tell you Annie’s really good with her strap-on.” I stole a brief kiss from Annie. Her delectable smile was too good to resist. She gave me a meaningful look, and I continued. “The remaining player will muffle the centrepiece’s moans with their cock or pussy.”
There wasn’t time to take in the two expressions facing me before Annie interjected, “I think you should let our guest roll.” I passed Dave the dice, and he in one move bowled it onto the desk.
“It’s a six!” cried Annie with unconcealed joy.
And with that, the clothes began to fly off. It occurred to me as we were stripping that I hadn’t seen Dave’s cock. I’d left arranging the threesome to Annie, knowing that she was a fine connoisseur of cock, but a moment of worry as to quite what I was letting myself in for flashed by. I couldn’t inhabit that thought for more than a second before I found myself being pushed back onto the bed by Annie, who had taken charge and had just broken a kiss with Dave as she stroked his member with one hand. No sooner had I landed on the bed than I felt the familiar sensation of my talented FWB’s tongue on my hole. I let out a moan. Fuck, she gives the most mind-blowingly enthusiastic rimjobs.
All too soon I felt that warm tongue replaced with cool lube. Annie began to thrust a slender finger into me in time with the blowjob she was now giving Dave. I still hadn’t seen that cock. She added a second finger and more lube. This girl was determined to see me enjoy my arsefucking.
Then there was that moment when the fingers were gone. I felt so empty. I finally saw the cock that was about to fuck me: eyeballing it suggested it was a little longer than mine, perhaps 7 inches, and not quite so girthy. That connoisseur of cocks had chosen well.
I couldn’t think for long. I felt the tip of his cock touching my well-prepared hole as he took my legs on his shoulders. He slowly eased it in, pausing briefly at the “it’s too much” point to let my body surrender to him, before pushing it deep into the pleasure zone. I moaned out for him to fuck my arse, and then the familiar legs of my lover appeared either side of my head, pussy lips descending towards my waiting mouth.
To say she was wet was an understatement. I tried to do my best at pleasing her, but my focus was on each thrust that was reminding me that us bi guys were made to be fucked into oblivion too. Perhaps Annie and Dave were kissing. Perhaps they were doing some corny Eiffel Tower high five. I didn’t know. I was being fucked. And trying desperately to focus on transmitting that rhythm to Annie’s clit.
It must have worked. Suddenly my head felt like it was surrounded by an earthquake as those legs tensed and trembled, and I was rewarded with that delicious uptick intensity of a girl cumming.
This must have been quite the show for Dave, as I felt his thrusts becoming more insistent. Another sensation was added: the familiar warmth of Annie’s mouth engulfed my cock. I wasn’t sure if she wanted me to cum in her mouth or if this was the prelude to more. It wasn’t my decision: she was in control.
Suddenly I heard Dave’s groans and not a second later felt his cock pulsing his hot cum into my arse. Fuck that felt good. Then it was gone. I felt the cool air of the room against my well-fucked hole, and a little bit of that warm cum dribbling out. Annie momentarily pulled her head up from the blowjob, said something to Dave, then returned to sucking my cock with more enthusiasm, her finger tracing the outline of my cum-filled arse.
I heard the shower go on. Then Annie, clearly satisfied with how hard she’d got my cock, slid forward. She was always good at aftercare, and this time the best aftercare coincided with exactly what she needed. I moaned as she lowered her more-than-ready pussy onto my cock in a single stroke. “Do you like that?” she asked rhetorically. She needed no answer. I couldn’t answer. I was being ridden reverse cowgirl with the unmistakable insistency of a girl who wanted to make me cum.
At some point Dave must have emerged from the shower. Annie was now sucking his cock as she ground her pussy onto mine. Oh the refractory period of youth. I was close. So, apparently was he. This was no holding pattern blowjob: she wanted him to cum. “I’m going to cum,” he warned her. She moaned into that cock and kept up her rhythm. The sight of Dave cumming in Annie’s mouth was almost enough to push me over the edge. I grabbed her hips and thrust up into her. A couple of thrusts later and I was cumming inside Annie. She looked over her shoulder with a devilish grin as I creampied her.
Once she was satisfied that I had finished cumming, she lifted up off me. I could see the cum beginning to run down her legs. She turned and leant over me. That’s what the grin had been for. I could taste Dave’s cum on her mouth as we kissed passionately. The taste of a successful threesome with a wonderful lover.
Excellent work. I really enjoyed this.