Can I? [mfmf] [oral] [mast] [piss] [facials]

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My boyfriend and I had a threesome and he would not shut up about it. We had another and then another. He couldn’t get over watching me fuck another man right next to him. When I asked why, he said it felt like an out of body experience.

“I feel like I’m watching US fuck,” he said. “Or maybe it feels like you’re my personal porn star?”

“Your personal whore?” I asked.

He nodded. “Maybe …”

“I like it. I like how comfortable you are.”

“I don’t own you,” he said. “You’re a very sexual person. Just like I am. I understand you have urges. Getting to watch you with another man is very … freeing. You’re my girlfriend. I love you and I trust you and it turns me on to think about you with someone else.”

“You want me to fuck another guy without you there?”

“Well …” he hesitated. “Maybe one day. In the mean time, though? I like to be there. I like to watch.”

We had a few more threesomes over the next several months. I asked if he wanted one with a woman. He said he did, but if he had to choose, he liked double teaming me with another man. He liked passing me back and forth. He liked hearing another man moan as he was inside of me. Or shoot his cum in my cunt or face or mouth.

That’s MY girlfriend, he thought.

One evening, as we drove home from a threesome where both men ejaculated into my mouth at the same time and watched me swallow, I reminded him that I was going on a girl’s trip the following weekend.

He had forgotten, no surprise. He wasn’t very organized. He wasn’t a good planner.

“Ah yeah,” he said.

The days passed, I packed up my suitcase.

“Gonna use this?” He asked, pulling my vibrator from my nightstand.

“Well,” I said. “I’m sharing a room with Becky.”

“So?” He said with a wink.

“You want me to masturbate in front of my friend?”

“Why not,” he asked. “You always talk about sex with them.”

I grabbed the vibrator and dropped it in my bag.

“We’ll see,” I said with a laugh.

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The beach trip was a blast. We got drinks. We got dinner. We grilled. We watched movies. We talked about sex and who we were all fucking. We took surprisingly graphic nudes of each other to send to our boyfriends.

One night, we went to a bar and met a bunch of locals. The single girls brought a few boys back to the house.

Becky sent my boyfriend a nude photo of me. In the background, there was one of the boys from the bar.

“Who is that guy?” My boyfriend asked.

“Oh,” Becky wrote. “The single girls brought some guys back to the house. We’re going to have an orgy.”

“Hah! Have fun,” my boyfriend wrote. “Take pics.”

Becky asked if my boyfriend was serious. She handed me her phone. It was hard to tell with him. Was he serious? Was he kidding?

“I don’t think he’s serious,” I said.

“Aw, bummer. Would’ve been fun to film for him …”

I ruffled my brow. It *would* have been fun. I grabbed my phone.

“Can I?” I texted.

“Can you what?” He responded.

“Have some fun with the boys who are here?”

There was no immediate response.

“Fuck,” I said. “He hates it. He’s not responding. Should I tell him I was kidding? Should I apolog–”

My phone lit up.

“Go for it,” my boyfriend wrote back. “Send pics. Send a video.”

My eyes popped. I handed my phone to Becky.

“No way!” She said, cheering. “He really trusts you.”

I nodded.

“Let’s call the boys over,” I said.

The two boys came over, sitting on the edge of our lounge chairs and asked what was up. We started with some friendly chitchat. How long have you lived down here or are you on vacay too? What do you do for work? For fun? Do you have girlfriends? What are you doing later tonight? What are you doing *right now?*

“You tryna go out?” One of the guys asked laughing.

“No. We are DEFINITELY trying to stay in,” Becky said.

“So, what do you do?” One of the guys asked.

“I’m a cinematographer,” Becky said.

I looked at her with a ruffled brow. Where was she going with this?

“Are you?” One of the guys asked. “That’s cool. What do you film?”

“Oh you know, videos of my cats.”

We all laughed.

“But tonight I’ve been tasked with a challenge. And I definitely need your help.”

“Sure,” one of the guys said. “What do you have to do?”

“Put us to work!” The other guy said.

“Oh, I will,” Becky said with a huge smirk.

Her stupid little cinematographer line worked exactly like she hoped. I knew inside she was all giggles. But outside, she … was also all giggles.

“What’s up?” One of the guys asked.

“My boyfriend uh … just so you know I’m not lying. He’s not here, by the way. But he wants to watch me hook up with two boys. Here.”

I handed them my phone so they could read the latest exchange. They read the texts. They looked at each other. Their eyes were wide. Their eyes darted back and forth from each other to me to Becky.

“We’re not like. You know, we’re not gay or bi or anything,” one of them said.

“I don’t want you to fuck each other,” I said. “I want you to fuck me. And maybe Becky?”

“I’m game,” Becky said.

“What’s going on over there?!” Claire shouted from the other side of the pool.

“We’re planning a foursome. And Becky is filming it for my boyfriend!” I shouted back.

“Cool,” Claire shouted.

She had to think we were kidding.

But then, after a little more chatting, we all excused ourselves from the pool deck and started to make our way inside. Claire was sitting with a few other friends as we walked past, holding hands with our boyfriends for the night.

“Wait,” Claire said. “Are you guys serious?”

We nodded.

“Yeah?” I asked.

“You’re gonna fuck them?”

We nodded.

“And you’re going to film it?” Claire asked.

“I am,” Becky said, waving her phone.

“Do it here,” Claire said. “I want to watch.”

The other girls nodded in agreement.

“You want to watch?” I asked.

They all nodded and whispered yes.

I turned to the boys, who seemed kind of aroused and kind of anxious at the thought. But I’ve had enough threesomes to know that all of those eyes on you aren’t really going to cause performance anxiety. We’re all so distracted and caught up in the moment, you don’t even have the time to be anxious.

I took a pillow from Claire’s chair and put it on the floor.

“Start filming, I guess,” I said to Becky.

The boys, almost as if they had been prompted, yanked their pants off.

“Whoa!” One of the girls yelled out. “Sorry!” She laughed.

I got on my knees. The boys stepped forward. They both had nice cocks. Hard. Throbbing. Becky started filming as I took one cock in my mouth and the other in my hand. I moved back and forth between cocks, gagging, spitting. A little saliva dripped out of my mouth and dripped onto my thigh. I realized I was still clothed.

I stood up and kicked off my sandals. The boys stood, naked, throbbing, fully erect. I felt Claire’s hand on my back. She untied my bikini top. It dropped to the floor. I stood, my breasts exposed to the two boys. Their eyes dropped. I have to say, I had perfect tits. One of the boys licked his lips. The mood changed very suddenly from heavy giggles to everyone being kind of hot.

I looked at Becky. I looked at the camera. I smiled. I was a little nervous, honestly. I unbuttoned my jean shorts and dropped them to my ankles. I shimmied my g-string off. I had a full bush, although it was groomed and my lips were bald. I rubbed my clit as I stood before them.

“Hi,” I whispered as drool ran out of my mouth, down my chin, and onto my tits.

“Hey,” they said in unison.

I got back to my knees. They stepped forward and I took them in my mouth, sucking each cock for ten seconds. I gagged. One of the boys put his hand on the back of my head and pushed me deeper into his friend’s cock. It was so hot.

“Suck him,” he said. “Go deeper. Good girl.”

I gagged.

“That’s it,” he said. “Gag on his cock.”

They’d never done this before?! I thought.

When I yanked back, I was gasping for breath.

“Slap me,” I barked.

He slapped me.

“Suck,” he commanded.

I moved to the other cock and his friend did the same thing, pushing my head into the cock.

“Deeper,” the other friend commanded. “All the way. That’s it. Good. Good girl. All the way. Gag on it. Gag, slut.”

I gagged. My pussy was ACHING. I needed it to be be touched. Licked.

One of them spat on my face. And then the other spat. They took their cocks and smeared the saliva all over my face. I started to rub my pussy, using the saliva that coated my breasts as lube.

“Suck us both at the same time,” one of them begged.

I opened my mouth as wide as I could, taking both of them in my mouth at the same time. I’m sure it didn’t feel great for them, but the visual must have been really hot because of the girls behind Claire groaned with pleasure. I couldn’t tell if she was masturbating. I imagined she was.

Becky raised the camera up for an overhead shot. I looked up at the camera and winked with both cocks in my mouth. They pulled out.

“Wish you were here,” I said to the camera. To my boyfriend.

I relocated to one of those outdoor ottomans and leaned against it.

“Fuck my face while I make myself cum,” I begged.

One boy stepped forward and began almost relentlessly fucking my mouth while I masturbated. Becky stood facing me. The visual must have been really hot. All you could see on the camera was the back of the boy pumping while saliva GUSHED out of my mouth and all over my tits and stomach and bush. I scooped the saliva up with my fingers and smeared it into my cunt, rubbing harder.

He stepped to the side and the other boy stepped forward. Becky moved, getting a solid side shot. The boy grabbed my head with both of his hands and started pumping, fucking my mouth.

“Hand,” Becky said, slapping his right hand down.

“Sorry,” he said with a laugh.

Becky had a solid shot now of his cock ramming down my throat. My eyes were watering. I was gagging up all of the beer I’d had earlier. My tits were drenched. He kept spitting on my face. I loved it. I was moaning. Squirming.

“I’m gonna cum,” I moaned.

“Can you squirt?” One of them asked.

“No,” I said. “But I can piss.”

“Do it,” they both said.

They watched me masturbate. I moaned harder and harder.

“I’m cumming,” I moaned. “Oh fuck I’m gonna cummm!”

I rocked my fingers in and out of my twat while I rubbed my clit with my other hand.

“I’m cumminggggg!!! OH GODDDD!”

I squirmed and came and collapsed into the ottoman. With my legs spread open, tits drenched in saliva, I began to urinate, letting out a crystal clear stream in front of everyone. Becky stood, jaw open, as I pissed all over the pool deck.

“Jesus,” one of the boys whispered, his cock bouncing up and down uncontrollably.

I crawled into the puddle and waited in doggy style.

“Come fuck me,” I moaned.

They both walked behind me and stood one in front of the other like they were waiting in line.

One of them entered me from behind. I moaned. He slapped my ass. Hard. He reached out and grabbed my hair, yanking it, pulling my head up and back. With his other hand, he fishhooked my mouth and pumped, fucking me while Becky filmed. While all of my other friends watched.

He released his grip from my hair. He removed his finger from my mouth. He pushed my head down into the piss puddle, pressing my face into it while I blew bubbles in my own piss. I laughed. I hoped Becky was filming all of this.

“My turn,” the other boy said.

The guy who was just inside of me stepped to the side. I looked at his cock. It glistened with my juices. My pussy was so creamy. His cock was slathered in it.

“Let me clean you,” I asked as my own piss dripped from my face.

He stepped forward and pushed his cock down my throat while his friend fucked me from behind.

My pussy tasted incredible. I licked his shaft clean.

Once I cleaned his cock, he turned to Becky and asked if he could fuck her.

She nodded and stripped naked.

“I’ll film,” Claire said.

We looked back at our friends, kind of forgetting they were there. The other two girls were not so discreetly masturbating.

Claire took the camera from Becky.

The boy sat on a lounge chair. Becky straddled him and began riding. I watched as his friend fucked me from behind.

“Let me ride you,” I moaned.

He sat on a lounge chair next to his friend. I hopped on top and looked at Becky while we both rode hard cocks. Outside. In front of our friends. I leaned to the left and kissed Becky. The guy she was riding flipped her onto her back and drove himself into her. He leaned down and sucked her nipples while I kept riding. He hoisted Becky’s legs over his shoulders and pumped. Hard.

“Fuck!” Becky moaned. “You’re so deep!”

Becky rubbed her clit while he slammed into her cunt. He fucked hard and fast. I kept riding.

“Fuck me like that,” I asked.

The boy flipped me over and put me in the exact same position, slamming into my cunt. They pumped almost in unison, filling our cunts with their cocks. Becky reached out and held my hand. I sucked her fingers. They fucked. Claire filmed. Our friends masturbated, moaning softly in the distance.

“I’m gonna cum!” Said the guy who was fucking Becky.

He yanked her from the pool chair to her knees. Becky looked up at him while he stroked his cock and ejaculated, shooting cum all over her face. His cum rocketed out of his cock, hitting Becky in the face. Becky took his load like a champ. His cum shot so hard that some of it landed on my shoulder.

“You got me!” I yelled, laughing.

I fingered his cum off my shoulder and ate it while his friend kept pumping inside of me.

“I want a facial, too,” I moaned.

“Now?” He asked.

“Now,” I begged. “Soak me.”

He leapt to his feet. I dropped to my knees. He stood over me and began to masturbate. Becky sat on her knees, cum dripping down her chin and onto her tits and thighs.

I sat, looking up at the boy as he pumped his own cock, jerking over me. I sucked his balls as he tugged.

“Do it,” I begged. “Please, baby. Please soak my face. Please?!”

He spat on my face and called me a whore.

“I need it. I’m a huge whore for cum. Please cover me. Shoot your cum on my face!”

“I’m cumming!” He grunted. Every muscle in his body tensed up as he stepped forward and pressed the tip of his cock to my forehead. His sperm flowed out, running over my face. He came so much it felt like he was pissing on me. He stepped back and pumped out a few ropes over my face. I giggled. My face was covered in a stranger’s seed and I loved it.

I looked to Claire, who was filming me and Becky. Our cum covered faces.

“Wow,” Claire mouthed.

Becky and I looked at each other. We kissed. We licked the sperm from our faces, swapping the loads, mixing the loads, drooling, kissing. I filled my mouth with the cum from her face and spat it into her mouth. She did the same to me. We kissed, swapping saliva and cum back and forth. We sat on our knees, gasping for breath, wiping sweat and saliva from our eyes.

“Fuck,” I said, looking at Claire and giving her the *you can stop recording* nod.

Claire handed the phone to Becky.

“Can I send it?” She asked.

“Oh yeah,” I said, laughing.

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