Part 3 :my first threesome with my boyfriend and his best friend [MMF]

Part 1 : [https://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories2/comments/11uyur6/my_19f_first_threesome_with_my_boyfriend_20m_and/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=mweb](https://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories2/comments/11uyur6/my_19f_first_threesome_with_my_boyfriend_20m_and/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=mweb)

Part 2: [https://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories2/comments/11w5cib/my_19f_first_threesome_with_my_boyfriend_20m_and/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=mweb](https://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories2/comments/11w5cib/my_19f_first_threesome_with_my_boyfriend_20m_and/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=mweb)

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After the intense sexual experience with Dylan, Jason suggested that we take a shower together. I eagerly agreed, and we walked over to the bathroom while Dylan stayed behind, lying in bed and watching us leave.

As we stood under the warm water, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of intimacy with Jason. We had just shared something so intense, and now we were naked, washing each other’s bodies. After making sure each other was okay with what happened we started touching in the shower. His hands explored every inch of my skin, rubbing soap over my breasts, down my stomach, and between my legs. He spent extra time washing my pussy, sliding his fingers around my clit making me moan with pleasure.

While Jason continued to wash me, he asked me a few questions about what had happened with Dylan. I could tell that he was still processing everything, trying to understand his own feelings and reactions. I winced as his fingers slid inside me, and he asked what my favorite part about having sex with Dylan was. I thought for a moment before answering that it was hard to pick just one favorite part, but I loved the way Dylan made me feel. It was like he had this power over me, and I couldn’t resist him. I felt so alive, so free.

Jason’s fingers continued to move inside me as he asked me to describe the difference between how Dylan fucks and how he fucks me. I took a deep breath and tried to put my feelings into words. I told him with us, it’s more about the connection we have. We know each other so well, and there’s a sense of comfort and familiarity when we’re together. But with Dylan, it’s like there’s this intense desire and attraction, and it’s almost like I’m discovering something new about myself. It’s like he unlocks a different side of me, a more primal side, that I didn’t even know existed. It’s hard to explain, but it’s definitely a different emotional experience.

Jason listened to me intently, his fingers still moving inside me. After a few more moments, I had to tell him to stop. I was sore from the intense sex with Dylan, and as much as I wanted to continue, my body needed a break.

I told him to stop. my voice a little shaky from the pleasure still pulsing through my body. I told him my pussy was still sore and I needed a break.

As soon as I said that, I could see the lust in his eyes grow even more intense. He pulled me into a deep kiss, his hands still exploring my body. As his tongue moved inside my mouth, I could feel his hard cock rubbing against my thigh, and I knew he was still turned on by the thought of me being sore.

We stood like that for a few more moments, kissing and touching each other, before we finally stepped out of the shower and dried off.

After we got out of the shower, Dylan took his turn. He disappeared into the bathroom, and I could hear the sound of water running as he got ready for bed, retiring . Meanwhile, Jason and I cuddled up in bed, our bodies still warm and sensitive from the intense sex we had just experienced with Dylan. as we lay there trying to sleep, I couldn’t help but think about what had just happened.

The next day, Dylan left early, and Jason and I were left alone to process what had happened. We spent the day lounging around the house, cuddling, and talking about the night before.

I made a few comments about still being sore, and I could tell that Jason was turned on by the thought of me being sore from Dylan’s big dick. As we lounged on the couch that evening in the living room, I turned to Jason and asked him what he found so hot about me being sore.

Jason looked at me with a mix of confusion and arousal, like he wasn’t sure how to answer my question. Finally, after a few moments of silence, he admitted that he liked the idea of Dylan being able to give me something that he couldn’t. He said it made him feel jealous, but also turned on at the same time. Jason went on to describe how he loved the idea of me being dominated and taken by someone with a bigger and more powerful dick. He said it made him feel like he was watching something forbidden and taboo, something that he shouldn’t want but couldn’t help but be turned on by.

I could tell that Jason was getting more and more aroused as he spoke, and I scooted closer to him on the couch. I could feel the heat emanating off his body as I leaned into him.

Part of me was happy by how much Jason was opening up and sharing his intimate emotions with me. But at the same time, it was incredibly arousing to see him so vulnerable and turned on by our experiences with Dylan.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and whispered in his ear, telling him how much I loved him and how much he turned me on. I could feel his body responding to my touch, and I knew that we were both getting more and more aroused by the minute.

In that moment, I felt more connected to Jason than ever before. We had shared something intimate and taboo together, and it had brought us closer together. As much as I wanted to have sex with Jason at that moment, I was still too sore from fucking Dylan. But I didn’t want to leave Jason hanging, so I decided to take care of him with my hands.

I got down on my knees and unbuttoned his jeans. I could see the outline of his hard cock straining against his boxers, and I couldn’t wait to touch him. I pulled his boxers down and his cock sprang free, fully erect and glistening with pre-cum.

I took his cock in my hand and slowly started to stroke him. He groaned and leaned back on the couch, his eyes closed in pleasure. I continued to stroke him, my hand moving up and down his shaft rhythmically.

As I touched him, I couldn’t help but think about Dylan’s big, heavy dick. I remembered how it had felt in my hand, how it had filled me up and stretched me out. I wanted to please Jason, but I couldn’t help but think about how much I had enjoyed being with Dylan too.

I decided to tell Jason about it, to see how he would react. I told him how much I liked holding Dylan’s big, heavy dick in my hand, how it made me feel small and submissive. I described the way it had looked, the way it had felt in my hand, the way it had tasted.

As I talked dirty to Jason, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of power and control over him. I loved the way he responded to my touch and my words, and it made me feel sexy and powerful.

At the same time, I also felt a sense of deep love and affection for Jason. Despite everything we had done with Dylan, I knew that my heart belonged to him. I wanted to please him and make him feel good, and I was willing to do whatever it took to make that happen.

I kept feeding his arousal by describing more of what had happened the night before. I told him how amazing it felt to have Dylan’s big balls slapping against my clit as he pounded me from behind in doggy style. Jason groaned as I spoke, his body tense with desire. I could tell that he was close, and I wanted to make sure he had the best possible orgasm.

I quickened my pace, my hand moving up and down his shaft rapidly. I whispered in his ear, telling him how much I loved him and how much he turned me on.

Finally, with a loud groan, Jason came, his hot cum spilling over my hand and shooting onto his stomach. I milked him dry, making sure to get every last drop out.

As he came down from his orgasm, Jason sat back on the couch. I smiled, I knew that I had made him feel loved and desired

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