D is for Double penetration [MFM][+18][threesome][oral][anal]

Before you judge me, there are three things you should know. Firstly, I’m not in love with Drake Dunn. He’s not my soul mate. We’re not star-crossed lovers. It’s strictly physical between us.

Second, although his dick may not be the biggest or most impressive to look at, he most certainly knows how to use it. It’s like having that old, well-used sex toy. You can’t say why you prefer it to others, but you keep going back to it time after time, after time again. Satisfaction guaranteed, every time.

The third thing is, if you don’t set out clear, firm boundaries, if you don’t tell him not to do something, then as far as Drake Dunn is concerned, it’s on the table. Like, for instance, the time he had me bent over the kitchen table. I thought he was going to fuck me doggy style, but then I felt his cock forcing it’s way into my tight, little virgin butt hole. If I hadn’t have ended up enjoying it so much I would’ve been mad. But it’s as I said, satisfaction guaranteed. Every time. Otherwise I probably would have grown tired of his shenanigans by now.

Another thing to know is Drake has a roommate, Dylan. Dylan moved in after a messy breakup with his long-term girlfriend. He’s a little shy and quiet, but sweet, so the complete opposite Drake really.

Anyway, I was round Drake’s last week and the three of us were all sat round the kitchen table. Yes, that kitchen table, the one where Drake first sodomised me. The three of us were all talking and laughing, while Drake grew more and more handsy with me under the table. Until unable to hold off any longer, he stood up and grabbing me by the hand, pulled me up with him.

“We’re going to go my room now and getting you out of those clothes,” he said, giving my butt a hard, sharp slap.

“Drake!” I cried out in protest. “You can’t do that in front of Dylan.”

“Why not?” He asked, sounding genuinely confused. “Dylan’s a big boy. He knows all about consenting sex between adults. Besides, he’s free to join us if he likes.”

After Drake had said the last part, he winked at us both. Neither of us responded, but both of our cheeks flushed bright red.

I knew if I didn’t say anything Drake would assume that I was open to the idea of a threesome. Maybe I should have said no there and then, but instead, I gave him a playful slap on the chest, as if to say I know you’re joking, and then I let him lead me to his bedroom.

We had barely entered the room when Drake was suddenly all over me. Passionately kissing me and tearing at my clothes so that I was left wearing only my sports bra and plain black briefs. Since Drake has never seemed bothered by sexy underwear and skimpy lingerie, I don’t bother anymore. I think he thinks it just gets in the way of the fucking, and I can hardly blame him.

“Take them off,” he growled, pushing me down of his sloppily made bed. He had really made an effort to impress me that night.

Normally, I’m not into being ordered about, but I did as he said and removed my underwear while he stripped down naked; his semi erect cock wagging about in front of my face. I licked my lips hungrily, half expecting him to shove it in my mouth.

Instead, he told me to turn, which I did, mounting myself on all fours on top of his bed. Drake then began fingering me deep from behind, while rubbing his thumb over my clit. Besides being a master with his dick, Drake is maestro with his fingers. He soon had me soaking wet, as I rocked back and forth against his hand. Out of consideration for Dylan, I tried to keep quiet, but small quiet moans escaped my lips anyway as Drake hit all the right notes.

When he decided I had enough, Drake then pulled his hand away and climbed up onto the bed beside me. I was about to turn to face him when I felt his hands grab my hips as he pulled me down on top of him, impaling my sopping wet cunt on his rock hard cock.

I began gyrating my hips, riding him reverse cowgirl. I could feel him twitching beneath me, small subtle spasms that sent thrills surging through my body. Leaning forwards I started picking up the pace.

“That’s it,” Drake said, pushing his thumb up against my tight little arsehole. “Work those hips.”

Though I didn’t appreciate Drake telling me how to fuck – I’ve never had any complaints so far, I did as he suggested. The master bedroom was soon filled with the sound of our moans and cries of passion that must have filled the whole house. All consideration for Dylan had gone out of the window. Honestly, I often forget that Drake has a roommate; I think Drake remembers but just doesn’t care.

But as I was caught in the moment, something caught my eye. I turned to see Dylan standing in the open doorway. His face was an even brighter shade of red than before.

I gasped mid thrust, aware of his dick still pulsing inside me while my cunt tightened around him. Drake didn’t make an attempt to move as he continued gently tracing the entrance of my butt hole with his thumb. I couldn’t seem to bring myself to pull away.

“Sorry guys, I didn’t mean to scare you…” Dylan stuttered. “The door was open.”

I hadn’t realised. I had been too distracted by Drake.

“I just wanted…” Dylan continued.

“You coming to join us?” Drake interrupted him. Although I had my back turned, I could hear Drake rolling his eyes behind me, as if he didn’t realise why anybody would be feeling awkward right now.

Before Dylan or I could respond, Drake rammed his thumb right into my butt hole, causing me to cry out in a confusing mix of pain and arousal and humiliation. I hardly knew what was going on in that moment; the whole thing felt surreal. “See, Dahlia, don’t mind.”

“That’s not was I was… I…” Dylan blustered. Still, his eyes lingered on me bent over Drake while he filled me. I couldn’t help but notice his erection twitching beneath his shorts. Not that he was doing anything to hide it.

“Either way, suit yourself,” Drake cut him off again. Tired of me just sitting there like a horny deer in the headlights, Drake grabbed hold of my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as he thrust me up and down on top of him. Automatically, I began moving my hips, helpless to resist him and the feel of his cock pounding my insides.

“But I think it will take your mind off of moping about. And Dahlia doesn’t bite. She might suck, but she doesn’t bite. Much.”

Dylan looked at me as I rode up and down on his best friend’s dick. Normally, I would have been embarrassed, but as I said, I was helpless to resist Drake, whatever he subjected me to. Besides, I was getting increasingly turned on by Dylan watching, a look on his face I had never seen before. One filled with hunger and desire as he wondered how it must feel to fuck me. What about me had Drake calling me up almost every night?

“And she don’t mind. If she did. She would say something.”

I nodded. Drake was right. I didn’t mind, although he hadn’t asked me if i did. It’s amazing sometimes how much you can crave someone that frustrates you so much, and drives you so fucking crazy. Without realising what i was doing, I started angry fucking his dick – which only seemed to turn him on even more as he slapped my arse hard, watching the vibrations ripple. I cried out loud, arching my back.

That seemed to make up Dylan’s mind as he stepped into the room and stood at the foot of the bed. I reached across and pulled down his shorts and boxers and gasped out loud. Dylan’s dick fully hard and erect was much bigger than I had expected in both girth and length. I wasn’t expecting such a mild-mannered man to be hiding such a beast in his pants. Hesitantly, intimidated by the size, I reached out and began stroking his head. He was standing at an awkward angle to do much more.

Seemingly emboldened by my touch, Dylan climbed on the bed and knelt before me. His cock loomed in front of me, big and angry looking. Drake was practically thrusting me towards it as he bucked up his hips. I had no choice but to part my lips and take the head Dylan’s cock in my mouth. Dylan sighed as I ran my tongue over the tip.

“He’s a big boy ain’t he?” Drake said, pushing down on my back forcing me to take even more of Dylan in my mouth.

Dylan began to thrust, gently sliding his shaft in and out of my mouth, while I continued to ride Drake, and Drake continued to thumbing my arsehole. Slowly we began building up a steady rhythm as my neck and my hips thrust in unison. Dylan stroked my hair while Drake continued playing with my arsehole, both their cocks filling me from either end.

I was so grateful for Drake in that moment pushing me into doing something I never would have done otherwise.

Drake then grabbed my hips and lifted me off of him, and Dylan’s dick slipped out of my mouth, hitting me hard on the chin. It was like get thwacked by a bludgeon. Before I could ask Drake what he was doing, he had repositioned me so that his shaft was in line with my butt hole.

“Fuck!” I cried out in pleasure as his cock penetrated deep inside me. He had loosened me up enough so that I slid right down, my cheeks bouncing against him.

“Dahlia, are you OK?” Dylan asked. He looked genuinely concerned as he rested his hand on my shoulder. Be didn’t know me that well, yet.

“Never better,” I smiled. I knew right then what I wanted. A thought I had never dared entertain before, but I then knew that I needed. If I had wasted the opportunity I would never forgive myself for as long as I lived.

Leaning back, I layed flat on my back, sprawled across Drake’s naked chest. Then spreading my legs wide, I used two fingers to stretch my pussy as far as I could manage, giving Dylan a full view. As if reading my mind, Drake reached up and began playing with my breasts, pinching my nipples between his fingers while he kissed my neck.

“Dylan I want your monster cock inside my pussy, now,” I breathed, teasing my fingers along my opening.

Dylan knelt, breathing heavily, his brow beaded in sweat as he watched me playing with myself all for him, while Drake’s dick was still submerged deep in my arsehole. Motionless, poised and waiting.

“Are you sure?” Dylan eventually asked, licking his lips. I don’t even know if he was aware that he was running his hand along his shaft, flicking out drops of precum onto my stomach.

“Yes,” I replied moving my fingers to give him more room. Drake didn’t say anything, but then Dylan wasn’t talking to him, his eyes were fixed solely me.

“Tell me when to stop,” Dylan whispered, placing his hands down on the mattress at either side of me. He then lowered himself down between mine and Drake’s legs. The head of his cock knocked hard against my swollen lips. Dylan’s hesitated, and I quickly reached up and guided his beast of his cock inside me.

Taking my lead, Dylan shoved his way inside of me. He was so big I could feel him stretching me to my limit, but still he filled me more and more. Behind me, I could feel myself tensing round Drake’s cock as he laid beneath me, still teasing my tender nipples. I couldn’t help moaning and writhing as every inch of my body was sexually stimulated.

Wrapping my arms round Dylan’s neck, I pulled him in closer, forcing him in further and further, until he was unable to fit anymore inside my cramped little body. Maybe I could have taken all of him if wasn’t for Drake taking up room behind, but I wasn’t willing to part with either of them now that I had them both inside. Dylan paused unsure what to do and awaiting my direction.

“Fuck me,” I moaned writhing beneath the hefty weight of slender body, enjoying the sensation of being completely filled.

And he did. Slowly at first. Short, uncertain thrusts that caused Drake to twitch inside my tight little butt hole. But as Dylan grew more confident, encouraged by my moans of pleasure he started to fuck me longer and harder, working his lengthy shaft inside me like a well oiled piston. Each thrust pushed me deeper against Drake, pounding me against him. Drake’s hands continued to caress me, massaging my tits and drifting across my hips, and pressing against my throat.

Lifting one leg up, I managed to wrap it round Dylan’s waist, bringing him even deeper inside me than I thought was humanly possible. Every thrust made me aware of parts of me that I had never realised before. Beneath us, I could hear Drake’s breath growing more and more ragged, his breath tickling my earlobe as my arse kept on repeatedly slamming down on his throbbing dick. I wasn’t even aware of where his hands where anymore, it was as if he had some how managed to permeate my entire body and every inch of me was about to climax from touch.

“I’m going to cum soon,” Dylan suddenly called out.

“Me too,” I moaned.

Drake didn’t say anything, although his hold on me had became firmer and rougher. I knew he would leave marks but in that moment I didn’t care as my body writhed in pleasure from being penetrated at both ends. It felt raw and primal, but so right, as if I was discovering myself anew.

I think Dylan came first. It’s hard to tell with so much going on at once. With one final grunt, he slammed hard and forcefully into my pussy, almost collapsing on top of me. I came almost immediately afterwards, my back arching against Drake’s chest as my tits pointed up to the ceiling, brushing against his parted lips, wet with saliva.

I hadn’t noticed Drake had came, but I was suddenly aware of his cum trickling it’s way out of my arsehole. I suppose it must have been that final slam that sent him over the edge. I wonder how it felt for him having both Dylan and myself pressing down on top of him. As I laid there weakly still grinding my hips, I worked every last drop of cum out of them while they both kissed and caressed my sweaty, naked body.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/120syb3/d_is_for_double_penetration_mfm18threesomeoralanal