That time my friends seduced me with a Tumblr [MFM] [long]

There had been rumours about Taylor and Jamie for as long as I had been friends with them.

When the drinks were flowing freely—an environment in which my friends and I frequently found ourselves—it was common for a mention of their names to elicit a cheeky smirk, a shy smile, an exchange of furtive, knowing glances.

“They have a blog, you know…” slurred a friend one night, before being nudged into silence by their partner.

“Oh?” I chuckled, raising an eyebrow.

Intriguing as the idea was, I put it to the back of my mind. Rumours are merely rumours, and people are entitled to their business.

A few weeks later, I found myself the last one standing at the bar with Taylor and Jamie. The rest of our friends had retired earlier that evening, but the three of us seemed to be in the mood to keep things rolling, so we found a cozy booth in a quiet little dive bar and settled in.

“Heyyyyy…?” asked Taylor. “Is your number still…”

He recited my phone number; I nodded.

Soon, the effects of the drinks made themselves known and, stumbling out of the booth, I made my way to the men’s room to relieve myself. As I was washing my hands, I felt my phone vibrate.

A text message. From Jamie. Containing a link. To a tumblr.

I tapped. And was immediately greeted with a picture of one of my friends, bent over face-down on a bed, hands taped behind their back, with a bright purple butt-plug in their asshole and a devious grin on their face.

I scrolled further. Pictures, stories, videos. Typical sex-tumblr content, except almost all of it featuring my friends.

Evidently, they have a blog.

I returned to the table and sat down, making my best attempt at maintaining an air of nonchalance.

Taylor and Jamie leered at me, hungrily.

“So…” I said, taking a sip of my drink. “Your place or mine?”

Jaime grabbed my hand, and almost yanked my arm out of its socket as she stood up. Stumbling over ourselves in a rush to get out to the street, Taylor waved down an on-coming taxi, and jumped in the front seat.

Climbing over me to get in the back seat, I couldn’t help but notice the absence of panties under Jamie’s skirt as she awkwardly manoeuvred into place beside me.

As Taylor directed the driver, Jamie took my face in her hands and bought our lips together, kissing me with a heated urgency. Her hand went to the bulge in my trousers, and I felt Taylor’s hand creeping up my leg as he reached back from the front seat, desperate to be a part of the emerging passion.

Jamie’s tongue explored my mouth, the ball of her piercing providing tantalising suggestions of the sensations that were soon to follow.

At one point, the Taxi driver pulled over, got out of the taxi, and went to the back of the car to take a breath. Jamie used the moment to pull her pale tits out of an already-low-cut top and pinch her nipples, staring me in the eyes as they did so. I’m pretty sure the driver got a full view of the scene as he returned to his seat.

We made it into the house and raced inside. Closing the door, we erupted into a frantic mess of limbs, peeling off clothing, trading passionate kisses and clumsy gropes as we raced all the way to the bedroom.

Deep crimson walls, soft lighting, and thick curtains made their bedroom the perfect setting for the carnality that was to follow. Their bed was enormous, and left no doubt about what it was designed for. Anchor points were attached securely to each corner post, and ample coils of rope hung neatly from hooks mounted above the bed-head. An array of dildos, vibrators, and butt-plugs were strewn across the top of a tall-boy.

“This looks familiar.” I said, as I picked up one of the butt-plugs.

Jamie handed me a bottle of lube as Taylor climbed onto the bed and bent over, his smooth, hairless ass in the air, his cock swaying slightly as he wiggled his hips in invitation.

I leaned in and kissed his left buttock, and started gently massaging his balls with my hand. I heard him sigh. I leaned in and swirled the tip of my tongue around his asshole, enjoying the sound of his sigh transitioning into a moan.

As Taylor enjoyed the sensation of my tongue in his ass, I felt Jamie wrap her arms around me and lean in close.

“Why didn’t you tell us you were such a naughty boy?” she whispered. I looked up at her, and she kissed me, her tongue seeking out mine. Our mouths separated, and I returned my attention to Taylor’s ass.

Pouring a generous amount of lube over him, his shivers elicited a chuckle as the cold, slimy liquid glazed his asshole. I took the butt-plug and gently pushed it in and felt my cock harden as his ass swallowed it greedily. He moaned in pleasure as I gently tugged at it, his balls tucking themselves safely up against his hardening cock.

Jaime climbed on the bed and sat, leaning up against the bed-head. She spread her legs to reveal a vulva glistening wet with arousal.

“Are you going to suck my husband’s cock for me?” she purred.

“Nope.” I said, smacking Taylors ass. “He’s going to suck mine.”

Jamie’s eyes widened, and she clapped excitedly.

I reached forward, grabbed a fist-full of my friend’s hair and pulled gently. He leaned back and allowed me to guide him upwards. I caught his eye and raised my eyebrow. He nodded.

I pulled him towards my mouth, and kissed him passionately. I stepped back for a moment.

Sensing what I was about to ask, Jamie’s tone changed:

“Spanking and face-slapping is good. No closed fists, no broken skin. Pineapple if we need to take a moment. Lobster if we want to stop.”

I laughed at their choice in safewords. I leaned over and kissed Jamie.

“Thank you. I’m going to make your husband suck my cock now.”

Her eyes lit up in glee.

Taylor kneeled down in front of me. I took my cock and gently slapped it against the side of his face.

“Open wide, cowboy.” I said, as I slid the tip of my dick, wet with pre-cum, between his lips. His mouth opened hungrily and he stuck his tongue out, tracing a long line along the bottom of my dick from the base to the tip. His hand came up and gently pulled my foreskin back, his lips closed around me and I moaned in delight as my cock was engulfed by the moist warmth of his mouth.

He sucked gently, his hand massaging my balls. The deep baritone of his voice hummed around my cock as he moaned in pleasure while I gently caressed his cheek.

He looked up at me desirously. I had always thought he was cute, but I had never imagined that I’d ever see him from this perspective.

The familiar buzz of a vibrator started behind me, and I turned to see Jamie gazing at us with lust-filled eyes, gently massaging her clit with a beautiful, sleek, pink vibrator.

I made a mental note to compliment them on their taste in sex toys.

As if to regain my attention, I heard Taylor gag as he opened his throat and took my cock as deep into his mouth as he could. My knees buckled, and I reached out to the bed-post so I could maintain my balance.

The noise of the vibrator stopped, and moments later I felt hands spread my cheeks, and the familiar sensation of a tongue in my ass. I moaned in pleasure, and leaned into the bedpost. The tongue was replaced with a lubed-up finger, and my eyes rolled back as Jamie found my prostate.

“Has anyone ever told you guys that you’re a pair of fucking perverts?” I stammered in between groans of joy.

Jamie laughed. Taylor let my cock fall from his mouth. I looked down and saw the two of them kissing passionately—the kiss of a happy couple. I climbed up on the bed, laid down, and started gently stroking my cock.

“I want to watch you two fuck.”

My friends got up from the floor and looked at me, then each other.

“Actually, I was hoping I would get to watch you fuck Jamie”, said Taylor.

Before I had a chance to answer, Jamie had climbed up on the bed and was demonstrating just how effective a well-placed tongue piercing can be. I groaned in pleasure, and watched appreciatively as Taylor sat back in a chair and started masturbating.

It wasn’t long before Jamie had climbed on top of me and was lowering herself onto my cock. She bit her lip, closed her eyes, and savoured every moment as my length slid between her labia. When I was completely inside her, she gyrated her hips, leaning forward to gently rub her clit against my pelvis. Her head dropped forward and her curly ginger hair cascaded down, framing her delicate features beautifully.

She sighed, and when she opened her eyes, the lustful gaze had been replaced with a look of adoration; the wanton smirk yielding to a shy, vulnerable smile.

I thrust into her, and she moaned blissfully.

I thrust again, and watched the curves of her belly reflect the movement.

Her pale pink nipples sat on plump, round breasts; faint, faded stretch marks visible along the sides. I reached up and gently ran my fingertips around the edges of her areolae before softly squeezing her nipples. She whimpered.

Another thrust; she put her hands on my chest… I put mine on top of hers and slid one of them up her arm, pausing slightly as my fingers brushed across the small cluster of faded scars on her upper-arm. Her gaze shifted away from mine; the fingers of my other hand intertwined with hers; I squeezed her hand. She smiled, her eyes slightly moist.

“Taylor, “ called Jamie, softly. “Come here. We should tell him.”

She leaned in and kissed me as Taylor climbed onto the bed next to us. When she stopped, Taylor replaced her lips with his. Jamie resumed her fucking, slowly this time, squeezing me with her kegel muscles as she moved her hips up and down, the sensation of her warm, wet cunt sending waves of pleasure through my body with each squeeze.

“We’ve wanted this for a while.” said Taylor, his hand playing with my beard. Jamie paused, and leaned back to look at me.

“We’ve actually wanted… more… than this.” she stammered, nervously. A scarlet glow crept up her chest and spread across her face. After everything else we’d done that evening, this was making her blush?

I looked from Jamie to Taylor, and back again. They both looked back at me, a mix of apprehension and anticipation spread across their faces.

I reached up, and gently bought their faces to mine and kissed them, one at a time.

“An intriguing possibility.” I replied, smiling broadly.

A look of joy spread across their faces. One that was soon replaced with the familiar look of hungry lust.

Once more, Jamie returned to her attempts to coax an orgasm out of me with her pussy. She leaned forward, and I saw Taylor kneel behind her with the bottle of lubricant. I felt drops of cold wetness on my balls as he coated her asshole with the bottle’s contents before tossing it aside. Leaning forward on one hand, his cock in the other, he slid inside her ass in one slow, gentle, well-practiced move. She moaned loudly, ecstatic at the sensation of having two cocks inside her. I could feel every inch of his cock slide up against mine through the wall of her vagina.

Taylor held himself steady for the moment and let Jamie become accustomed to the sensation. Slowly, she started rocking back and forth on our cocks, gradually increasing the speed and intensity of her movement. Taylor and I worked to match her rhythm and before long we were operating in harmony, the three of us connected in bliss.

Jamie’s ragged breathing were the first signs of her orgasm. The frenetic spasms of her vagina around my cock were the second, which was enough to send me over the edge. I felt the familiar rush of ejaculation as I came, my cum filling her pussy.

“Oh!” cried Taylor. “You beat me, you assholes.” He slowly withdrew his cock from his wife’s ass, triggering another orgasm in Jamie as he did so.

Jamie rolled off me, and flopped over on the bed, giggly, cum-drunk, and deliriously happy.

I laughed. Taylor saw an opportunity, straddled my face and shoved his cock in my mouth. I opened as wide as I could and let him fuck my face, playing with his balls while he did so.

“Ohhhhhh, thazsofuckinghot!” Jamie slurred, her wanton gaze re-ignited, as her fingers furiously mashed against her clit.

It wasn’t long before Taylor’s thrusting became jerky and erratic. I felt his cock twitch against my tongue and a load of cum shot down my throat. When I gagged, Taylor pulled his cock out of my mouth and shot the rest of his load over my face.

“Asshole.” I laughed. “You got it in my beard,”

Taylor and Jamie laughed, and licked his cum off my face, taking it in turns to kiss me, and each other.

We fell asleep wrapped up in each-others arms, all of us utterly satisfied, excited at the prospect of what this new relationship could bring.

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