[M]y late best friend wrote my sexual bucket list and I finished it [MFF](PART 6 The Finale)

Alright! You made it through to the finale! Im so glad I journaled alot of this so I could put it all into one collective recounting of this amazing time in my life. You guys are awesome and I definitely plan to share some of the tales of mischief Sam and I used to get into aswell, but first let’s finish this one out.

So when we left of I had been playing the FWB milk man to my bi besties, Sara and Kaley, for a little over a month. We had all gone on a camping trip with friends that soon turned to gonewild with the help of some mild hallucinogenic fungi, beer, and a whole lot of sexual tension. Unfortunately we couldn’t seal the deal without the other campers interrupting. Sara had approached me with a proposition that would finally help me complete my bucket list challenge from Sam.

The rest of the day after the camping trip I spent cleaning my house, composing playlists, watching my phone, and succumbing to rabid bouts of masterbation. I mostly edged myself seeing just how far I could take it before I couldn’t stand it anymore. It was almost evening by the time I got a call from Kaley.

“Hey, can I come over?” She sounded agitated.

“Yea, I’m home, everything alright?”

“I’ll explain when I get there.”

“Cool, back door is open”

“See you soon.”

Oh fuck, this doesn’t sound good. My brain was scrambling with all the possibilities of what could have gone wrong.

I was sitting in my office smoking and awaiting my near certain doom when I heard the screen door bang open and closed. Followed by the clack of heels up the wooden stair case.

Kaley stood in my doorway, dressed to the nines in a little black dress and bright red heals. Bright red lipstick popping out while her tounge ran menacingly across her teeth behind.

“When were you going to tell me?” She barked with her arms crossed.

“Tell you what?” I was going to play dumb as long as I could. I’m a chickenshit. I know…

“Don’t fuck with me.” She threw her purse down on the desk and charged me on the futon. She threw her leg up all in one fell swoop, and dug the point of her heel in just under my collar bone.

“How long have you been fucking her?” She yelled, towering over me. Her teeth bared in contempt and rage.

“Jesus fuck that hurts, about as long as I’ve been fucking you! Did she tell you? Did you tell her?”

“Shut the fuck up.” She removed her heel from my chest, reached up her dress and dropped a pair of red lace panties, tossing them onto the table, then grabbed me by my shirt collar and pulled me towards her off the couch.

“Down.” She said forcefully, pointing at the floor. I dared not disobey. She threw the same leg up onto the edge of the couch and stood above me. She grabbed the back of my head and shoved it into her pussy as she stood there seething.

“Does her pussy taste as good as mine?”

I tried to pull back from my task to answer, but she shoved me back in before I could respond.

“I told you to shut the fuck up.”I ate her already soaking pussy like my life depended on it. I was fucking terrified, and so God damned hard it hurt. Just what the fuck happened with them?

“Get up.” She barked again. As soon as I stood up she pushed me back onto the couch pointed at my pants.

“Off.”

I wordlessly ripped the athletic shorts I had on down, totally speechless at this point. My cock practically jumping as it throbbed.

She climbed on top and immediately started bucking and rolling into me. I was completely and helplessly pinned to the couch.

“Does her pussy feel as good as mine?”

I couldn’t have responded if I tried. I was still reeling in utter shock at the revelation that atleast one of them had found out. She pulled the front of her dress down and smashed my face into her huge tits, still grinding away in my lap.

Remember how I told you I’d been edging pretty much all day? Yea… that didn’t help. It wasn’t long before I was on the verge of cumming.

As if she were a mind reader, she ripped me off her chest and pinned me to the couch with her hand on my throat, still riding me angrily. My climax was ripping through me now and I let out a growl as it ran its course. It felt like I came for hours, shaking and twitching as I unloaded myself into her. Her expression never changing from anything but white hot disdain.

She got up when I was done and grabbed her purse from the desk. Throwing the strap up over her shoulder. “The next time you cum, it’s going to be in me. Understood?” I nodded yes in response, utterly destroyed and gasping for air.

“Good. Well it’s date night, Sara’s on her period waiting in the car, and we’re running late.” She reached down and flicked a desk drawer open, pulling Sara’s panties out and tossing them next to hers on the coffee table.

“By the way, I already knew. I was just waiting for one of you to crack.” I still to this day have never seen a more lethal grin than the one on her face at that moment.

HOLY SHIT!

She strutted off out the door and down the stairs. I was still catching my breath and trying to process just what in the 7th circle of Hell had happend. How long had she known? Did Sara know that Kaley and I had been fucking? Which one of us had cracked first? Was Kaley a literal fucking demon in possession of my soul at this point?

I looked at my phone and saw a text from Sara. “Next weekend, you’re all ours.”

Fuck. Yes.

I operated on autopilot for the next 6 days, still pondering what exactly happened between the two to have caused that scene with Kaley. I worked, worked out, ate, slept, and smoked my everliving brains out in anticipation for the final leg of this bucket list gauntlet. Saturday rolled around and I was groomed, hydrated, and waiting on a call.

“Meet us at the bar around 8.” Sara texted that afternoon.

“Sounds good.” I replied.

When I arrived they were holding court with a group of gawkers in the corner, I grabbed a drink and some shots from the bar before heading over.

“Sup stud?” Sara said as I approached, giving me a casual pat on the ass. I hadn’t looked at Kaley yet, but I could feel her murderous gaze on me as I greeted her girlfriend. I then turned to Kaley nervously and handed her a shot.

“A peace offering? How diplomatic.” She said. Venom on every word. It felt like trying to hand feed a Rattle Snake.

The night went on and tensions eased. We fell back into our usual banter and dynamics. Suddenly everything felt normal for a second, until the excitement of the coming events came back to mind.

Sara kept grabbing my ass when no one was looking, and Kaley shot me looks followed by blowing a kiss and a quick wink.

Midnight approached and we were all a little tipsy at this point. But still in control of our wits. Sara looked at Kaley, then me and motioned towards the door with a nod. I nodded my head back in agreement and she grabbed Kaley’s hand to head out and hail a cab.

The ride was probably only 10 minutes at most but it felt like hours of tortuous anticipation. I was already half erect by the time we crawled out the cab doors and headed to there apartment door.

Sam, man. I hope you’re watching, or atleast cheering. Don’t be a perv, or do. It doesn’t matter, I’m busy.

We entered in silence, taking our shoes off and setting our things down. I was in the middle of setting my sneakers on the shoe rack when, in typical Sara fashion, I was promptly shoved against the front door and mauled. Kaley was close behind, smirk and all.

“You ready for this fucker?” Sara said as she dropped down from her tip toes and releasing me from her kiss.

“You bet your asses,” I gestured towards the stairs, “Lead the way ladies”Kaley giggled evily and grabbed my hand, leading me up the narrow spiral stairs with Sara close behind.

The rest is history, they rode me off into the sunset with the money from the bank job, and never got caught. Happily ever after. Fin.

Naaaah, lol. You think I’d do you like that after reading this much? What followed was one of the most seemless and smoothly executed threesomes I have ever had the privilege of being a part of.

When we entered the room, I was alight with nerves. Group situations are always exciting. I don’t care how many times you’ve done them, it’s always exhilarating. My ragged edges were soon calmed by the caring embrace of my two dear friends.

Kaley went to put some music on and adjust the mood lighting, a couple black lights on the wall. The Deftones – “You’ve Seen the Butcher” now playing in the glow.

Sara pulled me around by the arm to face her, grabbing my cheeks and pulling me in for a heavy tongued kiss. Kaley crept up behind me running her hands up and down my front in soft slow strokes. My hands fell down to the button of Sara’s jeans. Kaley’s hot breath still on the back of my neck as her hands became mine, undoing my belt and sliding my shorts down.

It wasn’t long before we were all in the nude. I was still sandwiched between the two when Sara knelt down to take me in her mouth. Kaley’s hands stroking and petting her as Sara worked her magic. This time she was just as aggressive but her pace was less huried, bobbing her head to the slow grinding beat of the music.

“She’s such a good girl, isn’t she?” Kaley whispered in my ear as she watched from behind. Her fingers running through Sara’s hair.

“Such a good girl.” I moaned. This was fucking perfection.

“Tell her what a good girl she is.”

“You’re such a good girl Sara.”

“GWAHHH, you like the way I suck his dick baby?”

“You look so pretty with his cock in your mouth baby, suck it good for me.”

Oh, alright. THAT’S what kind of party this is. I was absolutely hooked. Kaley had the reigns firmly in her hands and I was more than okay with that. The complete and drastic dynamic change between the two, that I had only had the privilege of witnessing separately, felt simply hypnotic to watch as a unit. We were all in perfect sync now.

Once I had been throughly drenched in Sara’s thick saliva, Kaley pulled me back to sit on the bed. I laid with my head in her lap as Sara climbed on top. She sat there riding me slowly and grinding while Kaley stroked my hair and cheered her on.

“You look so sexy riding his dick like that baby. Tell her she looks sexy J.”

“She’s beautiful, she makes me feel so good Kaley”

“Mmhmm, she sounds so wet. Let me get a taste of you baby.”

Sara took me out and knelt at the side of the bed as Kaley crawled over the top of me into a 69 position. She ran her tongue up and down the side of my cock with Sara’s face only inches away. I remember the feeling of their hot breath on my legs giving me the most intense case of goosebumps.

They took turns riding me slowly, only stopping to lick the other off me before jumping back on. If they were using me as a sex toy with a pulse, I was not upset with playing that part. Occasionally they’d meet in the middle to make out with my cock between the two of them. I wish I could have witnessed it, but I was usually buried face deep in one of there asses trying to eat my way out.

Kaley had just gotten finished with her turn when she laid down on her back. Sara pounced on her, diving face first into her girlfriend’s dripping wet pussy. I took the opportunity to fuck Sara doggy style, her gorgeous ass was just too inviting not to. I loved the way I could bounce myself off her cheeks. It always seemed like the harder I went the more she loved it.

Kaley toyed with Sara’s hair, moaning to her lover as I toiled away behind.”Ooo baby, you’re so sexy getting fucked and eating my pussy. Do you want to make me cum baby?”

I about blew my load several times listening to them. The dirty talk was like being in the middle of a porn production, with the exception that it all felt so intentful and sincere. That’s what made it so amazing.Just when I thought I couldn’t handle anymore. Kaley motioned for me to come to her, softly moving Sara to the side. I got on top of her from the side of the bed as Sara stood behind. She reached around and aimed me into Kaley as she continued to kiss and nibble at my back.

She grabbed both my hips and pinned herself to me as I plunged in and out of Kaley, faster and faster, almost as if she were using my cock to fuck Kaley. I was soon at my limits.

“I think he’s gonna cum baby.”

“Are you gonna cum for us J? Cum inside her pussy, I want to lick it up when you’re done.”

Sara took a half step back and started using my momentum to dribble me like a basket ball into Kaley. It was the catalyst I didn’t need to create an orgasm of epic proportions.

I’m typically a growler/grunter at the most when I climax, but Holy shit, I was practically screaming at this point.

As soon as I finished Sara ripped me back, practically throwing me, and dove in to suck out whatever she could of my load from Kaley.

I collapsed on the bed beside Kaley, exhausted as all hell and covered in sweat. She caringly kissed my forehead and started stroking my head as I lay on her side. Both of us watching Sara at work.

When Sara had her fill she joined us on the bed in a pile, taking the other side of my chest as she sprawled out. We let the ceiling fan cool us down as we lay in the glow of the lights. Blissful doesn’t even begin to describe the feeling. We smoked a joint and caught our breath as the music played, kissing, stroking, and caressing eachother in the ebb and flow of our dopamine high.

We stayed up laughing, playing, and fucking, till we heard birds chirping outside the window and daylight peaking through the gaps in the blackout curtains. We raided the pantry for munchies and water, giggling and groping eachother the whole time, before returning to their room to fall asleep in eachothers grasp.

We all played together more than a few times that Summer. I think Kaley really enjoyed her role as the ringmaster in our little circus, while Sara liked expressing her more submissive and supportive role instead of wearing her “alpha hat” as she called it.

All good things come to an end though. I started working more and more on the weekends when school was back in session, they became busy with their own classes and other demands of life as college students. I met a girl I really liked and decided to date her, foregoing our triplet activities for my own emotional endeavors.

Sara and Kaley are no longer dating, but all of us still remain supportive friends to this day, rejoicing in the accomplishments and milestones reached by the others. We’ve joked about having a “reunion” of sorts several times, but we all live in opposite corners of the country now, so logistically its just unlikely.

I’ll always remeber that summer as one the most chaotic and sinfully satisfying times of my life. I visited Sam alot to update him on the goings on, and to remind him that not another living soul besides myself knew of our mischievous pact. Even to this day I’ve never mentioned it to the girls. You, my dear reader, are likely the only ones beside myself and Sam that knew of that late night stoner conversation on the living room couch many moons ago.

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