[FMM] When you find that perfect, big cock, you never want to let go

This is a continuation of my previous story you can find on my profile! Again, this is long so feel free to skip to any of the sexy parts but if you like the slow burn and all the context, please read on! Again, I did fictionalize some of the details and some of the story just to keep it more anonymous but the sexy details and my feelings throughout are what I remember!

**BACKGROUND**

As some of you have asked, here’s a quick description of myself! I’m 5’0, definitely slim (no boobs… but I do have a fat ass!), black hair, brown eyes. I’m Chinese (but grew up and born somewhere else) so hopefully that gives you all a good enough idea on who I am! Harry, my boyfriend, similarly is Chinese, 5’7, slim, black hair and brown eyes too. From the outside, definitely looks like a match made in heaven but on the inside, we are two freaks though it is great to be accepted here online. We had always been sexual and explored with each other but having the chance to do that with more people, that’s what these stories will be about!
Now after my first experience, I had taken a couple months break from looking to be physical with anybody other than my boyfriend. He met a couple people online and had his own experiences and I’m not gonna lie, I was jealous and turned on when he told me about them. Now he said it wasn’t as fun for him and I believe him but it is a weird feeling when your love tells you about how he was fucking the hell out of this girl that wasn’t me.
With our own personal sexy time, he often asked me about that first night. I would tease him with my tongue, his cock just on the edge of my lips as I described how that first big cock was so addicting and how I’d like to try again. This little tease with my lips, my tongue and my hands and my storytelling would be enough to have him absolutely bursting with cum while leaving me covered in a mess and realizing I wasn’t going to be getting dick that night. I have toys but sometimes you crave the real thing.
Anyways, as we continued to explore that fantasy, much more for his enjoyment, I quickly realized that he wanted me to go out again and find somebody new. Now I am not an extroverted person. Maybe I exude confidence in my writing but I am really awkward and not somebody who just goes out and flirts with guys with the anticipation of going back to their place and having a hot and steamy night. So I told him and he knew that too but little did I know he had a plan brewing that I would enjoy for many many nights to come.

We planned for a date night for the weekend and Harry had hinted that we may be doing something sexy that night. Now he’s bad at hiding things. From the nights leading up to it, conversations around threesomes were everywhere so I knew that he was thinking of us picking somebody up or he had somebody already planned. It was exciting to think about but all my worries about jealousy, having to spend equal time with each partner, is it going to be a boy or a girl? It all was coming to me and I knew that I was going to be a nervous wreck but if he’s having fun, I will too!

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**THE BUILD UP**

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The night came and I dressed up in a cute wool cardigan with a white shirt underneath and these leather tights that were a complete mistake for what was going to come that night. We had dinner and it was really nice, just the two of us. I kept anticipating somebody would show up or he would spring up the idea but he kept it very PG and romantic which just made me really happy. He then suggested we go to a wine bar later that night and we walked down the street, hand in hand, laughing about inside jokes and old experiences.
We arrived and he told me to grab a seat first as he said he’d go to the washroom (which was a lie). I sat down, distinctly remembering my white nail polish against the firm menu and just feeling the textured surface? My faded lipstick still leaving marks on the glass of water as the waitress asked if I was waiting for anybody else. Harry took a long time and I knew something was happening until I felt a hand rest on the top of my back and I looked up.
“Hi, I’m Jason. It’s nice to meet you, Trish”
I remembered the distinct cologne and the incredibly firm handshake from him. It was almost like he was just foreshadowing the power dynamic in our future relationship. Not a guy I’d usually go for (beard, brown eyes, caucasian, older) but I felt like I was almost taken aback by the effect he had on me. Harry appeared behind him and smiled and broke down the situation. Jason was a guy he met online and if things clicked and I was ok with it, he could be the first person to introduce us to a threesome.
Now throughout the night, Jason talked about who he was (about 6 years older, a young professional, single) and why he does these things. He loved the power dynamic and to be able to educate and show couples how to explore their sexuality and weirdly enough, it didn’t sound crazy to me. He rested his hand on my thigh almost the entire night as we talked and laughed and genuinely had a great time. At one point, Harry finally did use the washroom and it was just us and the eye contact was constant, confident and mesmerizing. I was just lost in it as he flirted with me and rubbed my thighs as my other hand rested on top of his. I remembered earlier in the night the fear of judgment from others at the bar that night but at that point, it didn’t matter at all to me. I was sold.
Harry returned with the bill paid and mentioned we can go back to Jason’s for the night to have more drinks. We walked out and Jason immediately had his hand around my waist as we walked home, his hand occasionally venturing down to my ass. My body almost perking up with each grab as I’d look up and smile as if to say “Hey, not here!”. Before long, we arrived at Jason’s building, entering the elevator and the doors finally closed. The red glow of the elevator button, 17th floor, still is an easy memory for me as it became a constant place I visited in the future. Jason stood on my left and Harry on my right, where Jason bent over and whispered but definitely audible for Harry:
“That ass is mine tonight”
**THE SEXY PARTS**
My body heated up almost immediately to the point where the moment we entered his front door, I turned to face him, gave him the look and we started devouring each other. Our hands ventured across each other’s bodies as he unbuttoned his shirt while my cardigan laid ontop of our shoes by the doorway. My white nails dug into his chest, feeling his body underneath, almost scratching it in anticipation. We ended up on the couch, him on top of me kissing my neck as I looked over to Harry who began to strip down, seeing he was getting excited watching us. Not too long after, we were stripped down, clothes scattered across Jason’s floor as I sat on the couch.
It was a sight, seeing both Harry and Jason hard and in front of me as I remained seated, both hands around their hardness. I love Harry’s cock, it remains my favorite to this day but Jason’s was something that drew animalistic lust from my insides. Maybe it was the cologne or the sexual tension we had all night or maybe it was just his confidence. In reality, it probably was the fact that it was a big fat cock, one that would sometimes make me tear up when he’d be fucking me senseless. I used my mouth on both of them, my lipstick at that point completely gone, my tongue working up and down the shaft of each while my hands worked on the other.
I could see in Harry’s eyes that he was just lost everytime I had my lips on Jason’s cock. His body would react much harder when my hands moved along his to the point that he came quickly into my hand as my tongue ran along Jason’s shaft. Admittedly the next few moments were a blur but I remember Harry giving me some napkins to clean up the mess on my hand and floor, him going to the washroom cleaning up and for me to be on the couch, ass up and being ready to be fucked from behind by Jason. We knew we didn’t want to start until Harry came back which just meant feeling that cock tease the edge of my pussy for what felt like ages until we made eye contact with Harry and Jason pushed himself into me.
At that point, our night became an animalistic mess. We fucked on the couch, he picked me up and fucked me in the air, he threw me onto the rug in the living room only for me to ride him and he came on my ass. Harry was ready again and fucked me on the bed as I had Jason’s soft cock teased between my lips. We showered and Jason fingered me in the shower while our tongues tasted each other before we went to bed and finally in the middle of the night, Jason woke me up, took me to the washroom and we brushed our teeth and fucked again in the living room. It is one of those things you don’t forget and the taste of that mint toothpaste still brings me back memories of fucking at Jason’s place since it became almost tradition for our late night escapades.
I woke up with puffy eyes, my clothes nowhere to be seen with the sound of the shower running. Harry and I looked at each other and just laughed, honestly not realizing what we got ourselves into. Later that day, he told me he loved that I enjoyed myself and that I should pursue this more if I am interested (which I obviously was). He continued to bring up how I would act different during sex including the way I’d move or kiss to the way I moaned. I didn’t realize it at the time but I learned that at least for me, sometimes it’s hard to fully let go and give up that persona of a loving girlfriend into a complete slut for your boyfriend. But for a purely physical encounter and especially one with chemistry, it is almost too easy.
I later texted Jason throughout that day (mostly PG) and he mentioned that he was interested in seeing me again. Now I didn’t want to give it to him so quickly, I felt that there needs to be a balance between your boyfriend and your lover so I jokingly suggested he join me for a morning run rather than something “sexier”. Little did I know that would lead to more escapades during our run and the start of a long lasting “relationship” with Jason.
Hope you liked the story! Please write comments or give me feedback on how any of the writing was and obviously let me know if it turned you on! If this does get enough traction, I’ll be sure to write about our run and more of my adventures!

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