*Some days tend to surprise you. I didn’t go over to my boyfriend’s place with the thought that I’d wind up licking at his fiance’s dick and labia, desperate to get them to squirt against my lips while he shoved my face in further. I didn’t expect to whimper as he slowed his thrusts because it was only fair that I needed to tongue fuck them good enough and make them scream to earn a good fucking. Life just tends to surprise you sometimes, but I’m getting ahead of myself, aren’t I?*
*^([Enby non-binary partner = afab and prefers dick/cock to describe their genitals namely the clitoris. Besides clits are just more efficient dicks anyway.])*
Things began with a cuddle. S and I were on the couch, and he’d undressed after board games and vanilla hanging out. Ya know, I am very fond of touching him. I don’t think he notices but sometimes I try to see how many freckles I can cover with my fingertips. I like to just trace his shoulders, and find ways to press myself against him. I’m not a clingy girl, but sometimes touch is everything especially if I’m horny. So as he was laying on me with my tits pressed against him and my arms around him. I started to feel that hunger, that desire to explore and be explored. And his fiancé had been feeling particularly…frisky that day. It’d been clear since I’d gotten to their place. They seemed riled up, even frustrated by how riled up they were, and it was clear at some point they’d need an outlet.
I don’t quite remember how it happened, but when A come over they wrapped their hand around S’s cock and began to stroke. I watched over his shoulder, listening to the relaxed sighs as his cock grew harder. I could feel that distinct tension building in his body and aura. That intensity of craving, of taking, of having that pure drive to sexual satisfaction. Watching A’s eyes turn hungry, hearing that tone of playful seduction in their voice. Maybe it’s the voyeur in me, but seeing pleasure and that lust is exquisite. It’s fascinating watching long time lovers. Their familiarity, their sexual flow, the way bodies know what they need and what they’re going to get. It’s sweet and sexy. It gets me wet more often than not.
Of course it wasn’t long before the inevitable question, shall we go upstairs? Oh yes, was the only rational answer.
In moments we were heading up to the side room, and S climbed on the bed. Comfortable and naked. I’m a demure girl about my voyeurism, but he made for nice eye candy. There’s something very freeing when you’re pulling off your dress and panties, and watching someone else do the same. A is cute. Lovely breasts, lovely eyes, a nice butt. So when I looked across the room and saw them undress I felt a hunger to explore. Bodies. Landscapes of aching want and delicious need. Truth be told, I’m very awkward in threesomes. Ok not “very” but there is this nervous quiet excitement. The impending possibilities make your heart start to race, the warm tingle between your legs extends to that carnal part of the brain that you can’t deny. Can’t resist.
He pulled me in sucking and licking at my overly sensitive nipples and for a moment I think I would have cum if he kept that up. Eventually he let go, all smiles, as he leaned back and got comfortable. I savored the moment as I climbed on the bed, and watched as A once again stroked S. I do love that man’s cock. The rest of him is pretty amazing too, but his cock is…addictive. Watching A’s work made me want to wrap my greedy mouth around my boyfriend’s cock. My oral fixation drives so much of my brain, but I couldn’t help but want to watch…to take it in as much as I wanted to, well, take it *in*. He pulled me closer and I looked over at him. His smile, and that look that said ‘I’m gonna enjoy every second of this’ drove its way into my body, stoking the fire.
Next thing I know we’re kissing, and all I’m aware of is that desire burning its way through my core as my pussy tingles with need. When our lips parted, and with my hands caressing him, he looked at A and said something akin to “Why don’t we let [me] do what she does best, and you sit on my face?”
A enthusiastically agreed and as they took position over S, I happily scooted down to his cock.
In seconds a needy croon of “Oh yeah,” drawn out from A fills my ears and the murmurs of approval from S. Even from that vantage point the show is lovely. A’s ass is very nice to admire, and knowing S was getting every groan and moan from them only motivated me. My prize awaited. His cock needed appreciation, and I happily put my warm mouth around it. The feeling of his girth between my lips made my whole body feel flush and my wet pussy throbbed. More. I needed more. Centimeter by centimeter, inch by inch, I took him deeper, studying the unique contours of his cock with tender attention. Oral sex shouldn’t be a chore. It is an act of mindful worship, of appreciating the body with the fullest senses. I curled my tongue, I lapped and licked, and dove down on that cock like he was the only sustenance in the world. So the groan and the little leg shake I got were well earned. It seemed like this spurred him on. He licked and lapped away, continuing as I used my lips, tongue, and hands to stroke and suck and slather.
I’d look up and watch A as they looked down, as they asked if S liked licking their dick while I worshiped his cock. They chuckled and said “She really likes sucking you. ” and I got this feeling that they were thinking “And I know how it feels.” I could wax poetic about how awesome it is to be witness and participant to non-binary sexy time, and give some great blah blah blah. I’ll settle for this: It’s fucking hot and when you hear that seductive hungry timber to it? Well. Nuff said. I began to find my pace, licks and strokes of the tongue then warm wet mouth, sucking and rubbing. Committing the feeling of S’s cock in my mouth to memory while he eked out every bit of pleasure he could from A. The sounds of wet slurps and cries of pleasure filled the room.
I’m pretty sure A came a few times. “Mm, “ I said with a little chuckle “Someone’s having a good time”. S chuckled and A gave a half dazed “mmmhmm” before their breath began to quicken again. Hearing someones ecstatic whimpers and moans as their body falls into pleasure makes my whole body feel electric. It’s like I can feed on that raw pleasure racking their body. A part of my brain demands I bow and suck every drop of precum out of his cock and I’m a woman possessed. I want to be fucked but I don’t want to take his cock out of my mouth. It feels like it belongs shoved down my throat like every inch was made to fit between my lips and against my tongue. My pussy and mouth are hungry and fighting and fuck I just want *more* of everything.
After another shudder or two A climbed off his face, and S told A “I want you to taste yourself on me” and I got the rather delicious sight of them making out a bit. Eventually A sprawled out beside S, watching as I slurped his cock. I smiled then continued my sucking, wishing I was at a better angle to grab a titty, but not wishing to break my sucking rhythm. I glanced down at S and saw his hands working their way inside A. I watched intently as he fingered them and my pace picked up considerably as my arousal grew higher. The sound of gushy wet pussy is a great one. I wanted to taste. And to my luck S wanted the same.
To paraphrase he suggested “How about [Me] sucks your dick while I fuck her. How does that sound.“ I sat up, wiping the thick drool smeared around my mouth before saying “Yay”. A scooted up the bed and I rolled onto my belly. He watched as we got situated and I spread A open.
Of course, the eagerness took over. I needed to suck and lick. I needed to make them both feel good. The world became only that. And my purpose was to please. I dove in, lapping at their dick, licking and sucking. If I’m honest I’m still new to afab parts. I love them, but really this was a great opportunity because I wanted to make A’s knees shake. I like A. They’re cute and really nice and we can joke around. We’re very different people but I’m glad we can be friends…and sometimes two friends fuck, and fuck hard. A’s hands wound in my hair, and that alone made me melt. S pulled my legs together, got on top of me as he stroked my ass, and took position.
I shivered as the tip of his cock found my opening, and when he thrust in a wave of pleasure washed over me. My spirit may have briefly left my body because there’s a reason I worship his cock. When he thrusts he finds those spots that make a body want to explode. In fact he’s the only man whose made me feel like I’m going to squirt or gush just from him fucking me. Those subtle angle shifts and thrusts nearly make me go cross eyed. My wet sloppy pussy is getting fucked into submission. My hands tremble. My breath catches in my chest. He should fuck me like that forever!
But he really makes it fucking hard to multitask. My fingers and tongue slip as I moan against A’s wetness. That just won’t do.
“If you want me to keep fucking you nice and hard, then you better make them moan.”
I let out a mostly unintelligible “yes sir” while trying to work my tongue over A, whose response is their grip tightening in my hair.
I alternate from slurping the wetness from their folds to sucking, but when he hits my g-spot over and over my attention slips. It’s not fair! It really isn’t fair! Who can work under these conditions?
“If you want me to keep fucking you, you have to keep going,” The pout of frustration doesn’t last long because the next thing I know I’m trying to really dive in. He pushes my head in more, and when I find a technique of rubbing and stroking while licking and slurping. The cry of pleasure A let’s out is sweet music. “That’s it,” S purrs, and the combination has me working like a greedy little thing. He fucks me hard.
“Do you like being between us?”
“Oh I think she does.” A coos.
“Do you like being a little toy?”
The shiver that roles through me makes me suck A’s dick extra hard.
A groaned “She definitely does!”
A and him teased me more. Chuckling as they used me like the good little thing I am. The words all blur in my mind but even as I type this I feel this little residual tingle down my spine like they imprinted the pleasure in me. They could use me forever. A cock-sleeve. A cute dirty little cocksucker. All I could think was let me be whatever you want. Use me. A’s cries as I slurp and lick until I get that little leg twitch I love to give. S’s growls as he takes me and holds A’s legs wide as they tense. My pussy is so tight and he spreads me so nicely, I can feel the tension knotting up inside me. More. I need to savor this taste, this pleasure on both my lips. **More**. It’s all I think. Licking and sucking is all I exist for beyond being a fuck toy.
Then A breaks for me, gushing against my mouth. Once then twice. Such perfection as it rushed over my tongue. Soon that tightness bubbled up and exploded within. My cunt twitched around his cock and my whole world became nothing but ecstasy. My cunt milked his cock desperately, wanting to take him deeper, harder, as if my whole body was begging to be broken by him. More. I kept licking, kept being fucked.
And then I felt the tell tale signs. How hard his thrusts were. How his growls and groans took on a certain tone. I needed it. Wanted it. I was their cumdumpster, their cumbucket, their fleshlight. Squirt in my mouth! Shoot your load in my cunt! It’s everything I need. Feed my hunger please. Then I felt it. The twitching between my velvety walls, the warmth intensifying. And when he came I fell over the edge again. Cumming, purring at the mixture of pleasure given and pleasure taken. Sometimes I forget how much of a slut I am…and then I remember.
When he pulled out I kept licking and sucking until I got another little gush and my mouth grew tired. He laid out beside us and I scooted back, face covered in cum and drool. My brain spun. In truth this was my second threesome in under 24 hours. The chemicals in my brain had me high as a kite. I licked my lips and wiped my face, and tried to catch my breath. But these two left their fuck toy in a daze.
In truth, I’m not big on threesomes. Nothing against them. I always enjoy them but I rarely seek them out. I swing but I’m not a big swinger. Still, if I’m really honest with myself I hope this happens again some time.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/102efmx/threesome_with_myself_f_boyfriendm_and_his_fiancé