[M/F/MtF][Light BDSM] My First Threesome

**tl;dr: Had a crazy awesome kinky threesome. If you just want to skip to the sexy parts, start in the third section. It’s still pretty long though.**

This past weekend was a wonderful, incredible time full of first-time experiences and fulfilled fantasies. I described the occasion to a friend over text message and I realized that this story was probably remarkable enough (and hot enough) to warrant sharing with a wider audience. This is my first time trying to write anything out like this, and I have no idea if I’ll be any good at it. I’ll be anonymizing the story as much as possible, but I will also be trying to relate this as accurately as possible. I don’t *want* to embellish, but this event is already a blur of emotions and touches and sensations in my memory and I can’t promise I’ll get everything in a truly factual order or relate everything with perfect accuracy.

First, I guess an introduction is in order. I am a 24 year old transgender woman. I’m polyamorous, bisexual, kinky (*very* submissive), and I think I’m pretty fucking done with trying to hide any part of my identity or hold back in my desires or experiences. I did that for far too long, and ever since I came out as trans about a year and a half ago, my life has been a challenging but overall wonderful cascade of new experiences and interesting adventures. I don’t know if I’m living my life to the fullest, but I sure am trying to.

I am currently dating 5 people to varying degrees of seriousness. (If that sounds like too many, that’s because it probably is. I’m managing, but I am what one might call “poly-saturated”.) This story directly involves none of them. Instead, it involves two new friends, whom I shall call Marcus and Alice because for reasons I don’t understand those were the first two names that popped into my head that I don’t think belong to anyone I know in real life. I thought about going with John and Jane. No offense to anyone named John or Jane, but your names are boring.

It is probably worth noting somewhere in here that I had never had traditional sexual contact with a man before – I didn’t realize I was bi until relatively recently, quite a while after I came out as trans. Two of my partners are men, but those are new relationships and we have been taking things slow for a variety of reasons I don’t need to get into.

I met Marcus and Alice (see, that just *sounds* sexier than John and Jane) when two of my partners invited me to come to a rope bondage class. Marcus was instructing the class, and Alice, his partner, was to be the model. I won’t delve into too much detail about the events of that day – this story isn’t about that – but suffice it to say that while chatting with them after the class, I apparently intrigued them both. They certainly interested me (the class was *hot*). We exchanged contact information, and before long we had plans. They would be coming back into town, and they wanted to play.

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The plan was two nights. The first would be a sort of get-to-know-you thing. The second would be all the fun. They don’t live particularly close-by; they had traveled here for the class and it was only luck that had them coming back so soon for other plans that would happen during the day.

I could go into great detail about the first night, because it was amazing, but it also isn’t the story that I came here aiming to tell. They arrived much later than they originally intended, well after midnight, but still invited me to come spend time with them anyway. They had booked a very high-end hotel downtown, and as I made my way up to their room, I realized how nervous I was. I barely knew these people and I was meeting them, alone, in the middle of the night. I knocked at the door.

The second it opened, I felt a wave of relief and of safety. Alice had answered it with a smile and a hug, wearing her pajamas. We all cuddled and talked quietly on their hotel room bed, while a movie played in the background. There was some kissing, some gentle touching. Mostly we just enjoyed each other’s company. The thing that stuck out for me so much that evening was how safe and comfortable I felt around these people I barely knew. It was too late and I was too tired to drive home. I fell asleep, snuggled between their bodies.

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The next day, when they were ready to go about their plans, I went home. We had agreed to meet together at their hotel in the evening, and then go out to dinner together. The wait was agonizing. I tried to eat some lunch, but didn’t have much of an appetite. I got dressed in my very favorite date outfit, did my make-up, and waited. When I finally got the text message that they were ready, I think I actually ran to my car. I’m pretty impressed I made it; I was wearing heels.

Dinner was lovely. Thai food. We talked about a variety of kinky things at the table, and didn’t really shy away from all being affectionate to each other in public, which was its own kind of fun. At one point in the conversation, Alice mentioned that she’d never really enjoyed receiving oral until she was with Marcus, and I remember meekly asking if she enjoyed it with other people since then or if she’d even want to because like, you know, if she were interested I certainly wouldn’t complain if she sat on my face.

That got a *wonderful* reaction out of both of them.

We walked back to the hotel, all holding hands and acting cute and affectionate. When we made it back, we didn’t start into anything right away. We’d eaten a lot, and rigorous deviant sex is a bit like swimming; best to wait thirty minutes.

Very gradually, we started kissing more, touching more, getting more intimate. I had already expressed before these events that I wanted to be tied up, so I guess when Marcus decided he was ready, he leaned close and growled in my ear, “You know, the way I’m going to tie you up, clothes are really going to get in the way.” I, of course, enthusiastically sprang to my feet and stripped. I’m new to this but I know a good command when I hear one.

Then I just lay back on the bed, while they got things out of their ginormous boxes of toys. Seriously, so many toys. Two big pieces of luggage full of them; one full of rope and toys and lube; the other a hard plastic case filled with whips and floggers and, I honestly am not even sure what else. Spoiler alert: Sorry to disappoint, but we didn’t use the floggers or whips or anything like that. In fact I don’t even think I was spanked. The most pain I remember (and I’d remember it, I’m sort of a pain slut) at any point in the evening was Alice biting my thighs; they wanted to be more gentle with me the first time we played.

They both came over to me. Marcus said something to me, something very important. I really wish I could remember his exact words, but I can’t. The essence of it was this: “You are safe. You are cared for.”

He started tying me up, first by binding my hands together and hanging them on…I don’t really know. Something sturdy on the wall above the bed that certainly wasn’t meant for this, but it got the job done. While he tied me, Alice was all over me. She kissed me and licked me and nibbled at my flesh, all over, making her way down my body. She played with my small but very sensitive tits, and made me moan.

Around the same time Marcus was working on tying my legs so that I could neither close them nor stretch them, Alice started sucking on me. I think I remember her saying something like “such a pretty girl cock” and it made me very happy. Her tongue explored lower until she was rimming me. *Holy fuck* it felt good; this was another first time experience for me. I’d done it to other people and wanted to experience it myself for so long, but as she went down on me I realized that this was the first time it had actually happened.

When he was mostly done tying me up, he started touching me and playing with me, and she got up, crawled on top of me, and started grinding on my face. It seemed that she remembered my request at dinner. I’m not sure how long it went on. She tasted amazing, and I lost myself in the flavor and the sensations. Some time later (this might be my favorite part!) he told her to turn around, so that she was sitting on my face, facing the rest of my body and on all fours. He crawled behind her and started fucking her, only inches from my mouth.

I was bound, and couldn’t move much, but I tried my best to lick them both as much as I could, just to add to the experience. Every now and then, he would pull out of her and put it in my mouth just long enough to make me want both more of his cock and more of the way she tasted. The way I was tied up, my legs were forced open and I was curled at the waist just enough to give Alice easy access to play with my ass.

It was incredible. Already, this experience was so much better than I could’ve imagined. I was losing myself in the moment, drunk on sensation and craving more with every touch. Alice came at least once, I think, as he fucked her over my face. After she did, he got off to get something else ready. She let me taste her a while longer, then got off and sat on my chest, pinning me further, and blocking my view of what Marcus prepared while she made out with me, and bit my neck gently. Marcus came back and started putting something in my ass. I assumed it was a toy.

It wasn’t. With perfect dramatic timing, Alice got off of me so that I could see just as he pushed most of the way inside me. I had expected my first time to hurt, but it didn’t at all. It only felt good. She got behind him, and alternated between playing with him in some way and kissing and biting my thighs while he fucked me harder. He got a bit too fast for me a couple times, but I was still lucid enough to use my words and ask him to slow down; he did.

This is where things get really fuzzy. I felt like I was buzzing. I’m pretty sure I was actually shaking, the sensation was so ridiculously good. I have no idea how long it went on. I only remember the feeling when he and I came at almost the same time. I didn’t actually realize that I did, at the time. I had never orgasmed from anal stimulation alone before, and the feeling was dramatically different. I only really recognized it for what it was afterwards, from the way the aftershocks hit me.

When we were done, we all just kind of collapsed in a pile. They lay on either side of me, holding me, caring for me. I continued to shake for a while, but not in a bad way. My face and hands felt tingly and numb in a way I have felt after incredibly intense orgasm only twice before in my life. I remember I could feel the big stupid grin on my face, and I commented on how ridiculous I must have looked. They said something soothing about there being no need for insecurity with them, but that was the funny thing – I didn’t feel insecure at all. I felt so safe and comfortable and cared for, and so very satisfied.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/49g8u5/mfmtflight_bdsm_my_first_threesome