The night I met Kai [group] (x-post r/refinedcaveman)

It’s all about the little things. Details. What sets us apart from the rest when we do what we do? Attention to minor tweaking, dedication and focus..?

I breathed deeply, allowing my senses to step forward. Sensing the humidity in the air I breathed, the scent of forced cleanliness hotels strain for -always a tad too strong on odor cancellation if they’re not new, just like the room we were in- and the standardized wallpaper broken by rather stereotypical framed prints; light elbowed its way past half-closed curtains, unable to properly fill the room, yielding to generate soft shadows. But there was something else. The scent of female arousal caressed my nose, eroding my patience with mischievous fingertips. I sent a text to my wife, who was already under several blankets and waiting for news: “I’ll keep you updated!”

I’d just met Kai, Olive’s partner, a few hours prior and, inside that room, it felt like the natural next step. Olive breathed heavily, failing to appear collected. Her arousal was obvious in every movement: the way she breathed, the subtle fidgeting on the bed… Kai told Olive what I was thinking at that same moment, “you asked for this.”

I turned around and caught her staring at anything that weren’t my eyes. She’d taken Kai’s sweatshirt, several sizes too large for her, making her look even smaller against us. Watching her squirm with anticipation always made my blood run on higher hormonal levels, fire building up until I had to fight against my impulses. Kai raised the TV’s volume, until we heard some guy arguing with another about the strategies of the game at hand.

“I was thinking I’ll start by fucking her, when I’m done, you can have her,” Kai’s head tilted. Olive sat on the bed, trying to decipher some mystery on the bed sheets.

“Do you mind if I eat her out first?” I countered, completely ignoring Olive. We knew that talking about her like an object sent tingles running down between her legs.

“Be my guest,” Kai’s upturned palm motioned me towards Olive.

Perhaps having two Doms at the same time, on the same bed, was too much for her. It was too late to start reconsidering things, however.

“You can say ‘no’, and you can say ‘stop’, but, you know what?” I gave Olive a rather devilish grin. Her sexy body squirmed under my gaze. “You don’t get a say in this.”

Olive involuntarily squeezed her legs further. She knew she had safe words and both Kai and I would follow those limits without a second thought. She also knew she was going to have her physical limits tested.

I pulled the sweatshirt up and found no clothes. I must’ve growled before I said, “I knew it.”

With no consideration, I pulled Olive by the ankle, earning a yelp from her. For a second, I considered teasing her. I bent her until only her upper back supported her; Olive’s knees fell down to almost touch her head, her wet pussy defenseless against anything I’d want to do.

“Shit, she almost disappears!” Kai laughed, still testing the waters. The first of several threesomes to happen along the weekend, we wanted to gauge the reactions at everything. Kai patted her foot, reassuring.

I looked back at her and wondered, should I even attempt teasing? I hadn’t jacked off for days on end, almost ten. Whatever pitiful attempt at patience I could’ve mustered was drowned with the scent of her wetness, “she’s bendy. Convenient.”

Words evaded me beyond that. I must’ve growled when I placed my tongue against her labia and traced one long, flat lick all the way up. The taste on my tongue made me more impatient, if anything. I licked over and over, savoring her pussy as Olive got wetter; one of my hands kneaded her ass, the other went for a nipple… and found it already being teased by Kai. We settled for a nipple each.

While I made out with Olive’s womanhood, both Kai and I tested her attention limits: my hand teasing her nipple came back and instead fingered her, the other one groping her ass; Kai pulled at her nipples or tweaked them, playing with her body until Olive was given a gesture, a short command when I managed to unglue myself from her pussy.

We switched places and I attacked her nipples while Kai fingered her. I teased her sensitive nubs with patience, trying to find the exact sweet spot where small sparkles of pain fired off between the pleasure of getting her sensitive nubs teased with my tongue. Olive came once…. Twice…

Kai’s hands were relentless; meanwhile, my hand flicked, rubbed and gently pinched whatever nipple I didn’t focus my mouth on. Olive came again and again. I had to hand it to Kai, I could only make Olive cum under specific circumstances. She came at least five times, until Kai patted her hip.

“What a good little toy,” I patted her head, making sure she didn’t forget she’d agreed to getting used by both of us.

“That made it easy,” Kai pointed at my mouth and Olive’s tempting nipples.

“I gotta learn how to do that,” I made reference to Kai’s fingering while Olive turned over and crawled on the bed; Kai kneeled and Olive offered her ass, eyeing me with impatience. It was interesting to watch a their dynamic, developed to the point where minimal indications were sufficient. “I know I’m better with my mouth than with my hands.”

It was hard to pretend I had any patience. I lost my clothes and kneeled in front of her. Countering the objectification, the nonchalant orders and demeanor, the light, careful touch of Kai’s fingers on her skin betrayed the true importance of her place in the relationship.

I put my cock near her lips but waited until Kai managed to get inside her pussy. Olive was always a tight fit and pushing into her could be a damn tricky deal to pull off. Kai’s grunt and Olive’s whimper cued me. I pushed forward, her mouth immediately worshipping me.

A relieved sigh escaped me. I whipped out my phone and recorded what was happening, sending the video to my wife: she’d prefer that over a text update. I was grateful Kai made Olive cum over and over: after 10 days of self-imposed celibacy, I was in no position to last long. But we’d agreed that the finale for the first round would be me cumming on her chest, so I’d waited.

Olive stopped sucking me for a moment, when Kai spanked her viciously, a whimper that was far from being only pain. I gently slapped her face with my cock, “don’t forget about me.”

“This is what you wanted, remember?” Kai contributed, fucking her harder, hips pushing harder to ensure Olive had a hard time concentrating.

“Do the thing you were doing with your tongue,” I ordered as I slid into her mouth.

I lost track of time after that. She obeyed quickly and I caught amusement sparkling in her eyes, aware of what her mouth did to me… When she wasn’t whimpering with pain and pleasure.

It must’ve lasted quite a while, my knees were getting numb when I came back to. Kai grabbed Olive’s hips, slammed against her a few times and forced her to remain still while she got her first load of the evening…

Olive’s butt almost shone red, she went back to sucking me off. Another video of her mouth taking me as much as she could was sent to my wife. I got a text back from my wife: “she’s cute!”

Olive licked the underside of my cock, then traced her tongue all over it, getting it wet and ready. Not that she needed to. Her pussy leaked pearly cum as she had her fun with me… I exchanged glances with Kai and found my answer. I turned to look at Olive, “I’m gonna fuck you now.”

I pulled her around, getting another yelp from her and sunk into Olive. I groaned as I pushed more of my cock into her… Until I met her limit, yet, I pretended I didn’t feel the wall of flesh. Instead, I pressed harder and harder against her cervix until Olive whimpered. I couldn’t fight back a quiet, cruel laugh.

“Oh, does that hurt?” I smiled. Again, I wondered if she knew what she was getting into. Both Doms had a sadistic side and could be quite demanding. I nibbled on the back of her shoulder, kissed it better… Then rubbed hard against her cervix, like I wanted to get all of my cock inside her. “I asked you a question.”

Kai pinched her nipple and used an ironically gentle tone, “use your words…”

“Yes,” Olive whimpered, her pretty face a mask of pleasure and pain. Gorgeous.

“Oh, why didn’t you say so?” I mocked her. I moved my hips gently. I gauged her reaction until I knew I was fucking her with the amount of naughtiness I wanted, pressing not too hard against her limit, gentle reminders that I made it hurt.

Olive sighed in bliss. Kai laid back and watched the game, giving Olive side glances as I used her body. She was enjoying it, but she’d been cheeky for a while as we’d interacted earlier that day. My thrusts tried to break her from the inside again. She gave us her pained laugh, the one she can’t hold back when she’s feeling the stinging sensation deep inside her but loves the pleasure. I’d heard it when Kai fucked her and spanked her as well. I chuckled, “oh, is that your cervix?”

She didn’t respond, so I did it harder, her pussy squeezing my condom-less cock… and getting wetter by the second.

“Damn, that sounds like a puddle,” Kai noted.

“I think that’s also because of your cum,” I theorized. I fucked Olive even harder. “I think you broke her. See? She can’t talk.”

“…use your words, don’t be rude,” Kai warned her.

Olive broke her whimpers to finally mutter, “yes…”

It had been testing my limits. I had been needing sex for too long and this was too good. I pulled out, hearing Olive complain.

I turned her over, I needed her face up, my orgasm was close, and I planned to deliver on my end of the agreement. My body was overcharged, however.

How many times had she cum while getting fucked by Kai? By me? No idea. I was constantly zoning out with lust. I slid back into her, gently pushing until I felt she couldn’t take more of me, “see? You can talk…”

It was easy to find a rhythm and depth that gave her the pleasure I wanted to dole, spiked with enough pain. I held on to her, squeezing her body, conscious of my impending orgasm. I could finish inside her every time except for the first:  I’d walked into that deal by mentioning I came more than the average guy, catching Kai’s interest at that.

My hip movements became purposeful as I pumped into Olive. This time it was all about my pleasure and getting myself there. I groaned, feeling her pussy squeeze me harder, my back arching. One last defiant gesture, Olive squeezed me hard and dug her fingernails into my arm. I hissed, “bitch!”

I fucked her harder than before, slamming myself against her cervix over and over. If anything, she got her nails further in, but I had a point to make and punished her physical limits with a harsh fuck until her eyes closed. She whimpered.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” I warned her.

“On her,” Kai reminded me. On cue, Olive’s pussy tried to milk me.

With a groan, I pulled out on the last second, the first jet of cum landing against her clit. The next flooded her navel.

“Not on my hair!” Olive asked of me.

The next two shots landed on her chest, then between her breasts…

“What the fuck?” Olive laughed, unaware that I could cum that much, more gobs of semen coating her petite torso, one of them inadvertently hitting her shoulder. “My hair..!”

I groaned, jacking off the final amounts of cum, watching it fall on the bed, running down her torso on both flanks, a small puddle on her plexus and another on her navel…

A sigh came out of me when the final drops fell on her, getting another disbelieving, higher-pitched laugh when she repeated, “what the fuck?”

“Told you I came a lot.”

“Towel,” Olive demanded.

“Not when you ask like that, get it yourself. And don’t make a mess,” Kai shrugged.

“You’d better be nice, both of us will be inside your pussy next time,” I warned her.

Olive’s eyes glazed over with the “threat”, making me wonder if I should rethink what deterrents may be for her.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b87k4p/the_night_i_met_kai_group_xpost_rrefinedcaveman