Liz’s hands grip your ass cheeks tightly as she continues to moan softly. Her tongue fights with yours as you lay on her smooth and fit body. My cum is still dripping from your slightly gaped slit to glaze her used pussy. Liz slides up the bed, away from the edge and pulls you with her. Sitting more upright she puts her hand on your chest and then moves a finger to your lips, stopping the make out session you had been sharing.
“I want some of that,” her fingers play in the sticky mess I made of your most intimate area. “And I want to make sure he stays hard enough to do that to me too.” I feel my cock twitch back towards being fully hard again after losing some of its rigidity. It keeps hardening when Liz takes your leg and throws it over one of hers and presses her simp against your creamy pussy lips. You both press hard against each other, rubbing your clits across each other’s pelvises.
“Damn, I always wanted to do this,” Your voice is shaky and out of breath. “Especially with you; that fucking perfect pussy. I’m jealous,” you hold her thighs to pull yourself harder into her. “It’s so fucking smooth, just a fuckable little slit.” I’m jerking myself near you two, listening to your secret fantasy about your long time friend. I’d imagined this plenty of times in my head, but to hear you talk about your slutty desires…
“My pussy is too plain, just a line,” Liz countered. “The first time I saw you take your panties off I knew I wanted to know what those flower petals felt like.” Her hand wanders to your unison, playing with your labia as you pause your intercourse. “What they felt like,” she repeated. “What they looked like up close, how they tasted. Your pussy is the best.” This just keeps getting hotter and hotter.
“Why don’t we ask your boyfriend?” She giggles and winks playfully at you. You put on your best stern face and turn yourself towards me, legs spread wide across the bed. Liz matches your pose as I look from one snatch to the other. This is a trap…
“Can we just agree that they’re both fucking incredible?” You two laugh loudly before denying that answer and telling me I have to choose one. “Fuck… I mean Liz, your pussy is great and is beautiful is an understated way, but I have to go with Jen’s. The way her lips wrap around my cock and stretch down when I’m in her…” I trail off and bit my lip. Safe answer?
“Well let’s see if you can tell us apart then,” your lips curl into a sultry smile as you crawl to the far side of the bed making sure to point your exposed snatch at me as you go. “Lay on your back baby, we’ll handle the rest.” You tell me as you turn with your lacy bra. I comply and let you tie the rolled up lingerie over my eyes, feeling my dick throb with excitement.
I feel a hand grip my hard-on and then the hot wet insides of a vag. The mystery woman is tight, but that doesn’t answer much. Sure Liz is slightly tighter because she doesn’t get fucked as often, but you’re not far from her grip. I feel whoever it is sink lower, their pelvis coming to rest on mine and then grind.
“Hey babygirl,” I guess. I hear you giggle and then start bouncing on my before getting off of me. I feel another pussy lower onto me and can’t quite tell what’s off about the feeling, but I don’t think it’s Liz either, I’m too deep too fast. Or has she gotten used to my size already?
“Hm… it’s not Liz?” I guess without much confidence. My blindfold is pulled off to reveal your back to me as you ride reverse cowgirl on me. You turn your head to look at me as you sit full on me and then lay back, my cock popping out of you as you raise your hips. Liz is between our legs, pressing my shaft between your lips and licking us both at the same time. Her tongue dances across us gingerly with her lips brushing against our skin and making us both moan quietly. With a long, sucking kiss, she stand us.
“So… how would you guys feel about like, being rough with me? Like ROUGH rough.”
I wait for your response before I agree, which thankfully you do. I had been worried about how rough she meant by rough earlier. “Yes,” she said with a level of desire in her voice I had never heard before. “I’m so fucking horny, I just want to be used like a bitch.” I’m taken aback by this new side of her.
“Just say if I’m too rough on you, ok?” I confirm. Liz agrees and we all stand at the foot of the bed. I gently kiss Liz for a few seconds before taking a handful of her hair and pulling her head back. I turn her towards the bed and push her face down onto the sheets. “Baby, grab me her panties would you?” I ask of you and you comply. Taking her thong, still wet and smelling of her excitement, I ball them up and put them in her mouth as a makeshift gag.
You climb onto the bed and lay next to her, leaning against the pillows and playing with yourself. Your sadistic smile tells me you like what you see so far. Good. Then let’s keep the show going for you. I kick her legs open and rapidly finger her simp, her moans around the panties stuffed in her mouth muffled. You toss me your bra that we had been using as a blind fold and I bind her hands behind her back, tying the knot tight against her pale skin.
Her pussy is spread by fingers as I run my cock hard into her. Her cry of pain is distorted. I pull back partially out of her and shove my hips harder and deeper into her. She buries her face into she sheets to moan before I yank her head back up by her hair. I can feel that I’m holding her up from the shoulders up by just her hair, giving her a clear view of you, my beautiful girlfriend, fingering yourself to her abuse.
“You like the way those panties taste, don’t you you whore,” you taunt Liz. I fuck her harder at your insults, getting even more turned on. Liz nods as best as she can with her head pulled back. “You want to taste a real lady’s pussy? What a real woman tastes like instead of your used, slutty cum dump?” I’d never heard you speak like this to anyone. I wanted to hear more.
You pull the blue thong from Liz’s mouth and replace it with your snatch, shivering as I went from pulling her hair to pushing her head in between your thighs.
“You like the way she tastes you dirty slut?” I ask her. She nods quickly, never slowing down. My hand strikes her ass, leaving a ruby handprint on her and making her squeal with lusty pleasure. I’m mildly jealous of how fast she has you trembling and your toes curled before you climax on her face, leaving her chin dripping with your pleasure as you go back to leaning on the pillows. Your panting edges me ever closer to own release.
I pull out of Liz and roll her over, hands still bound behind her and put her legs over my shoulders. I want to go deep, I want to bruise her insides. As I penetrate her you straddle her, your back to me and sit on her stomach. You lean forward slowly, hands running up her body, over her breasts and to her throat where you squeeze.
“I can feel his dick inside of you under me.” You tell her as you rub your wet lips on her belly. “That dick is all mine, anytime I want it. It can make me cum and I can make it cum.” Your grip loosens long enough for her to take a breathe before tightening again. “You don’t think you’re too good to let it make you cum do you? You better cum for him, he doesn’t usually fuck sluts like you.” I can tell she’s on the verge, your taunting helping her along. I pull back and pause for a moment before putting as much momentum into my hips as I can and crashing hard into her cervix.
Her back arches hard and she screams in pain before bucking under you and whimpering in pleasure as she orgasms. Her entire body shakes and she gasps for air as you let go of her throat. I keep fucking her tight hole as it quivers around me, barely able to contain myself.
“Cum in… cum in me please, make your little slut…” Liz moans as she continues to writhe under you. I push myself hard against her, groaning loudly as I explode inside of her. My sticky cum filling her and pushing out around my cock still buried in her snatch. Liz laughs and her smile is from ear to ear. “Oh… please tell me we can make this a regular thing,” I pull myself from her rosy pussy and hold you from behind; the three of us a naked and sweaty mess.
“Well let’s just get cleaned up for today. Or for now at least. His birthday is until midnight.” You tell her with a sly giggle.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bfl6om/birthday_threesome_part_ii