I [F] broke a three year dryspell with a couple [FF] I met last week

I’m home now, naked, my thighs straddling a pillow, the air conditioning on blast, my insides hot, sore, alive, bursting, I don’t even know. I lost count of how many times I’d cum. Or how many times I’d laughed. Or how many times I fell apart.

I need to shower, but I don’t want to. I want this scent stuck to my skin forever. This rich, mind-numbing aroma of women I’ve fallen for. Clinging to me. Seared into my lungs, tucked in tightly with kisses, coursing through my blood. If I close my eyes, I can still picture Morgan’s pale ass as she lay on her tummy and I grabbed her hips and buried my face in her secrets. I can still feel Alicia’s tongue spreading my lips and searching for something deep inside me. I’m so glad I took the time last night to trim my hairs, do my nails, and pamper what needed to be pampered. I had no idea what would happen. It could’ve all just been a fun hangout as friends, but it dissolved into wonderful madness.

We came and laughed and kissed and it turned out Alicia was also a squirter. Morgan was not, but holy hell her finger strength… ugh. She held me down and blasted my special spot so hard I just…

All I have are fleeting flashes. I wanted to go to sleep and write these down later, but it’s all fading so quickly. Warmth, love, desire, whatever the fuck it is.

Here are some moments:

Alicia grinding on my face, her hands in my hair, her thighs on either side of my head. While Morgan fingered me down, my legs raised up, toes curling, my moans buried inside Alicia’s warm brown ass as my body goes rigid and I squirt all over Morgan.

Then she pushes Alicia away and comes to kiss me, my own juices and heat all over her face as Alicia pulls out a big dark strap-on and smiles.

So much kissing. Tongues wrestling for control. Lips sucking on necks, leaving marks on my pale skin. Morgan’s hands spreading my ass and spanking me till I cried out. Alicia pressing her large breasts against my own, so soft, so much, suffocating me in warmth. Hair pulling, knees knocking, squirting. Me sitting on Morgan’s face, holding on to her breasts while making out with Alicia as she fucked Morgan with the strapped-on cock. Fingers and tongues. Sighs, moans, and screams. Skin tones.

Whispering between my thighs of my taste. Their eyes, their flushed faces looking up at me while they spread my pussy and cleansed my soul. Moans slipping out of my throat, my walls crashing down as they pinned me against the blankets and tangled me with their desire.

And to think, I started the night off fragile and shy. Watching them play with each other until Morgan laughed at my bemusement and pulled me into their embrace.

They were like the devil and angel people imagine on their shoulders, kissing me from both sides. Whispering to me sultry sweet things. Their fingers tracing my body. Claiming my curves. Undoing all the pent-up anxiety and worry and depression and frustration. Finding those knots in my soul and pounding them to dust. And I realized what this was.

*Freedom.*

I don’t believe in love. Not anymore, not after my heart torn. I thought it was only lust. Only desire. To breed. To feel. To forget.

But they’ve spread my legs and opened my eyes. Love isn’t soul mates and silly gifts and just holding hands. It’s release. It’s pure. It’s being in the moment with someone you can’t get enough of.

Here’s a refresher on their appearance:

Morgan is tall, Caucasian, freckled, blue-eyed, brunette with enough confidence to halt a marching army. Her hips are wide, her ass is perfection, her shoulders are straight. She exudes such power and beauty. Her attitude is rather stoic and steady; her poker face mean enough to keep most people at bay.

Alicia is biracial, which gives her a special sort of beauty. She has warm brown skin, thick curly hair, and a smile that easily brightened up a rather gloomy and rainy day. Her voice is soft. It curls around my heart and squeezes tight every time she says my name. And where Morgan is all high cheekbones and sharp jaws, Alicia is curvy and soft, and hugging her feels like drowning in the world’s softest blankets.

We met in a train station in the belly of Manhattan, and right away sparks collided. Warm hugs, kisses on the cheek. Hands that lingered too long on waists. “I missed you.”

And then shopping. Taking photographs and holding hands. Trying on clothes. And looking at shiny things. And telling jokes and ogling the cute boys and girls we ran into.

Then a quick snack break. Long lines at a popular burger place in the city. More laughter. A bit of rain. Then darkness.

“Hey,” said Alicia, her voice soft and velvet-like. “We were kind of looking for some fun, but we didn’t have much luck finding anyone.”

“Oh?”

Morgan put her arms around me and whispered what they wanted in my ear. I melted and kissed her on the lips. Alicia’s soft hands on my ass. A finger in my mouth. Someone stroked my hair and I reached out, wanting to grab some love for myself. Then a quick ride to where they were staying in the city.

Magic ensued. Pure, NSFW, magic.

Then it was a long ride home in an Uber, my thoughts mush, my heart heavy, my pussy aching, and my panties forgotten.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/crgq1u/i_f_broke_a_three_year_dryspell_with_a_couple_ff