Part 1 is here – https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vr8vt1/fmm_a_dimitri_sandwich_part_1/
I totally want to follow them through into the garden and
join in, or watch, or help in some way, but they’re not the rules of tonight’s
game; everyone’s going to get plenty of opportunity to play with everyone, and
while Helena is entertaining our guest, I’m going to make sure that there’s not
going to be any enforced breaks in the fun while someone has to go hunting for
the perfect … thing.
I pop into the dining room and turn off the motion-sensor
lights in the garden – it’s not overlooked, but let’s not attract attention. Or
at least more attention than we need to. I nip upstairs and grab the toy bag,
which is and oversized briefcase of stuff we take to kink nights; it’s packed
with butt plugs, dildoes, vibrators, wands, lube, condoms, restraints, gags and
a few sensory toys (like pinwheels) and the smaller paddles. I don’t know what
we’ll need, but it’s a good starting point.
Helena said to slip into something more interesting, so I
make a few quick decisions. I’d love to put on stockings, but I can’t be
bothered fighting with the straps, so fishnets it is. Sequined hotpants, one of
the cheap corsets, not a heavy boned one, because we’re going for the look, not
the full effect, and I can move better in it. Oh, and the red Maryjanes with
the small heel… I grab some more bits and pieces, because now that Helena is
entertaining our guest, I’ve got a few minutes to go from white-hot hunger to
plotting depraved scenarios. And I’ve got ideas that we might get to play out
later.
I pause to look into the garden, and I see Helena sitting on
the steps with her skirt hitched up and him kneeling in front of her being held
against her cunt by his hair. She’s squirming and directing him, and she’s
unbuttoned her shirt and is tweaking her nipple, clearly enjoying herself. I
tap the window gently, and she looks up at me and smiles, leans back and puts
on a little bit more of a show of it, grinding against his face. I hold up my
hand to say 5 minutes, and she nods at me. I watch as she pulls him from her
cunt and kisses him vigorously. I can’t wait to taste her on his lips… She
leads him up onto the grass, pushes him onto his back and hitches her skirt out
of the way so she can lower herself onto his face. He strains to get at her
cunt again, but she pushes him back to remind him that she’s in control and he’s
going to get what she gives him. She eases down facing his feel the gives his
cock a squeeze, and I can tell from the way she wriggles that his tongue is on
her cunt again. I see her sit upright a little, and reach behind her – is she
grabbing his hair again? Oh. No. I think she’s … yeah, she’[s pulling her arse
cheeks apart and leaning back, and I can see her legs shaking as he takes the
hint, because his tongue is definitely on her arsehole.
I realise that my hand is on my cock, not wanking, but squeezing,
and the last thing I want to do is waste that on myself when I have two
partners for the night that probably have better ideas where that should go.
I drag myself away from the window and take the toys and
stuff down to the living room, emptying it out and making sure key stuff is to
hand, taking a moment to slip a cock ring on – one of those figure 8 ones that
grip the base of the shaft and the balls. I have to stop for a moment because
my cock is throbbing so hard that I could come with a soft, warm breath on it,
and the first drops of pre-cum are running from the tip. I wipe it gently with
a finger and lick it up.
I get the stash tin from the bookcase and roll a couple of
joints – Dimitri may or may not want to indulge, but I definitely do. I mean,
it doesn’t feel like I could get any hornier, but a toke always seems to have
that effect, and I often end up multiorgasmic from anal play after a toke, to
the point where I have to beg my play partner to stop before I fucking die of
orgasm… I get some glasses, some beers and some soft drinks, and … oh yeah. I
grab a packet of Viagra from my bedside drawers. I sincerely hope it’s going to
be a long night.
I’ve no idea if it’s been 5 minutes, but Helena probably
doesn’t either. I quietly go into the garden, and I can see that she’s still
rocking on his face, hard and fast. His trousers are open, and his cock is in
her hand. He can’t see me approach, and I very fucking much doubt if he can
hear me either. I bend down and kiss her vigorously, and I get the first taste
of his cock from her mouth, and my cock twitches again at the idea of both what
I didn’t see and what I’m going to be doing to him. And him to me, hopefully.
She sits more upright and as she removes her hand from his cock, I replace it with
mine. It’s hot and hard, and soft and throbbing, and my mouth is watering at
the idea of it.
And he can tell it’s me from the change in hands – he’s
thrusting upwards towards me, desperate for more contact. I kneel beside him
and bring my mouth towards it. I can almost feel the muskiness of it in my
mouth before I put my mouth around it and just breathe on it, inhaling him and exhaling
warm breath over it. I touch my tongue to the underside of the head and let
just the tip run around the rim of the head, and slowly, wetly over the top,
collecting the precum and savouring it. I can see that he’s on a hair trigger,
but so can Helena, and she lowers herself harder onto his face to distract him.
She pulls his shirt open and pinches both his nipples hard… “not until you ask
for permission, and maybe not even then, Dimitri, my lovely…”
I can tell that he can’t breathe easily, and he’s
distracted, so I lean down and lick the shaft wetly from base to tip and then
engulf the whole thing in my mouth. I say the whole thing … as much of it as I
can fit easily. I’m sure I’ll manage more later, but if I start gagging on it
in my throat, he’s going to blow, and I don’t want that. Yet.
I pull his trousers down a bit further and massage his balls
and then start rubbing his taint, and I taste more of him on my tongue as the
precum flows ever more freely.
“Shall we let him cum, my love?”, I ask.
“I don’t know, do you think he wants to cum?”, she replies.
“Should we ask him?”
“Would you like to cum yet, Dimitri?”
Now I can tell from the way he’s thrusting what the answer
is, but he’s muffled and smothered, and can’t get out a coherent answer. Yes.
Yes we are both cunts, and no, we don’t care. We’ve played this game with play partners
of all genders before, and it’s so much fun.
“It appears not…”
I lower my mouth onto his cock, and suck him again, deeper
and harder and wetter than before. I can feel him straining everything not to
cum, and Helena is reading him perfectly and controlling him with her cunt, distracting
him with his nipples and instructing him to lick her harder or her arse, or to
suck her clit as she rider her own edge. I keep switching it up between sucking
him and massaging him, and reaching lower to just scratch and rub the rim of
his arse. I can see that Helena is ready to go and is having her own
difficulties going back, so I pull my own cock out and straddle him, gripping
both our cocks in both hands. He’s producing more than enough lube for both of
us, and I’m going to cum soon anyway, just from the sheer depravity of it all.
“Don’t cum without permission, Dimitri…”
Ha. Like he’s in control of that now…
I wank us together as Helena reaches between her legs and
strums her clit with four fingers. Harder, and more and faster and I can feel
it ready to burst from my balls, and now I’m holding it back too, until Helena’s
legs start to shake, and her face turns a funny colour, and she falls forwards
onto my, gasping and cumming and squirting all over him, soaking his shirt and
his face. And I’m done and my cock can’t hold back, and I’m cumming all over
his cock – the first spurt lands on Helena, and then they trail down his body,
mixing with her cum and all over his cock, which explodes in my hand adding
more to the fucking glorious mess over all three of us, gathering in his belly
button and running down his side down the crease of his hips.
Helena collapses to the side, gasping for breath, and he’s
lying there, panting, beautifully dishevelled, wrung out and wondering how he
was in the pub an hour before with a beer in his hand when it feels like a
different life. He sits up just a little and looks down at me, still holding
out cocks together, gently wanking them. I meet his eyes and lean down to scoop
the mingled cum from his belly with my tongue, first from his cock, and then
from that beautiful trail at his side. He shivers a little as I do it, them I
lean forward to see if he wants to taste it from my mouth. He does. A lot apparently,
and our mouths are locked together, tongues sparring, until I feel a hand on my
shoulder and Helena leans in for her share, first from him and then from me.
We lie there, side by side, catching our breath, all smugly
satisfied for the moment, until I start to feel a bit chilly.
“Shall we go inside and warm up, clean up and have a drink?”
They both agree, and I can see Dimitri is not quite sure
what happens next – is this where we put him in an Uber home? I turn him to me
and kiss him again.
“Congratulations, Dimitri, you’ve passed the audition. We’re
going to play a bit more once we’ve caught our breath, and you’re welcome to
stay for a lot more fun if you’d like? I’d like that, and so would Helena, but
if you’d rather …”
“Ah, I think I’d like to stay for a while yet… You promised
me a cock and I haven’t had that yet.”
Oh Dimitri, you can stay mate. You can stay as long as you
like.
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Part 3 anyone?