sunday night i had so many firsts and i still find it so hard to believe. i’ve never had sex with a cis guy before, much less one i had a previous emotional connection with and much less in a threesome.
it was so insane, both he and i kissing and groping our beloved, touching her and praising her and i take my top off so she can enjoy my chest and even he touches it too (with such big, strong hands that catch me off guard) and then suddenly he’s eating her out and i’m so mesmerized by the sounds and the sheer lust coating the room, until suddenly she’s touching him and then, my god, i get to touch him.
she said i was so hungry-looking as i jerked him off, that i kept showing my tongue because i so obviously wanted to lick and suck on it. and when i was told to, when i was allowed to, oh it was everything: i didn’t know a cock could be so hard and much less so tasty and i got so lost in it all i truly could have spent hours there, reveling in the weight on my tongue, the leaking precum, the twitching and the softness of the head. and the praise, oh the praise around me, wanting to choke from taking too much and still seeking more as i listened to both of them calling me a natural, complimenting my eagerness and hunger as i made a couple gagging noises, taking the occasional break to try and comprehend that this was all really happening.
there even came a point when he started gently pulling on my hair, pushing my head back so i would continue working him. and that meant he liked it, he liked me on him, and i felt so proud, so happy to be useful as i heard “his mouth feels so good”, “what an eager boy”, “you’re doing so well, baby”, “it’s okay to want it so bad”, “oh fuck- his eyes are rolling back”, “he’s so hungry for it”.
but oh they weren’t done with me yet, because as i rested between them they both proceeded to touch me all over, caressing my chest and tummy, she kissing my lips and neck. and though she asked if i wanted to be touched between my legs and i said i was good for now because i was so so shy, he started heavily caressing the inside of my thighs, saying he was just being mean, just a little mean, making me spread my legs and sigh with such wanton i couldn’t take it all inside me and ended up begging “will someone please touch me”.
and touch me he did: with a strong, firm hand and my soaked pussy dripping more and more, his fingers kept sliding between my folds and it was all so much and they kept trying to shush me but i genuinely couldn’t stop the noises, i couldn’t bottle it all up when i was combusting right under his fingertips. and when i felt a tiny burn at my core and they both started talking about my tightness, he with amazement, she with pride and amusement, almost like i wasn’t there, i could’ve cum on the spot.
we only stopped because she asked my color and i shyly said yellow. i wanted to say green because i never ever wanted it to stop but reason triumphed in the end, bringing me back and making me aware of the tremors and ragged breaths. and they cared for me so sweetly as i came down, shaking with the aftermath and desperately asking for reassurance, tho they were still several moments that made me want to go again, like when he removed his hand from me and immediately gave it to her to lick, which she did so happily as he made me blush with his “you produced so much” compliment
and now all i can think of is i want to do it again again i want it again please i want it again again again again
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