Threesomes

I’ve been in pretty much every pairing possible I think. FFF, MFF, MMF (once). Of them, the MMF one felt more like a competition…the two guys…well, it didn’t feel ‘easy’….natural. It felt like the guys were competing to do the most to me….yes.. to  me, not with me. The others though……leaving aside the sexual acts, I can best describe it like a gentle summer breeze, idly stirring leaves on the floor….first they drift one way, then another, as the focus of attention wanders between the people involved. 

I remember a girl kneeling over my face and I was licking her, while another girl licked me. I was focused on giving the girl I was licking pleasure, while the girl licking me cared only about mine. A strange dynamic, to be sure, but an enjoyable one. 

Put a guy in the mix and it’s totally different. Guys, no matter how experienced, can cum way faster than girls can. It takes a skilled man to be part of a FFM threesome. Oh but there are delights to be had! Sucking another girl’s wetness of a cock is an amazing sensation! Especially if she has no GG experience so far. Watching her do the same after he had been inside me was fantastic! I remember he had asked, eventually, where and how he should cum. It was his girlfriend who suggested, “Cum inside Anna, then she can squeeze it out into my mouth.” 

But all that is an aside today. I feel like I need to be cared for, loved gently, treated like it’s my first time…..and there’s only one man I know capable of that. A phone call to Alison later, and I’m getting ready for a visit from The Lovely Chris. Yes, I know I said I wanted to avoid vaginal sex, but somehow, I know he will be gentle with me, and I know it’s the only thing I need. 

By the time he arrived, I’m in a blue summer dress. White panties, of course, and no bra. This particular dress is strapless too, easy to expose my boobs. Chris hugs me and his male scent fills me. My body responds as I knew it would and my panties get wet. His hands on my back feel warm and I feel his fingers subtly exploring my underwear through the dress. ‘Is she wearing a bra? No.  Thong or panties? Ah..panties. Where’s the zipper to this dress?” Everything a skilled lover does to make the process of undressing me smooth and effortless. 

A sudden stab of eroticism spikes in me. For the briefest moment, I want him to ravage me…..to rape me….to fuck me into oblivion, but it passes as quickly as it came. 

He kisses me…..God this man can kiss. He once brought me to the brink of orgasm just by kissing me. But now, his right hand is cupping my left tit through my dress. It suddenly feels like we’re teenagers ‘doing it’ for the first time. How delicious. A slight, barely perceptible tightening of his fingers and the material of the dress is pulled down over my boob and he exposes it. My nipples are rock solid…painful solid…..delicious solid. He applies the perfect pressure when he squeezes it. 

I am far from idle. His kissing hasn’t stopped for a moment, and my right hand has been exploring the bulge in his pants. Now, it’s gently undoing his zipper. He wears boxers, and his cock could have already escaped their confinement, so carefully with that brass zipper, Anna. As soon as  there’s a gap big enough for my little hand, I work it in and protect his cock as my left hand completes the operation. I find the button and the waistband of his pants flops open. I press myself against his hardness, standing on top toe to get my mound over it. Miss Brain flashes memories of me doing this when I was 14….it felt so erotic then….a boys hard cock…a cock I had made hard pressing, albeit through clothes, against me. 

His hands are under my dress now. How did he do that? Both my tits are exposed and he is gently easing my panties down over my hips and bum until they fall down my legs to the floor. Then he pushes his cock between my thighs and another adolescent memory surfaces. Allan….we had a ‘friends with benefits’ relationship. Sometimes, I’d wank him off….and I showed him how I like to be fingered. One day, we had been kissing and cuddling naked….although we were standing up. I don’t think we trusted ourselves to lie on my bed. Anyway, at one point, he pushed his cock between my thighs and against my labia. There was never any danger of his going in me, but I was so worked up, especially when he said :So…how does it feel to have a cock against your cunt?” 

And now Chris did the same. I felt his hardness, his warmth, the gentle movements, back and forth. Movements which I returned accompanied by little moans of pleasure and, I admit, mounting frustration. 

He scooped me up in his arms and carried me upstairs to my bedroom. I nestled into him and enjoyed the sheer power of him. He made no attempt to take my dress of….it was as if he knew, I needed it to be on. On top of me now, with my legs spread under him, he raised my knees. I felt his balls against my wetness and his shaft against my clit as he made tiny thrusting movements. Allan and I had done this too…the nearest we ever got to actual fucking. It had made us both cum though, and I know that if Allan had put it in me, whether intentionally or accidentally, I wouldn’t have stopped him. 

And then, slowly, gently Chris entered me. I clung to him and raised my bum towards him until he was fully inside me. It felt indescribably good. This is a man used to fucking me so savagely it made me sore for days. (In a good way). This was a man who has role played so many scenarios with me….a man who has fucked me in the bum…and done so much more….yet here he was moving unspeakably gently inside me. He holds my face and looks deeply into my eyes. I know he loves me, and I him, the fallacy of only loving one person annoys me and always has. 

And so we lie there, joined, barely moving, yet sensing one another’s arousal Mount until simultaneously, we both climax. I feel every spurt of his semen bathe my cervix, and my vagina seems to milk ever last drop from his cock with its contractions. My nipples ache as do my boobs, but the ache mutates into sexual pleasure that enhances the orgasm. 

We don’t disengage. We lie there conjoined until he softens slightly. I am well aware this lovely man could go again, and soon. And I will reward his restraint. He has a role play that he shares with his brother….that of doing something with his sister. I will bide my time and pick the moment when I feel his desire Mount again. 

To give is to receive.