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Threesome (fictional)
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Threesome (fictional) It was one of those sleepover pile-ons: everyone grabbing blankets, squabbling over sofa cushions, and squeezing four abreast on a futon designed for two. These were my favourite nights, and I miss them now that we’re all grown-up – old enough to for taxis if we miss the last bus home. That’s where this threesome story begins… I think it was New Year’s Eve: I can’t imagine we’d all have been together if it were any other night. Probably some time between the end of the first term of uni and the beginning of the next one – during that delicious month where I was single, horny, and surrounded by others who were too. We were just winding down for the evening. The booze had all disappeared a long time ago, and just in case Doritos and coffee hadn’t sobered us up, then the brief skinny-dip we tried to take in the sea certainly worked its magic. Most of us were tired, and any flirting – touching, whispering, nicking each other’s blankets or accidentally squashing feet together – was being done with a half-hearted laziness. A formality, because at sleepovers touching and flirting was just what we happened to do. I lay squashed between Kate and Andy, she in a gorgeous smoke-whiskey-perfume-smelling t-shirt and knickers, him in boxers and socks. We’d fucked before, a while ago, and old friends are always an easier option than brand new strangers. Besides, Andy made me shiver with arousal. I didn’t fancy him, as such – at least not in the way I’d have meant it when I was nineteen. Fancying someone implied you wanted to be with them: to date as well as to fuck. But I wanted him. Brief encounters with him before had given me a taste for his thick cock, and the nervous, nerdy way he’d shy away from compliments about it. He was a guy: classically beautiful in a way that would have placed him firmly in the ‘cool ’ set if he’d been my , but with a delicious eagerness for sex, and a in his eyes that said ‘? You want ?!’ and made ache to prove that I really, really did. He shifted a bit the blanket, signalling that he was still awake, and I responded with a tentative touch on his thigh. Immediately, he took my hand and put it firmly on his dick – straight and thick and so satisfying to squeeze hard and quickly in the dark. He gulped. The guy next to him moved ever-so-slightly away. I turned to him, and in one swift motion he slipped his arm my waist and pulled over on top of him. I felt the pulse of his dick pressing into , and I ground my cunt down onto him. He moaned softly, and squeezed my waist. Fucking slowly can be really fun. Covered with the blanket, trying not to wake those who weren’t awake already, I slid down onto him, the slick, wet sound of him entering seemed far more audible in the dark. And we fucked. Easing myself slowly up and down, feeling the tension in his arms as he gripped tightly to me, I almost forgot that there were other people in the room. In fact, I almost forgot that Kate was there too, until she rolled over, bit Andy’s neck, and started kissing him. They looked beautiful. That just seemed like the natural thing, initially: her kissing him and me fucking, steadily increasing the pace as their shuffling and moving started making more noise. I worried less about disturbing people because she was joining in now. I wondered if anyone else would. As it drew on, though: one minute, two minutes, speed up, three minutes, grind, fuck, fuck, grind… I felt weirdly detached. Andy’s hands, previously cemented firmly around me, were now exploring Kate – pulling up her delicious-smelling t-shirt to grope and grab and pinch. She made soft noises in the back of her throat, and I ground down harder onto him. And I felt… yeah, OK. I felt jealous. Which I shouldn’t have – I was stretched and full, and so horny: the wetness from our fuck soaking through my hastily-pulled-aside panties. But still I felt jealous. When Andy got more, I felt like I was worth less. I leaned forward and pushed my into the other side of his neck, sucking and<b> biting </font></b>like a cat trying to get attention. He placed a hand on the back of my neck and gripped harder, as if to say ‘don’t stop doing that’, but still he didn’t break his kiss with Kate. So I sat up. Moved faster. Fucking him harder. Knocking breath of him as I sat down good and hard on his twitching dick. I didn’t care about the noise any more, I just wanted him to come – to give me the feeling I’d wanted from the start, that sensation of his cock pumping streams of spunk into the end of the condom. I wanted to clamp myself tight around him even as Kate clamped her mouth over his. It felt odd, and childish, and cold: I loved Kate, and I was turned on by her enthusiastically joining in. Yet something about her kiss made me feel weirdly alone. Like I was using a part of Andy while his attention was elsewhere, and that his fun with me was somehow less because she was giving him more. Even while his head was turned, I came – a quick, shuddering orgasm. Perfectly directed and precisely achieved, perhaps because of the kiss, not despite it. I hadn’t had his own expressions to read, or his movements to interpret. I just perched on top of his thick cock and ground against it until I came, holding rhythm for just long enough afterwards that my legs quivered and I had to use my hands for balance. And maybe his wandering attention, the product not of indifference but of being greedily delighted with everything on offer, was part of the reason I enjoyed it so much. The challenge, the thrill, of fucking a guy who’s accepting your attentions so casually. Not like this threesome is a treat or a privilege, but something he simply deserves. An echo of the kind of bored indifference with which guys sometimes fuck me in my fantasies. As Kate ran a pale hand up his chest, and I squeezed tight around him, he came hard and eagerly inside me. Jealous or not: I wouldn’t have swapped if he’d asked me to. And I don’t think Kate would either. |
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