Hope y'all enjoy this horny little bisexual threesome. Part 4 is in the works. As usual, some of the story is semi-autobiographical from years ago and everyone is over the age of eighteen. Sexual adventure leads to a truly enriched life.
Comments and suggestions are always welcome. Thank you!
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Hannah was melting into my body, wriggling her tight little ass against my hard cock as we danced to house music in a crowded club just off campus on Saturday night. Her silky "barely there" little black dress was being pushed up over her swaying butt as she ground against me, prompting me to reach down and squeeze her beautifully ample asscheeks that were jiggling freely. A wisp of a black lace thong glided over her sexy butthole.
The intense buzz of the Moroccan hash we had just hit on in Hannah's car before coming into the club was, indeed, euphoric kindling for the erotic fire between us.
Hannah spun around and clasped my head between her hands, her lips landing on mine slipping her tongue into my mouth and doing that little swirl that made my dick jump in my pants.
"God, I'm parched", she shouted into my ear, slipping her wet tongue in, her hot breath taking my sexual buzz up another notch.
We made our way through the crowd, leaving the dance floor and sliding through bodies up to the bar.
As we waited on a couple of thirst-quenching IPA's to arrive, there was a greeting shouted to me from over my shoulder....
"Sebastian! What's up, man!"
I turned and there was James, my new biking partner grinning like a Cheshire cat. We embraced, patting each other on the back, and then I stepped back to introduce Hannah.
Shouting to be heard above the music, "James, this is Hannah!"
"Really nice to meet you... you're beautiful!" James exclaimed, leaning in to give her a hug.
James' eyes raked up and down Hannah's incredible body, smiling as he breathed in her irresistible sexual pheromones. His dick was probably as hard as mine right then.
"Let's go out on the back patio," I yelled over the din. The patio was actually a nice little beer garden and had comfortable couches hidden in nooks of greenery.
Finding a nice rattan couch with soft cushions toward the far end of the beer garden, the three of us plonked down and then clicked our IPA bottles together in a toast.
"To life, love and happiness!"
"To great friends and good times!"
"To good vibes and full hearts!"
We each chimed in our own thoughts in the moment.
"Geezus, that hash really gave me cottomouth," I laughed and downed the rest of my beer.
"You guys got hash? Really?" James smiled eagerly.
"Yeah, Hannah's got some killer Moroccan hash!"
Hannah was already opening her compact leather clutch and pulling out a small chillum pipe along with a small, ornate wooden container of sweet smelling greenish-brown chunk. I held the pipe while she broke off a few pieces into the bowl. I gave her a light as she put the bowl to her lips and inhaled a deep hit. The air around us was immediately filled with the intoxicating sweet scent of fine hashish.
Passing the pipe around twice, we all took good hits, letting the peaceful euphoric haze drift into our brain synapses.
The couch cushions swallowed us up in a relaxing embrace. Glassy eyed, Hannah set the pipe down on the little coffee table in front of us and leaned into me, nuzzling my neck and resting her hand on my thigh.
"How do you two know each other?" she inquired dreamily.
"We're in the same Philosophy class and started biking together recently," I buzzily explained.
"Sebastian has shared a sweet ride route with me up and around the lake..." James offered. "It's beautiful up there!"
"Are you and Sebastian old friends?" James asked Hannah.
"Actually, we met only a couple of weeks ago, I think... right, Sebastian?" Hannah responded.
"Yes, I was lucky enough to meet this beautiful woman in Karma Koffee Shop a couple of weekends ago," I said as I leaned in and kissed her hair.
It got a bit quiet as the hash buzz sank further into our senses, providing a wonderful feeling of peace and openness to the world.
Hannah was sitting between James and I, cuddling with me, but then she extended her other hand to rest on James' thigh. He reciprocated by draping his hand over her tanned thigh, near the hem of her very short little black dress.
Hannah was truly a vision. I noticed her immediately in that coffee shop when I first met her. Her hair was the color of golden wheat at harvest time. It was tied up in a pony tail then, but it's natural state was lustrously flowing to her shoulders. Her face had a perfect combination of fine bone structure, gorgeous complexion and lusciously plump lips that immediately brought to mind sinful thoughts. She had an irresistible Scandinavian look, with skin that bronzed beautifully in the sunnier months. Hannah's legs would instantly draw any man's attention. However, the showstopper was her ample breasts and voluptuous rear end... she had an incredibly hot badonkadonk.. I mean a world class, perfectly proportioned, to-die-for butt.
But, I digress.
"You guys wanna get outta here?" James suggested. "We could hit my place for some good wine, beer and music. I just installed a friggin awesome MacIntosh hi-fi system my brother gave me. And he also gave me some of his vinyl. You won't believe the crazy gems in there.... Savoy Brown, The Clash, Gang of Four...."
I stood up and gathered a very mellow Hannah into my arms. James joined us as we hopped over the back garden gate and then around into the parking lot towards Hannah's black Range Rover.
Hannah was a couple of years older than James and myself. She had already graduated from University and was working as an intern in a law office before she was scheduled to enter law school in the fall. Her family was quite well-off financially. She had grown up with two older brothers, so she definitely knew how to hold her own.
And, she was a fearless tigress in the bedroom, always full of surprises.
As Hannah drove us over to James' townhouse, we passed around the chillum again. For me, the sweet aroma of hash brings to mind aroused pussy... erotic and sensual.
I passed the bowl to James in the backseat while Hannah reached over with her right hand and began to stroke my cock through my linen slacks. Moaning hungrily, I gently lifted her hand to my mouth and sucked on her fingers, pushing her index and middle fingers deep into my throat....
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"Come on in!" James invited as he unlocked the front door and led us into a sumptuously appointed living room with a long coffee colored leather sofa. A couple of low slung matching leather chairs completed the look. The open format kitchen was just beyond the living area. It was adorned with beautiful copper pots and pans suspended from a metal rack situated over a white quartz topped island.
James came from money as well and was on track to move to Oxford on a Rhodes Scholarship. Lucky bastard to be getting a taste of buggering English lads soon enough.
It's really nice getting to know you, Hannah," James grinned lasciviously as he handed us both cold Lagers from his fridge. "Sebastian and I have gotten quite good at riding each other... er, I mean riding with each other, I should say. He knows some beautiful locations at the lake for a fun afternoon. Do you ride?" he asked on while raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, I love to ride.... hunter jumper, that is," Hannah responded. "I've been riding since middle school. I don't own any horses of my own at the moment, but I am fond of riding men when the need strikes me... and I don't spare the riding crop, mind you!"
I almost spit out my beer from laughing as James' mouth dropped open and Hannah stood there glaring with a predatory stare at both of us, tapping the toe of her Louboutin spiked high heel on the hardwood floor.
"I see! Well, this calls for another toast and some music, don't you think?" said James with a bit of a nervous quaver in his voice. He moved off to the stack of audio equipment that took up part of the living room wall and began thumbing through a shelf of his vinyl albums. Selecting one and placing it on the turntable, he dropped the needle and the opening chords of the song "If You Can't Rock Me (Somebody Will)" from the Rolling Stones 1974 epic album "It's Only Rock and Roll" set the stage for what promised to be quite an evening.
We didn't get to the toast. I sunk down onto the sofa and stretched my legs out in front of me while firing up another bowl of the delicious hashish. As I toked, Hannah strode over and stood between my legs, her hip cocked to one side, and reached for the chillum.
Taking a hit, Hannah closed her eyes and enjoyed the combination of powerful THC on her brain synapses and sexual endorphins on her libido. From my vantage point on the sofa, her toned, tanned legs leading up to the immodestly short hem on her little black dress made my cock twitch in eagerness. The young twenty-something year old woman was a vision of hedonistic pleasure. Her spike heels accentuated her calves and tilted her beautiful young ass up just right to be fucked. One of the thin spaghetti straps holding the dress up had slipped off her shoulder revealing more of her breast. Her nipples were at attention in the cool air conditioning of James' townhouse.
