NOTES: This is a New Years Eve-themed CFNM public threesome sex story. All of the characters featured and mentioned in the story are over the age of eighteen. This is a work of complete fiction. Happy New Year!
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It was a balmy, humid New Year's Eve in Sydney, Australia. I was in the middle of a huge, heaving crowd on Sydney Harbour.
It was a blinding cavalcade of sound, vision and movement. There were people everywhere, drunk and on drugs...in short, a typical New Year's Eve.
I'd been drinking at a party in a friend's nearby apartment, and we'd all headed outside to join in the madness of the massive fireworks display to bring in the New Year at midnight.
I'd been separated from my equally boozed up friends in the crowd, and I was alone, jammed in tight amongst a horde of people, the smell of sweat, beer, smoke, perfume and deodorant assaulting my senses.
I leaned up against the wall of a small kiosk, which was obviously closed for the night. I looked upward into the sky, which was obliterated by fireworks.
There was loud music blaring, and people were screaming incessantly at the top of their lungs.
The famous sails of The Sydney Opera House were awash with projected colours and imagery.
The Sydney Harbour Bridge exploded violently in a sea of colour and sparks as more fireworks were set off.
It was a big, surging sea of humanity, and I felt like I was at the centre of it all. I'd been drinking and doing coke all night, and I was on a major high.
I scanned through the crowd searching for my friends, but I couldn't see them anywhere.
I did, however, notice two women across the way looking at me intently and giggling into each other's ears.
They were jammed in by the crowd like I was, but they looked to be part of a larger group, mostly made up of guys.
The big, burly, boisterous men around them were all downing beers and yelling loudly at the fireworks display, but the two women -- who were likely the girlfriends or wives of some of these men -- seemed more interested in me.
While the men continued to drink and shout, the two women quietly separated themselves from the group and then pushed toward me through the crowd.
They slid, tilted and softly slipped through the steaming press of bodies, obviously intent on getting closer to me. Their male friends didn't even appear to notice that the two women had left.
Being a permanently horny exhibitionist who loves getting his gear off for groups of women in public, I'm always keen to take on pretty much any sexual experience that comes my way.
A week previously on Christmas Eve, I'd stripped nude and masturbated for the entertainment and arousal of a dirt-encrusted homeless woman, so I had very low standards when it came to the kind of sexual activity that I got involved in.
I'm 25-years-old, gym-fit, and very, very well hung, so I've had many highly arousing experiences over the years, and I was ready, willing and able to partake in whatever these two women might have had to offer.
They continued to look right at me as they pushed their way through the crowd, expertly avoiding swinging elbows and spilled drinks at every turn. They both had broad smiles but looks of pure determination on their faces.
The woman leading the way looked to be in her mid-thirties, and had a big, soft, fleshy body. She had bleached blonde hair down to her shoulders, a pretty face with big, blue eyes and full lips, and a set of enormous tits which swung heavily as she moved through the crowd.
Big and heaving, her tits were hardly contained by a tight-fitting blue dress, which wonderfully revealed much of their soft milkiness. The edges of her pink areolae smudged out alluringly from the fabric of her dress.
The woman was tall, with big, rounded hips and a considerable butt. Rolls of fat were clearly visible through the figure-hugging fabric of her dress, while her arms jiggled slightly as she moved. She was a BBW of the first order, and I started to get excited.
Her friend was also in her mid-thirties and equally outsized. But while the first woman had pale skin, the second looked to be of Polynesian or Samoan heritage, with a beautifully dark complexion and flawless skin.
Her tight, curly hair was wet with gel, and hung down way past her broad shoulders.
Her deep brown eyes sparkled with excitement and mischief, and her breasts were just as big as those of the first girl.
She showed off a lot of very pleasing cleavage, and there was a tattoo of a butterfly on her wildly jiggling left breast. She was tall too, and her butt and hips were even bigger than her friend's.
I loved women of all ages, shapes, colours, sizes, dispositions, religions, nationalities, socio-economic backgrounds and political persuasions, and these two women looked mighty fine to me indeed.
The sexy BBWs made one final push through the crowd, and were then right near me.
The blonde woman slid past a skinny Asian girl singing and holding a glow-stick, and then positioned herself right in front of me, with her back turned.
The darker skinned woman, meanwhile, worked her way to the rear of me, and positioned herself directly behind me.
I appeared to be the meat in a BBW sandwich, and I liked it. Neither woman, however, looked at or spoke to me.
The fireworks continued to explode vividly in the night sky, while the music blasted and pumped in time.
The two women moved their hips to the rhythm, and slowly moved in closer to me until I could feel their bodies against mine.
The woman in front of me unashamedly pushed her big, fleshy butt right into my crotch, moving it from side to side, and up and down, driving it against me in a display of pure, wanton sexiness.
The woman behind me was equally uninhibited, pushing her big, heaving breasts into my back. I could feel their soft sponginess through the thin material of my shirt, and I started to get aroused.
I then felt the woman's hands on my hips, and felt her warm breath on my neck as she slowly put her lips to my right ear.
It was difficult to hear with all of the music and yelling around us, but she spoke loudly into my ear.
"We've been watching you from over there," the woman said with a slight New Zealand accent. "You're hot and you're by yourself. Do you wanna have some fun?"
"I'd love to have some fun," I said, craning my neck back to speak directly into her ear. "You girls are hot too."
"I'm Liz," she said over the loud, pounding music, "and that's Naomi. We're here with our fuckin' boyfriends, the pricks...they've been chatting up other chicks and pinching their bums and grabbing their tits in the crowd. They've been ignoring us all night. Don't look at us or talk to us too much...we don't want them to see."
I nodded my head, and Naomi looked back at me with a truly filthy smile, as sweat poured down her forehead and over her rosy cheeks. She had pearly white teeth and a very, very wicked look in her eyes.
Naomi pushed her butt into me even more aggressively, and winked at me suggestively. I really liked where this was going.
I nestled my chin into Naomi's neck from behind, her perfume wafting up into my nostrils. I kissed her neck, and spoke loudly into her ear.
"Hi Naomi," I said. "You're beautiful, and you've got an amazing arse. I'm Matt."
Naomi looked back at me and smiled, and then I felt her fingers rubbing at my crotch, pulling at my jeans and searching for my cock.
The gorgeous, big breasted blonde finally got a good hold and then gave my cock an almighty squeeze. I flinched with delight and surprise.
We were partially hidden from view from Liz and Naomi's boyfriends by the wall of the kiosk that we were leaned up against.
There were people bumping, moving and dancing around us, and the girls had me truly, wonderfully wedged in.
I felt Liz's hands move up under my shirt, her palms and fingers sliding all over my muscled pecs and abs.
She pressed her big, sloppy tits into my back with even more sexual force. The dark haired beauty put her chin on my neck and spoke loudly into my ear again.
"You're such a fuckin' hunk," Liz said. "I love your muscles, bro. What's your name, sexy boy?"
"I'm Matt," I yelled. "You're both really cute. This is fuckin' hot!"
As Liz rubbed her hands all over my marbled torso, I felt Naomi's hands move from my crotch up to my waist.
Her fingers moved around until they found the button of my jeans. Looking straight ahead and with both her hands moving behind her back, Naomi struggled but eventually got the button undone.
I then felt the zipper of my jeans slide down. My sexual excitement continued to surge over being ambushed by these BBWs.
I could vaguely make out laughing from behind me, and I realised that Liz had seen my jeans loosen and open at the waist. She obviously knew that Naomi had unzipped me.
The girls then worked my jeans from both sides, clumsily sliding them down my thighs until they were stretched across my knees.
I was in the middle of a massive crowd with my pants down in just my Calvin Klein fitted trunks. Waves of excitement rolled through me.
I was turned on not just by these two big, sexually audacious women, but also by the fact that we could have been caught at any moment.
I was certain that the women wanted me as nude as they could get me, and that they would pull down my Calvins next.
The sense of anticipation drove me wild. I loved being dominated by sexually forceful women, and Liz and Naomi were like a sexual fantasy that had become real.
Liz pushed her crotch into my butt and continued to rub my torso, while Naomi fondled my cock through the thin fabric of my underwear.
"You feel fuckin' huge, mate," Naomi said, craning her head and bellowing into my ear. "What's goin' on down there? Is it real?"
"Oh, it's fucking real," I yelled. "Don't worry about that."
I felt Liz's hands inside my underwear, and her long-nailed fingers raked the flesh of my butt, squeezing my glutes voraciously. Liz then put her chin on my shoulder and spoke again into my ear.
