My First Threesome

My First Threesome

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Owlyn The Instigator

Maybe I just have "One of those faces," but a lot of people have confided things to me that they would never tell anyone else. One of those things that I tend to bring out in others is their latent bisexual tendencies!

I've had much more luck with dating men than women, unfortunately, so the men in my life who find out that I'm bisexual and expect to be serviced by me and a girlfriend are usually disappointed. However, there have been other men who have come to me with a different fantasy and a different request: "Would you help me have my first bisexual experience?"

I've heard some women are completely grossed out by this idea. Me? I LOVE seeing men together....

The first time I tried this kind of scene, I had a casual boyfriend, more of a fuck-buddy really, a tall, bearded, biker-type with long blonde hair, whom we'll call Buddy. After confiding my sexual orientation to him in bed one evening, secretly hoping he had a willing girlfriend somewhere in the wings, he haltingly confessed to me that he had fantasies about sucking cock. He'd been fighting this urge for a very long time, he told me. He backed out of one encounter that I'd tried to set up for the three of us, making me stand up a good friend who was also bi-curious, but a few weeks later I met another new friend, a man we'll call Fred, a very attractive, older and more experienced bisexual man who was absolutely craving a threesome at this time. He had light brown hair, a moustache and goatee, and was as different from Buddy as he could be with his distinguished good looks and careful grooming. He seemed as attracted to me with my long auburn hair and ample curves as I was to him; knowing that he was open to anything we could do to pleasure each other, in every orifice, was a definite plus. Still, he was a professional man with a position and a girlfriend to protect, and very much in the closet. He rarely got to indulge his desires for men...or for kinky sex with a woman, for that matter.

Fred knew that Buddy was pretty scared of taking the plunge, so he and I decided that even if Buddy didn't show up for our group thing, Fred and I would have some fun.

Well, that afternoon I busied myself changing the sheets on the futon bed and making sure the shower stall wasn't too scary for someone else to use. I burned some patchouli incense all over the place and shaved my long, strong legs. Fred arrived first, punctual by nature, so he and I got started in the shower, lathering and caressing each other, kissing deeply and teasing his cock with my clit and ass crack. We finally made our way to the bed and he was about to slide his cock inside me when there was a knock on the door.

Ah, Buddy had arrived, a little inconveniently, but what the hell. I answered the door naked and yanked him inside. Immediately, the air seemed to grow a little cold as the two men eyed each other. Omigod, was Buddy jealous? And was Fred intimidated by my other, younger, lover?

What to do, what to do... I decided that I would have to be the one to break the ice, so I yanked Buddy into the bathroom and stripped off his grimy, sweaty work clothes. Fred watched me scrub him down as I had just playfully scrubbed him, not half an hour ago... more jealousy, or maybe fear, made his handsome features twist into a semi-grimace. What else could I do, though? I had to get Buddy kissing-sweet, for all our sakes. More towels heaped upon the bathroom door, and then the trek back down the narrow hallway to the bed.

Well, Buddy laid his big bulk down on the bed, and Fred sat in my one armchair in the crowded room, looking distinguished even while naked and slightly nervous. I raised the question of how we should proceed, and neither of them knew what to do at that point. So I just started caressing Buddy's nipples, straying through his silky blonde body hair down to his cock and balls. I slowly began teasing Buddy with my lips and tongue, knowing all the places he liked to be licked and sucked on his cock and balls. I kept looking up at Fred and smiling, but he had a look on his face that I couldn't interpret.

Finally, after getting Buddy rock hard on the bed, I sat up a little bit and spoke to him softly. I said, "I'll bet our friend likes this done to him, too. Shall we share some with him?" No sooner had I said this, but Fred's cock and balls were inches away from my face as he stood before my bed. I took him into my mouth gently and coaxed Buddy to lick and suck him along with me. At first, Buddy and I French kissed over Fred's cock head, then slid our tongues together up and down the shaft of Fred's stiffening cock... then Buddy pushed me away and gobbled the cock all by himself. I tried to work on Fred's balls then, but soon Buddy wanted them all to himself as well!

Just as I was about to open Buddy's legs and suck him while he sucked Fred, Buddy pulled Fred down onto the bed, and they were doing 69. Poor me, I was all but forgotten, but I was sitting on my knees in the middle of my bed, watching these two men hungrily sucking each other, as though theirs were the last two cocks on earth! They grabbed and caressed each other's balls with greedy passion, as though afraid someone would snatch them out of their hands. Their lust infected me, too, and as I watched them going at it in complete abandon, I came! Without touching myself or having any stimulation at all, I found myself rocked by an orgasm.

I did this

, I thought to myself.

I made this possible. I brought together this one man for his first cock sucking, and this other man, who hasn't sucked a cock in nearly a year

. I felt like a hero, and at the same time, I felt incredibly privileged, because I got to see two men in the throes of oral bliss. How many other women could say that? Oh, it was incredibly hot; it was almost as good as having a mouthful of pussy or cock myself.

Neither one came; they seemed to utterly exhaust themselves sucking and drinking in each other's pre-cum. Finally, they parted from each other's bodies and lay there, panting. I was so proud of Buddy for being able to open himself up and fulfill his fantasies; I was happy for Fred, that I was able to help him slake this precious thirst.

Buddy was ecstatic, beside himself, and so very grateful to me for this adventure. After he'd caught his breath, he started turning his attention to me. Fred, on the other hand, had a surprisingly guilty look on his face! Almost a look of pain. I beckoned him toward the bed, but he started putting on his clothes and told us he had to get home. He murmured something about the two of us having fun together, and left without even tying his shoes or properly buttoning his shirt.

I felt badly for Fred, but Buddy was still horny, and once he caught his second wind, he soon distracted me from worrying about Fred – who I knew was a grownup and could take care of himself—and proceeded to fuck my brains out with almost as much gusto as he had sucked Fred's dick! I got my second and third reward for putting the two of them together, in my own throbbing orgasms wrapped around Buddy's dick and his tongue. We slept together on my futon, exhausted and blissful.

Buddy went on to other lovers, male and female, and we eventually drifted apart. We had one other threesome together, but it was not a bisexual experience, and such a far cry from the passion and the wantonness of this experience that it's almost not worth mentioning. As for Fred, I never got closer to him than 10 feet away, ever again! We spoke on the phone once after our threesome, and he told me he'd made a big decision. Since he felt he couldn't escape the sexual guilt of his upbringing, he decided to marry his very straitlaced girlfriend and live without ever indulging his bisexuality again. Fred invited me to his wedding, but never spoke to me during the reception. Instead he waltzed, and electric slided, and did the Macarena with his new bride, indulging their mutual love of the dance floor with almost as much gusto as he had sucked Buddy's cock. I hoped, but did not believe it possible, that he would find all his fulfillment in this beautiful, slender flower of a woman, from whom he had to hide the purest and most passionate parts of himself. Personally, I couldn't live like that. Thankfully I don't have to. But that is a subject for another sweet story...