My First Threesome

My first threesome (Part 2 of 3) The FaceTime Blowjob

* Hey, this story was a REAL experience, as all of my stories on Literotica are. Part one gave the backstory which led to my first-ever threesome in my twenties and depicted my first-ever experience of a man going down on me (and making me gush in his mouth...)

This part of the story is SOLO but I couldn't think of which other category to put it in, as it's still a part of the group sex story. So if Solo doesn't do it for you, this story won't be for you!

This part of the story is me getting to suck my lifelong obsession's dick and how he Facetimed his friend while I was doing it. If you think it's worth a read, I would be grateful as always for feedback.

If you are coming back for this part after reading the first, thank you. I hope this makes for an equally good read and hopefully a good wank ;) There is one more part to this series which I will be getting to work on, so look out for that.*

My First Threesome, 'The FaceTime Blowjob'

I felt lightheaded, I couldn't breathe, it was as though the air had been knocked out of my lungs. He broke away from the intensity of the moment and took a step back. Without taking his eyes off of me, he pulled his grey tracksuit bottoms and tight, white Calvin Klein boxers down, not bothering to remove his Air Force ones. A smile curled at the side of his mouth, revealing his straight, pearly white veneers.

His legs were like footballer's legs, toned and tanned, his dick hung there, still completely flaccid. He took care of himself that was clear, his public hair looked waxed because there was no evidence of stubble. I remember worrying as to why he wasn't hard and thinking maybe I wasn't turning him on. After anguishing about it all the next day, Poppy explained that it was all the coke that he did.

I dropped to my knees in front of him and felt like I was worshipping him, which in a way I was. I was kneeling before a man I was completely and utterly obsessed with. It felt like an honour to have the privilege of sucking his dick. I was going to be his cum slut that night, I would have let him even put it in my arse if he'd have wanted. Fuck, I would have done anything for him.

'You're gonna fuck me too though, right?' I asked, and I regretted the desperation in my voice immediately. Fucking alcohol. Fucking nerves.

Not replying, he reached out and pushed me into his pelvis where my mouth found his waiting dick. My goal was to get him hard as soon as possible, I wanted to give him the best blow job he'd ever had in his life. I was getting in that book if it was the last thing I did. I wanted him to want to fuck me too, fuck, I felt like everything was hanging on that blowjob.

I took his soft dick in my right hand and gently pulled the foreskin back a little to reveal his helmet. I could hear Jake on the phone, arranging to pick up some coke but was completely unaware of where Louis was. Not that I cared about either of them anymore, or for the threesome for that matter. I had exactly what I wanted, fuck the threesome.

I placed a kiss on the tip of his helmet, pushing my tongue ever so slightly into the opening of his slit. He liked that.

'Yes, baby! Yes, you filthy little bitch!' He groaned, leaning his head back, and running his hands through his permed, dark blonde hair.

I started to slide my hand up and down his shaft, using the glob of precum glistening on the tip of his dick to lube it up. I heard the sound of him FaceTiming someone but I didn't look up, not wanting to be thrown off. I didn't give a flying fuck if he was going to FaceTime me sucking him off with someone, I wanted people to know he was with me.

Continuing to stroke his dick up and down, I spat on the end of it like my ex used to ask me to do. Then, it was easy to wank him off because it was so slippery and wet. He definitely liked that.

'Oh my fucking god, yes baby!!' He laughed, the sound of the call connecting with whoever he was FaceTiming.

I was desperate to know who he was calling but I carried on, my confidence surging with his encouragement and knowing this was now for an audience too. I had to make sure it was the best blowjob I had ever given, at least I'd had plenty of practice with my ex. He'd taught me a lot about what felt good for him, I would have loved for him to have known how much that was benefitting me now! Fuck that selfish cunt, fuck him.

'Why are you FaceTiming me you nutter, I thought you were-' a male voice I didn't recognise started talking, 'Brooo, what the fuck? Is someone sucking you off!'

I stopped wanking him off and began sucking his helmet like it was a fucking lollipop and made sure to make plenty of slurping noises. I wanted him to think I was a filthier bitch than Lara. I wanted him to fucking remember me.

'You won't know her bro but fuck me, she's good!' Justin laughed and began thrusting into my face, which kind of pissed me off as it took me by surprise and I nearly fell backwards.

'Everyone will know me soon enough.' I'd thought, Justin was the perfect starting point, everyone would want me once they knew about tonight.

'Where's Jake?' The male voice asked, still laughing, as Justin stopped thrusting, thank god. I really hate that shit, the back of my throat hurt where he'd pushed his hardening dick so far into my mouth.

'Him and Lou have gone to pick up, I sent them to fuck this chick and they couldn't come through, so I had to come take care of it!' He'd said, grabbing the back of my head with his free hand.

'What the fuck?' I'd thought as I started taking more and more of his shaft into my mouth, down my throat, feeling it get harder by the second. 'What did he mean he'd sent them? Had he set the whole thing up, for them to come home with me? Why?' My thoughts had swirled round and round but still, I carried on sucking him off like my life depended on it.

They carried on talking but I started to zone out, giving his now rock-hard dick my full concentration. I pulled away slightly to briefly admire his dick in all its erect glory, marvelling at how it bent ever so slightly at the end. I'd never taken a dick that shape before. I wanted it inside me, pressed against my inner walls, that curve pushing into spots never touched.

'Don't stop baby!' He said, disconnecting the call, he'd thrown his iPhone to the floor, giving me his full attention.

He tried to thrust into me again but I grabbed him by the hips to stop him and took control. Hands-free I began to take more of his shaft into my mouth, down to the back of my throat slowly, sensually. His Sauvage aftershave was on his skin, hypnotic, arousing to me.

I let the back of my throat go slack so that I could take all of him, and I kept him right there, in that spot, the sweet spot, his helmet pressed up against my gagging point. Then, after a few seconds of holding him there, I pushed my mouth even further into him and let his dick go even deeper, past the back of my throat, down my throat, my gag reflex relaxing.

'What the fuck? What the fuck!' He moaned, 'Play with my balls, play with my balls!'

I released his hips, and hands free on his dick I grabbed hold of his balls firmly and began to massage them as I continued to deep-throat him. I felt the exhilaration coursing through my body at the power I exerted over him in that moment. The great Justin Bradshaw was putty in my hands, my mouth.

'I'm gonna cum real soon! Are you ready for this load baby? I'm guna shoot it down the back of your filthy little throat'

I could taste the saltiness of his precum and felt the contour of his dick change, signalling that he was getting close. I'd learnt how to tell when my ex was close to cumming because I'd have to time it perfectly to stop sucking and bend over for him to finish on my bare arse.

Unable to deepthroat another second I pulled away, releasing his throbbing dick from the confines of my restrictive oesophagus. Instead, I began wanking him off, twisting my hand at the perfect moment whilst my mouth was gliding up and down his shaft, my head bobbing rhythmically.

I focused on doing the same motion as his legs began to shake, then one, two, three thrusts and I felt his hot load shooting down the back of my throat. I took him deeply one last time and held him there until he was completely finished.

'A throat pie. Nice' he laughed, exhaling long and hard, 'Now clean up.'

'Huh?' I asked him, already making to stand up, my hands self conciously going to cover my breasts. The sun was beginning to stream through the flimsy curtains of my lounge, god I hated the harshness of natural lighting.

'Clean me up. Lick my dick clean. Finish the job like the filthy little bitch that you are.' He said, straight faced, pulling his sunglasses back on.

My eyes widening, never having been instructed to do such a thing, I knelt back down and put my face up close to his softening dick. Considering he'd shot his load right down my throat and I'd had all of him, down to the base, it was still a bit sticky. I kissed the end of his dick as though I was kissing him on the mouth, then flicked my tongue around the circumference of his helmet, letting out a soft moan of pleasure.

I can't describe how much sucking his dick had turned me on, he hadn't touched me and yet I was so aroused. My breasts dangled freely, my nipples were rock hard and my clit was pulsating with anticipation. How I wanted him to fuck me, more than I'd ever wanted anything in my life.

'Good girl. Keep going.' He said, stroking my long blonde hair, appreciatively.

I took his dick in one hand and pulled back on his foreskin, aware it would be sensitive and put him into my mouth, sucking ever so gently.

'Now take all of me one last time, nice and slow.' He instructed, cupping the back of my head, and I did as I was told like a good little slut. I took his entire shaft into my mouth until my lips were pressed against his smooth, hairless pelvis.

He let out a low moan as I took my time in releasing him and gave the tip one last quick kiss before standing. I was almost completely sober but the funny thing was, I didn't even care. There was something about him that made me feel so at ease, like I was the only woman in the World to him, that he might even be into me. I could dream, anyway.

'I'll let the boys finish you off.' He said, looking down at me whilst he pulled his boxers and tracksuit bottoms back on.

'You're not going to fuck me?' I asked, fully aware at the neediness in my voice but not giving a fuck. I had to have him. I didn't want his friends, not when I had him right there, in my lounge. Besides, my little clit felt like it was about to fucking explode with the need to cum.

'I couldn't do it to Lara, not when she's pregnant.' He said, picking up his phone and busying himself checking his notifications.

'She doesn't need to know, come on, you can do whatever you want to me, anything.' I whined, desperate, needy.

Jake and Louis walked into the room at that moment, having just let themselves in like Justin had done. I could feel the opportunity to have him fuck me slipping quickly away. I wanted them to fuck off and leave us two on our own. Why the fuck did they have to come back?

'Next time.' Justin said, laughing, 'I promise.' Fist pumping his friends, he was already halfway to the door to leave. My heart plummeting and almost close to tears, I knew that I'd lost my chance.

'We got a bottle of Smirnoff, let's have a few drinks shall we?' Louis asked, as the door slammed behind Justin, 'You got some glasses?'

I nodded and, still completely naked I went into the kitchen to get some glasses and switched on the heating. I was so gutted that Justin had left, when I had come so close to having him. I felt a surge of jealousy course through me that Lara was carrying his child. No matter how much he cheated on her, he was still having a baby with her. I wanted him to choose me, I wanted more than for him just to fuck me, I wanted him to be obsessed with me.

Sighing, I carried three glass tumblers back into the lounge where Jake and Louis were sat in their boxers cutting lines of coke on my coffee table. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was 6.45am, I should be tired but my adrenaline and the booze from last night was still pumping through me.

The disappointment at Justin's behaviour began to dim as I realised this could still be fun after all. If I was going to have the 'next time' that Justin had promised, then I'd have to make sure he heard all about our threesome. I'd have to get into character, I'd have to be a filthy whore for these betas.

I placed the glasses down on the floor next to the cold bottle of Vodka, the condensation dripping down the shaft of the bottle. I stood there, in front of them, and began running my hands all over my body. They didn't notice me at first, they were too busy snorting lines. I cupped my breasts in my hands and began tweaking, flicking, and squeezing my erect, blush nipples. Feeling my clit respond, I closed my eyes and began to play with myself like they weren't there, like I played with myself when I was home alone. That got their attention.

'Keep going.' Louis said, rubbing the end of his nose, his glazed eyes boring into me.

Jake too snapped to attention as I began pushing my index finger up inside my pretty pussy slowly, feeling how wet I was getting. I continued to fondle my breasts with my other hand and began to get more and more aroused as they both began wanking themselves watching me. It was nothing short of exhilarating. I pulled my finger out of my pussy and popped it into my mouth, savouring the taste of myself on my tongue.

'Yes.' Jake said, 'Fucking yes.'

'Let's have a drink shall we?' I said, with a grin, feeling every inch the filthy slut I was fast becoming, 'Then I want you two to do whatever the fuck you want to me.'