Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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A triple taster
I first met Leona three years ago. Over that time we've had various adventures, using different names in our stories, and a few of those tales have already been published. This tale mixes themes of domination, experimentation and sexual fluidity.
We were still travelling in our RV through Europe. On one the rare occasions we'd headed back to the UK we found ourselves in a bar, relaxing and discussing our recent adventures. We had shared lovers in the past and also enjoyed recounting our meetings with others whilst apart. It had been a little while since we'd caught up - I had business to attend to and Leona had spent the time exploring her dominant side; a part of her that was coming more to the fore, particularly where women were concerned.
"So tell me love," Leona murmured, "how was Emma?"
I smiled wryly, Emma was a lady I had met whilst apart from Leona. I'd told her briefly about our hook-up as we never keep secrets.
"Emma was great," I replied. "I'll describe her shall I? She's about 40 years old, 5' 4", athletic build, short dark hair in a pageboy style, small breasts and a really hairy pussy."
"I didn't think you were into hairy pussies?" she retorted with a grin.
I smiled, "I don't mind a bit of bush to navigate through occasionally."
She continued,"so tell me the juicy bits, what did you get up to?"
"Well, you know she's a Facebook friend of Helene - our mutual friend from Malaga. She'd messaged me saying that if I was ever in the vicinity, to give her a call. We agreed to meet up in a pub not far from her flat. The only clue to what was to unfold was that she had a proposal and thought I might be up for some fun.
So we met - I'd seen some interesting photos she's sent to me - I'll show you shall I?" With that I clicked a few times on my smartphone and passed it over to Leona. She smirked as she clicked through the pictures, nodding with approval.
"Hmm, I see why you agreed to meet," she murmured, "I wouldn't mind getting to know her a bit better." I chuckled to myself as I knew what Leona had in mind.
I continued, "well it seems that she's going through a self-discovery phase and I took the liberty of showing her a few pictures of you; it's fair to say that there's clearly a mutual attraction - perhaps you can add her to your coterie?" Leona laughed, nodding her head.
"But I digress, as I said she's into a bit of experimentation - when we met for drinks she introduced me to her partner, Greg. Apparently they've been dating for a while and the subject of a threesome, with her as the centre of attention, came up. Naturally, no doubt due to Helene's recommendation, she thought I'd be a safe and discreet partner in this."
Leona's eyes sparkled at the mention of this; we'd shared a few different scenarios but I'd never had an MFM encounter outside of our relationship.
So anyway, we had a couple of drinks and talked through their expectations, concerns and so on. As we know love, you have to have complete trust when introducing others into the intimacy of a relationship - we have a sexual agreement in place, but few others do. We all satisfied ourselves that we were happy to proceed - Greg looked a bit sheepish as if he was realising the importance of the step he was taking. I studied him a bit more, he was friendly enough, not too chatty. In appearance he was a little under six foot tall, I'd guess at mid forties with sandy hair, cut short in a sombre style. He had brown eyes and a pleasant face - no bad boy this one, just a regular guy indulging in something most regular guys only fantasize about.
We went back to her flat and whilst Greg went off and made us gin and tonics, Emma slipped off her dress to reveal matching lingerie and black stockings. The bra, in mocha satin and lace, hid her small breasts, but her nipples were taut against the material, showing her excitement. She nervously played with her tits, caught between a bit of prudish reluctance and sexual arousal.
As Greg brought the drinks in, I sought to reassure her.
"Remember Emma," I intoned, "this is all about you having fun. Greg and I are here to pleasure you, you are his primary partner, as he is yours, so lets have a drink and you sit down here, relax and let us do all of the hard work!" That comment seemed to break the ice, both of them looking less nervous and seeming to relax a bit. I glanced at Greg and smiling I nodded at him.
"Why don't you kiss her?" I muttered, and as he sat next to her, on her left, she glanced at me, fingering the outside of her panties.
They kissed, slowly at first then with more passion. I got on my knees and parted Emma's legs, kissing her stomach, smelling her sex, tasting the light film of sweat on her belly. Greg had started massaging her right breast and eased his hand under the material to tease her nipple. She pushed the bra upwards to reveal the pert boobs with dark areolae and stiff dark chocolate coloured buds. Her nipples were rigid and long; what she lacked in breast measurement was more than made up for in those bullet-like projections, her pleasure senses adding extra rigidity to those dark delights.
Emma started undressing Greg, removing his shirt as he helped by removing his trousers, socks and boxers. I reached around and deftly undid her bra. We made eye contact and both glanced at Greg's stiff member, clearly indicating any reticence on his part had abated.
"Kneel here beside me," Emma murmured to Greg, patting the sofa next to her. He did as requested and she leant forward and grasped his cock. It seemed to fit well in her grasp, and she moved her mouth to encircle his manhood. As she did this I eased her knickers off, revealing her dark copious bush. I gently pushed her legs apart again, and kissed the top of her thighs, nibbling and licking her warm flesh. As she groaned, I buried my face in her cunt, pushing my tongue into her moist tangy clitoris. I explored every part of her sex, using all of my experience to seek out her pleasure zones.
Her moaning intensified but it was muffled by Greg's cock, her head bobbing as she sucked passionately.
I too had dis-robed, still giving oral ministration, so by now the three of us were naked, Emma being licked out and sucking Greg's dick. As my tongue worked away, lapping and sucking, Emma gasped and forgot momentarily about Greg as she came noisily, her cunt tasting juicier as the orgasm coursed through her, firing synaptic pleasure and erogenous explosions.
"Oh wow," she exclaimed, "that was fantastic. I want more!"
Now getting into the swing of it, she leant forward and kissed me; I could taste Greg's manliness on her mouth. She was flushed and started to call the shots.
"I want to be doubly fucked," she giggled. We had discussed what was and wasn't on the table, so to speak. She had said she likes anal sometimes - I made it clear whilst it wasn't my thing, I'd help in her fantasy any way I could.
She bade me lie down on the sofa, and, after briefly massaging and sucking my cock, straddled me and eased her pussy over my shaft. I played with her lovely hard nipples as she looked me in the eye. I glanced over her shoulder as Greg had by now produced a condom and was easing it over his stiff penis. He then grabbed a bottle of lube and started to massage Emma's bum, slipping a finger into her ass. She winced briefly and leant fully over to kiss me, our tongues entwining. Hardly moving I let Emma dictate the action.
By now Greg had positioned himself behind her and was easing his tool into her her well lubed sphincter. As his cock slipped passed her muscle she groaned loudly, the pain and pleasure combining to make her kissing even more passionately. As both Greg and I held our position, Emma moved her pelvis up and down, savouring the two cocks within her. Her cunt was dripping, covering my balls with love juice, her pleasure paramount. She moved quicker, finding a rhythm that gave her the most sensation, the most pleasure. Within a couple of minutes she squealed, "I'm coming, fuck yeah, this is so good. I love having my pussy fucked, my ass fucked. I'm a dirty, slutty bitch."
Her dirty talk was having the desired effect, I was mesmerised by the transformation - gone was any hesitation or shyness, Emma was in her element. I tweaked her nipples a bit harder as she bucked and screamed, the orgasm rippling through her. She pressed forward, gripping my knob and Greg's cock with cunt and ass. As her vocal ministrations peaked, she came in a torrent of juice, squirting over me.
Greg eased away as Emma flopped on top of me, her hair mussed, her face florid.
"Oh that was fucking amazing, why did I wait so long?" she exclaimed.
As Greg slipped off the condom, Emma knelt up on the sofa and indicated we should stand in front of her, one either side. She grasped both cocks and started licking, sucking and nibbling first one, then the other. She would risk sly glances at us, knowing she was in complete control, her enjoyment in having two men to please her. She would occasionally rub them against each other, as if testing how far she could take this.
"I have a request Marshall," she announced, "I know we haven't discussed it, but here goes. Greg has told me he has fantasised about another man sucking his cock, and I'm horny as hell, so how about it?"
I didn't say anything - I'd never had any attraction towards another man, but the idea of oral with another fellah has intrigued me. I care little for sexual labels - if you enjoy it and it does no harm, then why not?
"OK Emma, just for you," I answered, and with that she sat down. I sat next to her and a clearly flushed Greg approached. I grasped his penis and leant forward, taking his cock into my mouth. It was slightly salty and I proceeded, based only on imagining what I'd like, to administer his first (and mine!) blow job from a guy.
Emma was staring wide eyed, her fingers teasing and flicking her cunt. She was getting off on this in a big way. She glanced at Greg who seemed more than happy with this scenario, so I continued. The sensation was a bit odd, but not unpleasant. I masturbated him, sucking and focusing on giving pleasure. By now Emma had grasped my penis and was wanking me in time to my ministrations. Greg was moaning now, his breath short and fast. He muttered, "I'm coming," and with that he shot his load. At the same time I came, giving me the most unusual orgasm for a long while. I swallowed his spunk, the taste strange but not as bad as some guys would think.
Emma pulled my face to hers and proceeded to share the taste with me. Not quite satiated, she licked the residue from Greg's now flaccid knob, bringing herself to another orgasm as her fingers rubbed eagerly over her engorged clitoris.
"So you are a dirty little boy," Leona interjected, "sounds like we could have a foursome in the near future. Hmm, cocksucker and pussylicker - I knew my lifestyle would rub off on you!"
I smiled, enjoying the storytelling as much as the story itself.
