Two mouths at his dick, two fingers inside in his arse. Fingers cupping his balls, stroking his pubic hair, one hand stretched up to pinch a hard nipple. This was heaven so far as he was concerned. The first time he'd ever had a blow job by two persons simultaneously. And for the first time by a man. And the first time for him in a threesome. He arched his spine with the thrill he felt, lifting his buttocks off the bed, groaning deep down in his throat, as he clutched harder at two separate handfuls of hair.
One mouth: soft, full lips, mauve lipstick-smeared, enclosed the head of his cock. Another mouth: crowned by a thick moustache, nipping sharp, delightful bites on his rigid shaft, nibbling at the loose skin of his scrotum; both mouths sending sensations through him never experienced in his otherwise fairly eventful sex life. From his perspective, a direct line of sight over his chest to his pelvis, he watched the man's tongue flicking in and out, coming up to lick at the woman's lips and cheeks, then going back to his cock. The woman released his cock for a moment, duelled tongues with the man, and then returned to sip at his pre-cum leaking steadily out.
The fingers inside in his anus: one slender and shorter than the other had a nail that occasionally hurt him when it was twisted; the other finger, longer and thicker was in deeper. Now that was withdrawn with a gentle tug, and held under the woman's nose until she paid attention to it and sucked it into her mouth alongside his cock. Then brought out lubricated again, slid down the woman's body to gain entrance between the cheeks of her arse.
The woman played with his short and curlies as her other hand moved to the fellating man's dick, while still retaining suction on his cock. That man's penis, dribbling its own pre-cum on the sheets in neglect, welcomed her hand as she gripped it strongly, and began to frig it up and down. The juices soon slathered her palm, slicking her fingers, and as she increased her movements on it, the man groaned. She stopped sucking his cock but kept her lips enclosed on it, and in the excitement she was causing the other man, she unconsciously bit his cock, causing a sharp arrow of pain to shoot through him.
And then he spurted. He felt the rush in the veins in his penis, felt his semen gushing out into the woman's mouth, overflowing from the side of her lips, dripping on to his hairs and balls, some falling on the other man's face who was resting his face on his pelvis. The man licked up the cum from the woman's lips as she continued to pump his penis, and suck the remnants of his cum. Once she removed her mouth from his now detumescing cock, the moustachioed man got up from to move behind the woman and got astride her as if on a horse.
She lifted her full round buttocks up to allow the man entry, as she continued to lick along the side of his shaft. The man with the moustache slid his hard dick between the cheeks of her arse impaling her, invading the wet, heated recesses of her cunt. She moaned loudly, and she pushed back to get more of his thrusting in, matching his rhythm, faster and faster, till she went off, a loud, sonorous scream describing her orgasm. Her moans denoted satisfaction received, but the man on her back was a furious beast, and he had yet to achieve fulfilment.
He adjusted his position behind her a bit, placing his knees on the bed, gripping her wide hips, looking down at himself fucking her. The man lifted his eyes and saw him, now supine and spent, watching them, and a lazy smile stretched his face. Then the moustachioed man felt the pulsing in his own cock, and she groaned again, as he began to spurt his boiling hot seed. He quickly pulled out and aimed his cock over her, shooting long strings of cum onto her back, as he agitated his penis, willing more and more cum to fall on her skin till there was no more.
They collapsed on to the bed heavily. The woman rested her head on the stomach of the man she'd just blown, as the man who'd just fucked her lay half off and half on her, his wilting penis soft and wet on her skin. The fragrance of sex hung suspended in the humid air of the room, mingling with the scent of sweat.
Ravi, who had just had his cock sucked, ran his fingers through Soma's hair spread out on his pelvis and stomach. Pratik, who had just cum on her back, now gently, stickily, lifted himself off Soma's body to stand beside the bed. His dick, though flaccid, still maintained its erect length as he fingered it absent-mindedly. A liquid, pearly drop appeared at the opening of the dark pink head of his cock, and he shook it, splattering the last drop of his semen on the two of them lying down, and then laughing mischievously, turned to go to the loo.
Soma heard Pratik urinating noisily through the open bathroom door. She felt Ravi's belly undulate with his breathing, and she heard the muted gurgles inside his stomach, and thought of how many other men had fucked her so completely. Unable or not wanting to remember, she just thought of how Pratik had transformed her into a wanton slut, almost maniacal for the joy of sex when she was with him. She knew definitely that no other man had ever made her feel like that, because when she was away from him, her need to be so fucked, or even the need for an occasional, relieving orgasm never really arose with any conviction. She did her wifely duties as and when her husband felt inclined, but hardly ever took the initiative herself. It was not that her husband did not turn her on, or that she avoided sex with him, it was just that this crazy, overwhelming sexual desire she seemed to have hidden in her came to the surface only when she was with Pratik. He had told her that it was the same for him when he was with her.
Divorced and not remarried, he had no shortage of women who willingly bed him. Yet these desires, the dark, glorious craving for more and more sex which being with Soma aroused in him, was unmatched by any of the other women he had sex with, not that they were unsatisfactory, or failed to give him pleasure. As Pratik pissed, he thought of how he'd initiated this threesome today with his old friend Ravi because she had been willing to. Because of that, he had discovered his own bisexuality today, and he was pretty sure Ravi had at least enjoyed the experience, if he hadn't yet made his own discovery. Most importantly, although she herself didn't give it that significance, he was in an incestuous but consensual affair with his cousin Soma. But that had happened many years ago. Now, he hoped he would be able to find other ways in which his, and their joint sexual exploits would graduate from fantasies to real experiences. He knew that there would be no limit provided they had the opportunity and time.
Wagging away the last drops of pee, he flushed and walked back into the bedroom. Ravi had sat up and was smoking a cigarette, sharing it with Soma who was now lying on her back, her legs hanging off the bed. The whirring ceiling fan did nothing to dispel the sultry summer day which had sneaked in from behind the curtained windows. Pratik too lit a fag and seated himself beside his cousin. Ravi moved his leg to place his foot between her parted legs, rubbing it up against her cunt in a gentle motion. She crossed her legs to trap his foot at her crotch and Pratik watched them with a smile.
- Man, I never knew I would get so turned on sucking your cock Ravi! - Pratik said in his husky, deep voice.
- I didn't believe you were actually doing that at first! - Ravi laughed and said. - In fact I can't believe it is actually happening, this, you, me, Soma... man, amazing! Just too fucking much!
- So you liked it did you? - Soma asked with a smile, as she gripped his foot harder between her thighs.
- Sweetheart, I loved it! You're amazing, Prats is amazing, this whole fucking scene is amazing! And I'll tell you frankly, I want more. I want more of you. I want to fuck you now and probably for the rest of my life!
Pratik laughing, said - O really? You want to fuck my girl for the rest of your life is it? Well pal, she comes with baggage - me! So if you want her you'll have to want me too!
- But that's just it! I want you both! This threesome is the best.
They had been friends for some years now. Ravi's place was where Pratik took Soma for their occasional fuck sessions, whenever they got the chance. Living alone, he welcomed their company and had a room to spare them. He had also once confessed to Pratik when just the two of them were getting drunk together, that he had the hots for Soma. At the time, Pratik had been offended and hypocritically prudish. He had warned Ravi not to try anything with her and faithful friend that he was, Ravi had not. Some weeks later though, Pratik while making love to Soma had mentioned a fantasy of fucking her along with another man. She too had expressed a keenness and that had eventually led to today's outcome.
Nothing had been planned. Today's ménage a trois was unintentional and had just happened. Pratik and Soma had come over as they usually did. Ravi had a lot of beer in the freezer and Pratik had scored some good dope. With the summer heat bearing down they had made the room dark and that had created a different ambience, far more intimate and soft. The combination of both the beer and dope and the dark room had resulted in a sexually charged atmosphere. Ravi and Soma had been trading sexy jokes while Pratik lay next to her, his bejeaned thighs right up against hers. At one point Ravi left the room to go to the loo, and Pratik and Soma went in to a clinch. He had been squeezing her full breast over her clothes and kissing her open mouth, sucking her tongue, his thigh now over hers, between her legs, when Ravi returned. It was the first time Ravi had seen them like that. While he knew they were fucking each other, he had only seen them kiss and hug once in a while before him.
