My First Threesome: Nervous Thrill After Closing Time
It was in my living room, that lazy Sunday afternoon after closing the restaurant. Heart pounding already. I’d skipped my usual nap for coffee with Djamila and her guy Vince. Big, tattooed, cat-like moves. Younger than her, towering over. We crashed on cushions by the low table. Chat flowed easy at first. Then Djamila steered to sex talk. Justifying her girl crushes to him. Reassuring his cock kept her hooked. I watched distant, eyelids heavy. But their kiss snapped me awake. Hands roaming. His fingers slid under her skirt. Legs parted wide, no shame. My pulse raced. Stomach twisted—fear? Desire? No turning back now.
I stayed put, voyeur buzz hitting hard. His knuckles climbed her thighs. Slow, teasing. Tongues flicked, she mewled. He rubbed her pussy through white lace panties. Fabric darkened. She broke free, knelt on the couch. Yanked his tee off. Hers next—full, perky tits, brown nipples stiff. Skirt hiked up, off. Poofy bush escaping panties. He shoved her down, mouth on crotch. Sucking cloth, soaking it. ‘Eat me, pig, I’m so juicy,’ she purred. Heat gripped my core. Fingers unbuttoned jeans, dove into my bush. Wet already. He caught my eye, smirking at my frantic strokes. ‘You sluts with hairy cunts turn me on.’ I kicked jeans off, legs splayed, three fingers plunging deep.
The Approach
He stripped slow, boxer bulge throbbing. She tugged it free—cock sprang out, thick. She jerked it soft, then sucked, hair held back for my view. He arched: ‘Suck me, slut, show Olivia.’ I mauled my tits through shirt, clit like a hard candy between fingers. Pussy gushing. ‘Show your tits!’ I stripped bare. Heavy breasts swung free, nipples peaked. Kneaded them, offering. Humping air, fingering wild. ‘Fuck her now, I wanna see!’ He flipped her back, yanked panties aside. Bush like mine, lips gleaming. She hooked knees to chest, obscene split. One thrust—deep sigh. He pounded, pulling almost out each time. Her tits jiggled mad. Smells hit: sweat, musk. I rubbed furious, eyes locked on their join.
The Instant
She came screaming. He pulled out, cock slick, veiny. ‘My turn?’ I crawled, engulfed his Djamila-flavored dick. Salty-sweet. Licked balls, shaft, probed his ass rough. ‘Fucking slut!’ But he bucked in. Craved more. Dragged her to floor, 69’d. Peeled soaked panties. Lapped her folds, clit, asshole—tart nectar. He jerked watching. Guided him back in her pussy over my tongue. Slapped her ass red. ‘Harder!’ She froze, face in my cunt. Switched—eased his cock to her tight ring. Wet, ready. She begged: ‘Fuck my ass, Vince!’ In he went. I sucked balls as he railed. He tensed—came hard, flooding her. She squirted on my mouth. I clenched thighs on her face, exploding. Urine trickled—hers into me, mine to her. He tasted it kissing me.
Shower later: she soaped his soft cock. He pissed her ass cheeks. I offered mine—hot stream on my hole, Djamila spreading. Came rubbing clit. Nap finally. Woke to them tangled. He hard against belly. Stroked him quiet, sucked silent load while she slept. Thick spurts down throat. Innocence gone. World rawer, hornier. Heart still races remembering.
