Part 1
My threesome fantasy finally came true early! It was awesome, everything that I could have hoped for and more. I’ve waited a bit to write about it because the days immediately following I was still on sensory overload; I struggled to even get it into my journal. Now I feel that it’s time to write about it more detail. I’ll probably post a few times about this experience, there’s plenty here, but we’ll start with the extra good stuff.
It came about with Minou and a girl that we will call Ninfa, a dark-haired beauty and ferocious kisser. It was all surprisingly non-awkward and free-flowing. Nothing seemed forced or weird. I thought there would be more awkwardness simply because we were all nervous, but I guess it’s a sign that the three of us were a good choice for each other that there wasn’t. I’m happy that it happened with Minou, she and I had talked about it for quite some time, but it never worked out and then looked like it probably wouldn’t for the two of us, then it did.
Ninfa came over one Thursday night and I made us Margaritas, I had put together a playlist for us earlier that day (I was in nervous, over-prepare mode). It turned it that she was a dancer like the two of us and the playlist was heavy on the jazz and blues. We hung out for a bit in the living room, drinking Margaritas, listening to the music. This beginning transition to the bedroom was the most awkward part, all three knew we would end up in the bedroom, but weren’t sure how to make the transition. All the groundwork for the night had already been laid, driven by the two girls over the last couple weeks. Both girls wanted a first girl on girl experience and were attracted to each other, but I don’t think either of them really wanted a completely girl on girl experience. For them it was a way to get a taste, as much of a taste as they wanted, alongside something more familiar, and they both liked the idea of a threesome. It couldn’t have worked out better for me.
A steamy blues dance between myself and Ninfa was what finally broke the last of the ice; we ended the dance and she melted into my arms and then walked back over to the couch and started making out with Minou. I love blues dancing.
That quickly transitioned us into the bedroom and from there things flowed organically from one to the next. That’s what I remember most about the night, a tangle of arms, legs, mouths, and naked flesh, never staying in one place, moving from one position to the next. My memory is a sense of that ever-shifting dynamic, of all of our warm bodies, lovely and naked. That and a few particularly spectacular snapshots.
Minou and Ninfa continued making out in the bedroom and I slipped in for my first kiss with Ninfa. She took the lead in taking off Minou’s shirt and the clothes flew off after that, her pants coming off, helping Minou with her pants, my shirt and pants, my taking her of her shirt, and her shedding her bra.
The two girls took the lead with each other, probably better that way. It didn’t matter, I fit in pretty naturally. Minou and Ninfa continued to make out, their hands roaming, tentatively at first and quickly getting bolder. Ninfa and I each took on of Minou’s nipples in our mouths, and then moving up and down her body with our mouths and fingers. One of us kissing her, the other pleasuring her body. Then it was Ninfa on the bottom, Minou and I roving over her body. So many different variations that they blur together, switching it up.
Minou went down on her and I stayed up kissing her, sucking on her nipples, my hands teasing her body. Watching Minou between Ninfa’s legs. It was a night of spectacular visuals for me. Switching it up to Ninfa between her legs, my mouth and hands pleasuring Minou. I kissed her while she moaned into my mouth from the things Ninfa was doing with her tongue. At one point Minou was sitting up, Ninfa’s tongue between her legs, me holding Minou from behind, finding her breasts with my hands, her neck with my tongue, nibbling on her earlobe. Minou and I sucking her nipples together. Ninfa and I kissing across Minou while Ninfa’s fingers continued to work their magic.
Ninfa was a good kisser, among other things, very different from Minou. With me it was very intense, rough, biting, pulling, tongue darting in and out. Minou told me that with her it was very different, that it was softer, less intense. I think Ninfa just responded to me like that. She liked my fingers tangled in her thick black curls, liked the more intense from me.
They laid me back on the bed and Minou took me into her mouth. Ninfa moved up and down my body, kissing me, sucking y nipples, dragging her nails across my skin. The nails across my skin were great, and she was all about the intense sensation of the nails, especially on the back. This really was sensation overload, the two of them together, two pairs of hands, tongues, their hair tickling my skin. Minou working her awesome magic on my balls. Then they switched places, Ninfa taking me into her mouth, Minou moving up my body to kiss me. Very different styles on my cock, both good. Ninfa continued the intense theme down below.
Minou moved back down and it was both of them on my cock and balls at once. It was as fantastic as I imagined that it would be. Talk about sensation overload. The two of them on me at once, Ninfa working my cock in and out of her mouth, and Minou pleasuring my balls. It was nuts how good all of this was, the stimulation of one on my cock plus one of them everywhere else all at once was super intense, it felt like hands and mouths everywhere. Mind blowing.
I stopped them before I came, I didn’t want things to end their, and that was a good choice. We transitioned back to oral and fingering. The exact order of events here is hard to put a definite finger on. It’s a blur of deliciously naked flesh, ever moving, pleasure, gasps.
I went down on Ninfa, parting her legs and kissing my way up her thighs, teasing the edges of her pussy before taking a long lick all the way up. She and Minou were kissing while I used my tongue on Ninfa. I was delighted to make another woman cum. She liked the rough tongue and it felt like she came hard.
She was eager to get back between Minou’s legs. She made Minou cum while I sucked on her nipples, doing my best to give her as much sensation overload as possible.
Minou went down on Ninfa again after a few minutes rest collapsed on the bed. She kneeled on the bed, bending down to run her tongue along Ninfa’s pussy. This way her head was down between Ninfa’s legs and her ass up in the air. I took a moment to admire the view with Minou’s ass and kneeling body turning into Ninfa stretched out on the bed soaking up Minou’s ministrations.
I slipped on a condom and slipped into Minou from behind. This was excellent on all fronts. It was a classic threesome moment. I’m fucking Minou from behind while she’s licking Ninfa, both girls moaning and gasping. I throw in some spanking, making Minou gasp. Then Minou asks her if she wants to switch. It was probably best for everyone that she was the one to suggest it. She and Ninfa switch places, and I changed condoms. Ninfa crawled into position, breasts hanging down, looking at me for a long delectable moment before bending over Minou and presenting me with that lovely tight ass. I took her from behind, again throwing in a few swats which she seemed to like. I had watched her reactions when I swatted Minou, trying to judge what she thought, and the way she kissed seemed to indicate she liked things a bit rough. The spanking was clearly turning her on. We continued like this with me fucking her from behind, taking a page from her book and dragging my nails down her back, swatting her; she was licking Minou’s pussy, Minou on her back enjoying, bouncing a little from my thrusts. She was watching me too, smiling at the visual herself. I finally came like that, thrusting into Ninfa. So good, and great visuals.
At that point we all collapsed in exhaustion on the bed. I wondered if that would be the end of things. How would the end go? Would Ninfa get up and go home? Hang out for a bit? It ended up that she stayed the night and it was not the end of things, but rather more of a midpoint. I was surprised, but pleasantly; it was another sign of the non-awkwardness that permeated the whole affair. It’s funny how the absence of something can be something. It worked out well that she stayed the night, not only did it mean we got to continue later, but it was nice, and I think it made everything a little more comfortable.
I certainly wasn’t complaining about spending more time with two deliciously naked, lovely ladies, and we did sleep for a bit. Ninfa took the middle. Sometime the week before we were in a bar and I remember her gleefully joking that if she ever ended up in our apartment she definitely got to be in the middle. Minou and I glanced at each and smiled, hopeful that she actually would end up at our apartment in the middle. That was the first night that Ninfa and I hung out or had any sort of real conversation. I pulled out extra charming Lance, and thankfully for us I really was delightfully charming that night. There was a whole group of us out in a bar, and Minou and I were working it together, totally on the same page, each of us working it with her separately and then together. It was cool.
It was understandably hard to for me to get any sleep. Ninfa was in the middle, me spooning her on one side, Minou facing her on the other. The post-sex cuddling was nice, how could it not be? Partway through the night Minou and I were at it again, and this time Ninfa stayed out of it, tired. Minou and I were just too worked up to leave things alone. She climbed on top of me and rode me hard until I came again. Minou took the middle after that, and finally I think all three of us got some sleep.
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