This post will be a bit long and rambling,
but be patient as I will get to where
I’m going. Also it will have fewer illustrations than usual as I couldn’t find many that really fitted.
Let me start with an anecdote from a few years back. I had a boyfriend I will
call John for the sake of this post with whom I had a fairly relaxed relationship.
Arty and decadent he was an easy going hedonist, and knew all the restaurants
and cafes in Chelsea and had no problem
with whatever I might get up to when not with him. In turn I never questioned him about his sex life when
I was not seeing him.
So far so good. In parallel with this I had a
female friend who I will call Emma to protect
the innocent. Emma was an artist and a therapist, very boho with
long dark hair and a weakness for big dangly earrings.
I knew that she was bisexual, but for
whatever reason neither of us had ever given out any of those signals that
indicate an interest in starting anything between us. I knew that she knew John,
but what I didn’t know was that she had been sleeping with him,
nor did I know that one evening after drinking
a bit too much , Emma had confessed to John that she rather fancied me.(Hang in there as this is where it
gets interesting!)
John being John contrived an evening where we
all met up for a quiet meal in The Picasso Cafe in the Kings Road (is it still there
I wonder?) then all just happened to go back to his place for coffee. It didn’t
take us two girls too long to cotton on to what he was hoping to achieve as he gradually
filled the place with candle light and was being very generous with the Rioja. The
bastard was hoping to get us all no a threesome ! As realisation dawned we two girls looked at each other and wordlessly asked
if we should or should not. It was Emma bless her heart who made the decision
and she leaned across and kissed me, and followed it by kissing John.
The next hour was pretty exiting stuff. Although
we did not know it at the time, it was the first threesome for all of us and we were
determined to get as much out of it as we could. We progressively undressed
each other and very soon all three of us were writhing naked on his big bed, but
there was a bit if a hidden agenda to it. Both Emma and I were pretty turned on
by this new experience, but without a word
being spoken we also wanted to get our own back on John for being so
sneaky with us both. Yes, he got the benefit of being fondled and pleasured by
two pretty naked girls, and, credit where it’s due he seemed to be sharing his
penetrations equally between us, but most of the real action was between Emma
and myself. After he had fired his first shot and was temporarily invalided out
of the trenches, Emma and I took our time indulging each other as if John
wasn’t even there.
The upshot was that John and I continued to see and enjoy each other
from time to time, but also Emma and I became somewhat closer than we had been. Not a bad result all in all, so thank you, John!.
With threesomes it doesn’t take advanced maths to consider
all the possible permutations: three boys or three girls,
two girls and
one boy,
and
two boys and one girl. Leaving the same sex coupling out of it, I would
argue that the combination that makes the
most sense is two men and one woman (No
this is not me being selfish!) We girls have the benefit of the multiple
orgasm, and even those who have a
problem with that can have repeat sex
without difficulty. One girl can keep
quite a few man happy and entertained, but the opposite is not so easy.
I could say quite a lot more but time presses, so I will cheat by leaving you with an extract from Educating Anna. In it there is a dream sequence which includes the girl in the dream being made love to by two men at the same time. In due course the girl finds herself being is been spanked by the two men at the same time as well, the two of them sitting on opposite chairs with their knees locked together, and afterwards a young exquisite maid appears and give her comfort.
The sequence is quite long, so to spare your
impatience I will just give you the first part of it and leave you to read it in your own time. Hope you enjoy it.
The room has
long round topped windows curtained with faded pale fabric that trails to the
floor. It is sparsely furnished and has something of the look of an old lady on
whose face can still be seen the traces of the dramatic beauty that once was.
It could be in any grand house in any major capitol in any European city, but
lost in the depths of her mind the girl in the room has some vague memory of
speaking French shortly before she came to be here, so she thinks that it is
likely to be Paris, but is not really concerned. What is about to happen is far
more important.
In the
centre of the room is a padded bench, the size of a child’s bed and as high as
a dining table. The girl is lying on the bench. She is wearing a simple pale
lavender dress which has been pulled up to her waist, and the top is fully
unbuttoned and spread wide so her naked breasts thrust skywards. She is not
wearing any panties though she is sure she was before she came to be in the
room. At one end, her head hangs over the end of the bench and at the other,
her knees are drawn up and her loins are thrust forward. She is not sure how
she has come to be so nakedly exposed or on this bench, but anticipation of
what is to come has obliterated all other matters from her head.
Standing at
her head is a young man who is quite naked. He is fair and beautiful and his
finely muscled body is almost feminine in its grace save for his aggressively
erect penis which projects above the girl’s face. She lies there breathing
expectantly, looking up at the naked penis only a tongue’s distance from her
face. At the other end is another man. He is also naked, but unlike the other
he is darker and heavier with a pelt of fine hair on his broad chest, His penis
has the feral darkness of a stallion’s, and is so engorged with sexual longing
that it quivers as it reaches out towards her.
The dark man
leans forward, and with surprising grace for one so strong and masculine starts
to lick the girl’s sex with his tongue, taking the juice from it as if sucking
the pulp from a fig. His tongue works softly and in little stroking movements
and she shifts on the bench as a small sigh of pleasure escapes her lips.
Reaching her arms behind her head she grasps the fair man’s buttocks, and
projecting her tongue she licks the length of his penis, washing away the
glistening drops that reappear with each stroke of her tongue. The dark man
stands up and taking his penis in his hand starts to rub the tip of it up and
down the opening of the girl’s sex and over her clitoris creating new desires
in her sexual nerve ends and sending waves of pleasure spreading through her
body. The tip of the man’s penis, touching and teasing her, not penetrating but
playing with her, is so tantalizing that she squirms as if to escape, and even
the man has difficulty in controlling the electric pulses of pleasure rippling
through him. By teasing her he is teasing himself and even though he is in
control of it, it's almost too much to bear.
He pushes
his penis into her, both of them gasping with the shock of the new stimulation.
He moves it in and out, slowly, gently and unhurriedly testing their joint
reaction, and at the same time the fair man slides his penis into the moist
opening that is her mouth. He leans over her and takes her naked breasts into
his hands, caressing and exploring their shape, the nipples pushing their
desire up to the palms of his hands. His fingers work expertly, coaxing and
teasing the full potential of their arousal till independently of the rest of
her they are twin globes of tingling sensation, and all the while he makes love
to her mouth, firmly, quietly, each stroke assured and positive, gauged to
bring toward his moment of full release, but wholly controlling when that will
be. The two men’s movements are in complete unison, firmly and smoothly
penetrating the quivering moist conduit of pleasure that is the girl’s body.
The pleasure she is now feeling, transmitted from all quarters of her woman’s
body is so exquisite it is beyond bearing, yet though she craves release from
these shattering sensations, she longs for this to go on without ceasing, to
exist permanently in the crucible of erotic stimulation that is this moment.
The penis in her mouth is like fresh fruit, firm and hard, yet ripe with the
juice she aches to suck into her mouth and throat, and the other, thrusting
darkly into the depths of her sexuality, an instrument of fecund delight she
wants to draw into herself till its fountain of seed volcanoes into her.
The rhythm
and pace increases, the two men arching their backs with the movement, wave
upon wave rippling through all three bodies. She has already gone beyond the
point where she would normally have exploded, but the men’s skill is such that
as they coax her erotic temperature to levels she has never before experienced,
they contrive to keep her from the moment of release for which her body now
screams.
The pace
changes and now they are fucking her. She is being fucked and fucked,
powerfully, demandingly, her mouth and loins no longer in her control in any
way, but orifices of erotic pleasure for the two men. But this is what she now
wants, the nerve ends of pleasure inside her raised way beyond all normal
levels. Fuck me and fuck me, that’s what I want! Fuck me till I fall apart! She
is no longer the girl who came here barely an hour ago, no longer a person in
any sense, just a fuse wire connecting the electric terminals of their two
penises, linking them with a line of pleasure almost as if they were trying to
connect to each other through her body.
Their
fucking goes on, endlessly mining the depths of her sexual needs, relentlessly
stoking the erotic fire inside her, but when at last it is beyond any bearing,
when but for the hard engorged penis in her mouth fucking the soul from her she
would have screamed, at the precise same moment, with cries like midnight
banshees, they all three come with such judders of satisfaction it is as if
their limbs will fall away and their bodies shatter.
