Threesomes and other random thoughts

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.