The Accidental Throuple

Anne kissed her back. She held her face and she kissed her back as she ground her ass back into me. My heart was racing and my stomach was in my throat. I didn't agree to this. My girlfriend was kissing someone else. So why was I so hard? My morning wood that day was already much stiffer than normal, but this kiss pushed me to Olympian levels. It remains the hardest I have ever been. The vainer parts of me wish I could have taken the opportunity to measure myself, just so that for the rest of my life I would have those precious extra millimeters of ego.

I think, if it was a man she was kissing, it would still be hot. But it would also trigger more insecurities in me: I would be asking "is he hotter than me?" "is he bigger than me?" "is he more of a man?". But she was kissing Sarah, a woman, a beautiful woman, a beautiful woman I had fucked. I gripped Anne's strong, lean body tighter against me, feeling the mass of her ass squish into my thigh. She let go of Sarah's face with one hand and reached back for my cock. At first she just sort of held it, over my sweatpants, like a handshake. Almost like she was trying to reassure me. The added girth from the layers of fabric made her hand feel so small around it.

They kept kissing. Sarah was letting out these delicate little moans. Her eyes were closed, and her smooth, shiny black hair spilled and scattered over the pillow behind her. With Anne's hand gone from her face I could see her the movement of her chin and neck as she kissed. Something about the sight of her jaw awakened something primal in me. She looked so small, so womanly. A stray beam of light drifted through a slit in the drapes and perfectly illuminated her delicate collarbone, casting it in dramatic shadow.

As I held Anne tight I could feel Sarah's hands begin to explore her body, roaming from her face to her hips, pulling up Anne's sleep shirt and spidering up her muscular flank to the bounty of her breasts. I loosened my grip to let her slide the shirt up over her breasts, but then pulled her back in close. Anne's hand slipped through my sweatpants and boxers and grabbed my cock directly. She wrapped her hand around the tip, and started gently squeezing, jerking off just the head through my foreskin. It didn't feel like she was giving me a handjob so much as she was giving my erection some well-deserved encouragement. Keeping the engine running, so to speak.

Sarah moved in closer to Anne, and as she did so I felt her tits, bare and pierced, press against my arm and Anne's chest. Anne was warm, but Sarah's skin was almost cool to the touch. I had hooked up with one or two women with nipple piercings, but hadn't encountered any in so long. I don't think of myself as a nipple piercings guy, I don't seek them out in porn, but I've always loved what they represent. I remember women in college joking about how their visible nipples were the accessory their outfit needed. I remember Sarah talking about how she got them pierced separately, because if she lost sensitivity in one nipple she didn't want to risk losing it in the other. I remember women showing up to class in short skirts and tank tops with those little dots poking through their shirt. I didn't see that in the "adult" world, in my late twenties. Even Sarah's had only started showing up when she lived with us, I can't remember a single night on the town where they were poking through her dress. But here they were, poking through nothing but the air, grazing against me. I hoped it was doing as much for her as it was for me.

I started kissing the back of Anne's neck, and breathing on her ear, and from my new position I could see that Sarah's arm was now reaching down into Anne's panties, and her fingers were working away at her. They were kissing open-mouth at this point, taking occasional breaks to breathe, letting loose mewing moans all the while. To Anne's credit, her ministrations on my cock never ceased or even slowed, despite her approaching climax. I was kissing the side and base of her neck, and massaging her tit, rubbing the back of my forearm against Sarah's piercings. I didn't have the confidence yet to touch them directly, but I knew that this was something I could do.

Anne shuddered and shook with an orgasm, my hand on her breast, her hand on my cock, Sarah's hand on her clit. It wasn't a dramatic one, or especially long-lived, but she arrived at it faster than I had ever seen before, even with her vibrator. She turned her head and immediately started kissing me. Her hand momentarily left my cock as she reached back to Sarah, and before I knew it she was guiding Sarah's head over and down until her lips met my shaft. Then, she shifted her body around to face me as we made out like teenagers.

If you've never kissed a woman while getting your cock sucked, you might not realize exactly how strange a sensation it is. It shouldn't bethatstrange--you've certainly had your cock in a pussy as you've kissed someone, and while a mouth feels different, they still boil down to the same thing: warm, wet, inviting. I think that's what makes it weird, though, because it lulls you into thinking that it's something you've experienced before, and then every time her mouth does something different you're reminded of what's happening. And Sarah's cocksucking was a novelty to me--I had hopped from one long-term relationship to another, so Sarah was the only third woman to suck my cock in seven? eight years?

Anne was, as I've mentioned, extremely competent and deliberate. She used her tongue and her hands a lot, and with great precision. She never took me especially deep, both because deepthroating wasn't a skill she had cared to master and because she knew that the head was the most important part, and she wanted to be able to use her tongue and her palate on it. Sarah, meanwhile, took me straight to the hilt, gagging just a little as she reached the bottom. I moved one hand to the back of her head, just resting it there, not pushing or even guiding her. Anne's hand soon joined mine. She wasn't quite so gentle. After Sarah's first gasping dive onto my cock she came up for air. On her second plunge Anne held head down, throat filled with cock, for just a little bit longer than last time. I moved my hand away from Sarah's head so I could focus more on Anne, who at this point had broken away from my mouth and was tonguing my ear.

On Sarah's third stroke to my hilt, she held me in her throat and started swallowing. I could feel the movement directly on the exposed head of my cock, and the tensing of her lips around the base of my shaft. Anne wound her fingers into Sarah's hair and gently pulled on it as she held her down, and I thrust my hips up into her, just a little, involuntarily.

After Sarah's fourth and longest dive yet (Anne's hand coaching her to stay submerged), she took a break to catch her breath and lick my balls, gently tonguing the back of them as she panted. My mouth, freed from Anne's, was letting loose the most embarrassing noises, eking out half-syllables that turned into incoherent sighs and grunts and moans. I think the only reason I didn't cum is that I was too overwhelmed by the sensation of Anne's tongue on my ear and Sarah's tongue on my balls and the lingering memory of the sight of them kissing. Sarah gave me a few regular strokes with her mouth and hand before burying her nose in my pubes for her fifth plunge, at which point Anne took the opportunity to climb aboard my face. I started in with a frenzy, but Anne's wriggling told me that she was still too sensitive from her recent orgasm, so I switched to gently tracing my tongue around her labia.

After a few more long, choking plunges, Sarah moved away from my cock. I could feel Anne moving above me, and after a moment Sarah straddled me and gently teased rubbed her wet slit along my erection, rocking back and forth along my length, smearing herself on the underside. I'm not sure what cued her to finally let me inside, whether she was just waiting for my cock to be properly lubed by her juices or whether Anne gave her some affirmation I couldn't make out. But at the end of one back-and-forth swipe of her pussy along my shaft she grabbed me, lined me up just right, and then sank swiftly downward, taking the whole of me into her, raw. Anne's cunt muffled my moans as Sarah began to ride.

I've never been much of a hookups guy, and when I have been I used condoms. And so while I've always been academically aware that each vagina feels different, I've never really had the ability to compare how two feel--by the time I feel a new one, I've forgotten the last. So this was the first time I could ever really compare how two women felt on me. Sarah was wetter. That was the first thing I noticed. She was sloppy wet, slippery. If I hadn't been there the whole time I would have sworn she used a whole bottle of lube. She was about as tight as Anne, but I slid into her more smoothly than I knew was even possible. If there wasn't a pussy in my face I'd be worrying about the bedsheets. But there was a pussy in my face, and Anne had begun to lean forward, putting her clit back in my line of fire. I did my best to refocus my efforts on her, as I wrapped my arms around her thighs and grabbed her big, strong ass, fingers digging into her muscles, feeling the meat.

Sarah didn't ride like Anne. No one rides like Anne. And frankly, it was for the better, because if she milked an orgasm out of me this early into my first threesome I don't think I'd ever live it down. Plus, we hadn't actually talked about anything or set any boundaries, and cumming in another woman still at this point felt like a bridge too far.

She was so wet it felt like I wasn't actually moving inside her at all, like she was just rubbing the head of my cock with the smooth, uniform, muscled walls of her cunt. But then all of a sudden she leaned forward just a little, and my head found itself suddenly sinking into some magical corner in the depths of her, deeper than I ever knew was possible. Her slick slit drenched my balls, leaving them as warm and wet as the cock she had engulfed.

I knew, somewhere inside me, that there was a world outside of this moment, this feeling. There were muffled sounds echoing through Anne's thighs, and from the movement of my pubes I could tell that she was rubbing Sarah's clit. But the only thing that existed to me, in that moment, was pussy. It was the only thing I could taste, or smell, or feel. It had subsumed the whole of my being. Every sensory organ on my body was chanting,screaming, "warm, wet, snug" in unison. There was no longer space, or time, or thought, or feeling. Only cunt.

Involuntarily, my tongue and my lips synced to the rhythm of Sarah's hips. I sucked and licked as she bounced and pulsed, her rhythm in turn matching Anne's fingers. You could set a metronome by the cacophony of our smacking lips and slapping hips, a krautrock cadence of fucking. We kept our steady pace as the intensity of our movement built to a crescendo.

I didn't really remember details from the time Sarah and I had sex all those years ago. Part of why we decided to just be friends is that it wasn't great, and part of why it wasn't great is that we were both pretty drunk. But I remembered all of our subsequent salacious conversations in incredible detail. Once, as we were strolling through a park, she remarked that she hated when men would thrust while she was riding, that it was always messing up the rhythm. But then she paused for a moment, furrowed her brow, and tilted her head to the side, and added "But Shawn would do this thing where he only thrust in and not out, and that was really good, that works."

At the time I had no idea what it meant. But now, the head of my raging erection lost in a pocket deep inside her, I understood. I moved my hips to gently push against the walls of her pussy that already engulfed it, not focusing on the in-out motion that would stimulate my shaft, just gently probing the pocket that had trapped me. I tensed my abs and my glutes and lifted my hips just so, and somehow pushed in myself just a little bit deeper than balls deep, returning to our previous equilibrium at the end of each thrust. It was hard to hold myself like that while I drowned myself in my girlfriend's pussy, but when you're put in a critical situation the body can do incredible things. And a threesome qualifies as a critical situation.

It was too much for her. Sarah began to twitch and moan erratically, throwing our delicate balance into disarray. No longer about throwing off her rhythm, I put my feet flat on the bed and started to fuck up into her in earnest as she shook, using my arms to pull Anne down harder onto my face as my hips thrust up. I couldn't see her or hear her, but I could feel her hips buck against me as I fucked her through her orgasm. As her body came to a halt so did mine. She dismounted, and Anne wiggled free of my arms before doing the same. We all laid there a minute, panting, and laughing a bit.

I was still so hard that I could see my heartbeat in my cock. Even as we caught our breath, my erection didn't wane, and it still pulsed with that iambic rhythm. But I started to worry that my first threesome had come to an end, and that I didn't even get to cum. Perhaps sensing my worry or perhaps just finally reinvigorated, Anne rolled over towards me, grabbed my still-raging erection by the base, and gave it a single, long, slow lick from the base to the tip. Then she did it again, waggling her tongue in a furtive dance as she went. At the end of the stroke she smacked her lips. "Delicious," she giggled, the first word spoken aloud since we started. She looked embarrassed to be as delighted as she was.

Sarah was laying on her back, running her fingers idly over her skin, playing gently with her breasts and watching us. Anne, on her belly, gave me a third lick, this time really savoring it. Her eyes were gently closed, and when her face was near the base of the shaft she breathed in deep through her nose, contemplating my and Sarah's commingled musk. She used her hand at the base to gently pull my foreskin back, like she was about to launch into a more sincere blowjob, but then she stopped. She withdrew her head from my lap and raised her hips in invitation. Her back into a smooth, exponential curve, the kind so sharp that it separated the glorious cheeks of her ass and exposed everything to the open air. It wasn't clear at first if she wanted to be eaten or fucked, but then she turned, and the look she gave me told me it was time.

Sarah, at this point, was propped up against the headboard like she was watching TV in bed. I could see her whole body for the first time in a decade. Her pink, hard nipples, her tidy black landing strip, the tattoos under her breasts, the soft skin of her belly, my faded memories suddenly vivid in front of me. But at the same time, changed--the barbells in her tits, the muscles on her shoulder, the newfound thickness of her thighs. One hand was caressing her breast, occasionally gently running her nails over her almost-always-erect nipples; the other was idly, lazily exploring her labia, clearly uninterested in pursuing another orgasm at this time. I got up onto my knees, sauntered over to Anne, and locked eyes with Sarah as I buried myself in with a sharp, sudden thrust.

I paused a moment, deep inside Anne's welcoming cunt, and then resumed with a less aggressive tenor. My hands gripped her hips tight, and my eyes never left Sarah's. In doggy, Anne usually supported herself with her elbows, or braced her arms against the wall or headboard. Today her face was buried in the sheets, and as I fucked I saw her arms begin to reach out towards Sarah, each hand grabbing an ankle. Sarah slithered on her back into place, letting Anne bury her face in the pussy that mere minutes ago had been filled with my cock. She ran her fingers through Anne's hair, pulling her in and grinding, fucking my girlfriend's face as I railed her from behind. She was no longer looking at me, but I kept inspecting her face, watching the pleasure spill out over her. She looked serene. I watched the power of my thrusts propagate through the scene: first, as ripples in Anne's ass, fat and muscle working together in unison to create the perfect jiggle; second, passing through her whole body, the toned muscles in her back gently shaking and her hair bouncing with it; third, in Sarah's body, the momentum passing both through the mattress and through Anne herself to make those little pierced tits bounce; and finally, in Sarah's face, as each stroke pushed Anne's face harder into Sarah's cunt.

Anne, for all her virtues, has never been a multitasker. As my cock's relentless percussion worked its way through her body, she wrestled her head free of Sarah's gentle grasp and started gasping and moaning against her thighs.

I could see a look of disappointment briefly flit across Sarah's eyes. Then, ever the pragmatist, she rose, and walked on her knees over to me. She spent a moment watching us, scrutinizing us. If it weren't for the obvious lust in her eyes I'd almost start to feel insecure, being watched like that. Once she had made her observations, she reached out a hand to cup Anne's breast, holding it by the nipple as the mass of her bouncing tit tugged against her fingers. She moved her body closer to mine, and then reached her other hand between Anne's thighs to begin rubbing her clit. I could feel her breath against the sweat on my neck, the gentle pressure of her fingers on Anne's clit rubbing against the dorsal vein of my cock on each thrust, the warmth radiating off her body and clinging to mine.

I moved one hand from Anne's hips and grabbed Sarah by the ass, pulling her in close to me. My hand could barely stretch around the curve of her cheek, but as I closed my fingers her skin yielded and compressed. I felt her nipple piercings against my flank, bouncing off of my chest as I thrust. Anne's babbling moans made it clear her climax was imminent. Sarah leaned in to my face, and for just a moment I thought she was going to kiss me, but she nudged my cheek with her nose and her lips glided towards my ear where she whispered, softly but enunciated, "I want you to cum in her. I want you to flood her with your cum. I want her to feel every last drop of you fill her up, and I know she wants it too. Please just empty that big fat cock into your girlfriend's pussy for me."

I don't know who was the chicken here and who was the egg, or if it was truly simultaneous, but we both came. Anne's convulsing contractions milked me as I pumped shot after shot of cum into her, my abs and my ass tensing with each full-body pulse as I obeyed Sarah's whispered command. Every muscle in my body mobilized in unison to evacuate as much semen from me as humanly possible. By the time I was done I was barely thrusting, everything I could muster barely inching me back and forth as I emptied my the last of my strength into her.

Anne flopped her hips down onto the bed as I rolled onto my back beside her. From my perch I could see Sarah's gaze lingering on Anne's pussy, or perhaps at the cum that had started to gently seep from it. What guilt I felt for leaving her without a second orgasm quickly gave way to a deep exhaustion. As my eyes began to heavy, I remember Sarah saying "I should... I'm gonna go shower" before scampering out of the room, still nude.

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When Anne and I awoke, we were cuddling, and more correctly-oriented on the bed than I remembered. She was looking up at me with those big brown eyes. "I had a lot of fun this morning. Did you?"

I don't know why I felt like I was walking on eggshells, she and Sarah are the ones who started it, but I still chose each word carefully. "I had a lot of fun too. I love you madly."