My first threesome

My First Threesome
By: A.S. Swift

The anticipation was palpable as I walked into the dimly lit apartment, my heart pounding in my chest. Tonight was the night I had been waiting for, a chance to fulfill a fantasy I had always harbored but never had the courage to act upon until now.

The door creaked open slowly and there she was, Currie, her brown hair cascading down her slender shoulders, a devilish grin playing at the corners of her mouth. She was dressed in a barely there black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, the fabric teasing her small, pert breasts.

“Well hello there, handsome,” she purred, her eyes wandering over my body appreciatively. “I’m so glad you could make it.”

I stepped into the apartment and closed the door behind me, locking it with a definitive click. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I replied, my voice low and husky with desire.

As if on cue, another figure emerged from the shadows, her naked body shimmering in the soft light. Lila had been Currie’s roommate for months, their friendship blossoming into something more forbidden. She had a smattering of tattoos across her lithe frame, a colorful canvas that drew my eye to all the secret places I longed to explore.

“Oh good, you’re here,” Lila said, her voice breathy and full of longing. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

I couldn’t help but take in the sight before me: two gorgeous, scantily clad women, their eyes filled with lust and desire. A thrill ran through me as I realized this was really happening, that my first threesome was just seconds away from becoming a reality.

“Well then,” I said, approaching them with slow, deliberate steps. “Shall we get started?”

As if in unison, Currie and Lila moved towards me, their hands reaching out to explore the planes of my body. Lila’s fingers danced across my chest, her nails lightly tracing circles on my skin. Currie’s hands found the buckle of my belt, deftly unfastening it before moving on to the button of my jeans.

Heat pooled in my stomach as I watched them work in tandem, their eyes locked on mine, their lips parted in anticipation. I fought the urge to reach out and touch them, to feel the softness of their skin and the strength of their curves. Instead, I let them take the lead, marveling at their skill as they stripped me of my clothes, leaving me bare and aching with need.

Once I was fully nude, Currie and Lila took a step back, their eyes roving over my body hungrily. I could feel the weight of their gazes like a physical touch, igniting a fire deep in my core.

“I think we should start with a taste,” Lila said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t you agree?”

Before I could respond, she sank to her knees in front of me, her hands gripping my hips steadying myself as she took me into her mouth. Currie mirrored her actions, her head dipping down the other side of my shaft, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip.

The feeling of their mouths on me was indescribable, a symphony of sensation that had me seeing stars. I tangled my fingers in their hair, guiding them as they worked in tandem, their lips and tongues sliding over my skin with practiced ease.

I could feel my orgasm building, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter in my core. But before I could reach that peak, they pulled away, leaving me gasping and aching for more.

“Patience,” Currie whispered, her breath hot against my ear. “We have all night.”

With that, she and Lila moved to the bed, their bodies intertwining as they lay back against the pillows. They kissed each other deeply, their hands roaming over every inch of exposed skin. I watched, mesmerized by the sight, feeling a surge of lust so intense it was almost painful.

I joined them on the bed, my hands exploring the dips and curves of their bodies, tracing the lines of their tattoos. Currie kissed me deeply, her tongue Tangling with mine as Lila’s hands found my hips, guiding me into position.

In one swift motion, I was inside Lila, her body welcoming me with a warmth that stole my breath. I thrust slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight heat around me. Currie straddled my face, lowering herself onto my waiting tongue, her moans echoing in the room as I lapped at her center.

The three of us moved together in a dance as old as time, our bodies joined in a way that defied words. I could feel Currie’s arousal building, her hips grinding against my face as Lila’s nails dug into my back. The pressure was building inside me again, the need to release growing with each thrust and each moan.

With a final cry of pleasure, Currie reached her peak, her body shuddering above me as I continued to thrust into Lila. The feeling of Currie’s orgasm against my tongue pushed me over the edge, my own release bursting forth with a force that left me weak and breathless.

Lila followed soon after, her body clenching around me as she rode out her own wave of pleasure. The three of us collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, our chests heaving as we caught our breath.

In the afterglow, we talked and laughed, sharing stories and dreams. I marveled at the esteem in which Currie and Lila held their friendship, their ability to share this intimate experience without jealousy or resentment.

As the night drew to a close and we dressed to leave, I felt a sense of pride and accomplishment. I had stepped out of my comfort zone and made a memory I would cherish for a lifetime. And as I left Currie and Lila’s apartment, I knew that this was just the beginning of a new, exciting chapter in my life.