Holy Crap, this Threesome is HAPPENING

Was this how threesomes happened? Talking, and dancing around the idea, and awkwardness and then…. Waiting?

You sat on the edge of your bed, looking around and feeling awkward in your own space. This was your damn bedroom, and you didn’t know what to do with yourself. How long would it take for April to have her conversation with Zara? Or was it even a conversation? Maybe they were just fixing their makeup or something. Or maybe it was a conversation and Zara was going to back out. That would mean you’d probably have to drive them both back to their car at the restaurant - April hadn’t had anything to drink at the bowling alley so she’d probably be good to go, right?

Still nothing from outside the room. You blew out a breath and fished your phone out of your pocket. No texts or anything. You put it on the bedside table and then emptied your pockets into the drawer before sitting back down.

Should you grab a book? Would that be weird if they came in all ready to have sex and you were reading a SciFi anthology?

You were internally debating whether the anthology or a comic book would be worse when the clicking footsteps of their heels on the hardwood in the living area warned you they were coming. Looking up expectantly, you were a little surprised that Zara was in the lead and not April. Your girlfriend - God, she was your official, for real girlfriend! - was behind the redhead, but Zara stopped in the doorway and struck a pose, crossing her arms as she leaned one shoulder against the door frame and raised an eyebrow. The pose cocked her hip out, accentuating her thin, tall frame.

“Well, Mr Oliver, it seems that we have a lot to discuss,” she said smoothly.

“We do?” you asked. Mr Oliver?

“Of course we do,” she said, leaving her pose and entering the room with a decided sway to her hips. “We’ve been working together for, what’s it been, five years now? Me, your loyal secretary and you, my hard-working, genius boss. All those long hours that led to your success.”

Oooh, she’s roleplaying, you realised.

“It has been a lot of work,” you said. “Especially the business trips.”

“All those trips. You in one room, me in another. We couldn’t have any impropriety,” Zara said, giving a little pout as she reached out with her hands and ran her fingers along the collar of your shirt, then unbuttoned the second button to open it a little more. “Of course, now that your wife has decided you deserve some special attention, it was me she came to. You know we’ve been friends forever.”

“Of course,” you said, glancing past Zara to April, who was grinning and gave you a thumbs up. “My wife April adores you.”

“And I adore her,” Zara said, undoing another button on your shirt before sliding her hands into it, rubbing up to your shoulders. “Did you know we speak on the phone all the time, Mr Oliver? I don’t think we keep a single secret from each other?”

“Is that right?” you asked, wondering exactly how much April had actually told Zara.

“It is,” Zara said innocently. “Sit back, Mr Oliver. Get comfortable.”

You let her guide you a bit and you ended up in the middle of the bed, leaning back against your pillows. She came around to the end of the bed and cocked her head to the side, striking another pose as she looked at you through hooded eyes. She was gorgeous. She wasn’t April, but she was still stunning.

“What is it you and my wife have been talking about lately?” you asked once you were settled.

“Oh, everything,” Zara said with a playful smile. She glanced over at April and winked. “But there’s one thing in particular we agree on.”

“And what’s that?” you asked.

“It’s time for me to thank you for all those bonuses.” She climbed up onto the bed on her knees and leaned forward onto her hands as well, crawling up the bed and past your feet like she was a cat. Her ass stayed high as she arched her back and her short dress just barely kept her covered from your eyes, but April had to already be getting an eyeful as she smirked and watched the ‘scene’ unfolding.

Zara was hovering over your knees and she reached up and ran her hand from your knee and up your thigh. She hesitated when she found the outline of your cock, then wrapped her hand around it as best she could.

“Holy shit,” she said.

“Told you,” April chuckled quietly.

“Um,” Zara said, then shook her head and looked you in the eye, “Mr Oliver, this is going to be fun.”

“I hope so,” you agreed.

She started to stroke you through your slacks, and soon your cock was awake and firming up, pressing back against her hand as you groaned softly. Zara’s eyes were trained on where her hand was massaging up and down your thigh, a little wide as her fingers traced the ridge of your cock head up and down your shaft.

“Fuck, I need to see this thing,” she mumbled and quickly reached for your belt and got it and your pants undone. You had to shift to get your pants down and she pulled them all the way off of you, leaving you in your boxers. Your cock, caught as it was with you sitting down, was hard and sticking out the bottom of the leg hole. Zara shook her head, incredulous, then licked her palm and ran it over the head, making you groan at the contact with her smooth, slick skin. She looked over her shoulder at April. “This thing fits in you?”

“Perfectly,” April grinned. “And it’s gonna fit in you, too.”

Zara shook her head and turned back to you. “Can I use my mouth, Mr Oliver?”

“I would love that, Miss Zara,” you said.

She hadn’t even waited for permission, already dropping low with her ass still in the air as she pressed her lips to your cock head. She kissed it and sucked on half the head, running her tongue over it like she still wasn’t quite sure it was real. Then she sat back up. “Get those off,” she said, pointing at your boxers. “I gotta see this cock in all its fucking raw glory.”

You shifted again, sliding your boxers down, and this time April stepped forward and helped pull them from your final ankle because you didn’t have the time to do it yourself. As soon as your cock was free it raised into a thick, fleshy flagpole. Zara got one hand around it, about halfway up, the touch helping your firm up even more.

“Mmm,” she hummed to herself, her eyes intense as she looked from your cock to your eyes and back. She tilted it towards her, leaned forward a little more, and then swirled her tongue around the head as she looked into your eyes. She slurped her lips around the crown and popped off of it before starting to stroke your shaft with her hand, looking up into your eyes again.

“God,” you groaned and reached out and brushed some of her copper-red hair out of her eyes, tucking it behind her ear. “You are… wow.”

She moaned a little, wordless, and started to slowly bob her head, taking a bit more of your cock into your mouth every time. While she was doing that she also wiggled her butt, and whether it was on purpose or by accident that made her short dress slide a bit, and then a bit more, before her cute little ass was bare except for her red thong.

“How’s she doing, baby?” April asked quietly. She’d closed the door to your bedroom and was leaning against your dresser, one hand clutching it like she was afraid she was going to fall over and the other rubbing at her breast through her dress and bra.

“Fuck, April,” you groaned. “She’s-”

“Tell her,” April encouraged you.

“Zara, you are stunning,” you said, looking back down at the redhead as she played with your cock in her hand and mouth. “Like, you’re beautiful and have a great body, but that’s the obvious stuff. I’m- God, stop doing that for a second so I can make words go together - I’m mostly stunned by your playfulness though. Your eyes, and how you can slip into character but not make it too silly, and oh fuck, yeah, that thing you’re doing with your tongue, too.”

“Hmmhmmhmm,” Zara hummed, doing it again. Then she pulled her lips from around your cock head with a slurp and kissed the side of your shaft. “Thank you for the compliments,” she murmured. She stroked you some more, looking up into your eyes as she did it, and you saw a strange expression in her gaze. Finally, she sat up, one hand still on your cock just holding it, as she turned back to April. “You were right,” she said. “I need a couple more minutes to get used to this thing and seduce it before we do more.”

“He’s all yours to seduce,” April grinned, then seemed to decide she didn’t want to lean anymore and she hopped up to sit on your dresser, now using both hands to trace her cleavage and palm her tits.

Zara turned back to you and leaned forward, but instead of down she leaned into you and brought her lips to your mouth, hesitating at just the last moment. You could feel her breath on your lips, her nose just brushing yours.

“If it’s too intimate or something, we don’t need to,” you said softly. “But… I think I’d like to.”

“Shut up,” she hushed you, then pressed her lips to yours.

You had practised kissing now, so you knew what to do as her lips worked and you worked yours back. What you weren’t expecting was the raw emotion in the kiss - some lust or hunger, maybe, but you got a weird sense of… something. Something that made the kiss into more than it was. Her fingers gripped your cock as her lips worked yours, and you raised your hands to her waist and just held her gently as she started to press her tongue against your lips. Soon the two of you were making out and were both sucking in air through your noses so you didn’t need to break the seal of the kiss.

When she finally did pull away her eyes met yours for a brief moment, her cheeks pink and her lips wet from the kissing, but she dropped her eyes back to your cock and slid down to her stomach, kicking her feet up behind her as she pulled your cock down and started to slide the top third of it in and out of her mouth, moaning and putting a vibration into you.

That made you groan, leaning back and looking to the ceiling because you felt like you were in heaven, but then you remembered heaven was in the room and you rolled your head to look over at April. Your girlfriend had kicked off her Converse shoes and had one heel up on the corner of the dresser top, her knee bent and high, while her other leg spread to the opposite side as far as it could as she leaned back against the wall. This let her get one hand up and under the skirt of her dress and she was rubbing at her pussy through her panties. Her other hand was scooped inside the neck of her dress, playing with her breasts.

Seeing that April was enjoying the show, you grunted and reached forward, running your hands through Zara’s hair. “Do you want me to hold it back for you,” you asked her. “Or are you more comfortable with my hands off?”

She pulled off your cock with a moan and another pop. “Hold my hair back,” she gasped. Then she moaned again as you gathered it and held it tight to her scalp. “God. Big dick. Big hands. Jesus.” She shifted up onto her knees, leaning back down and starting to blow you in longer, slower strokes that were cramming her mouth with about half your cock. Her lips had to stretch a bit to get around you and you grunted as you felt the head of your cock brush against the back of her throat.

This return to her knees had Zara’s ass up in the air again, and this time you didn’t need to wait to see it - her dress was pretty much bundled at her waist, her cute little butt bare again except for the red thong.

“Fuck it,” you heard April groan after another minute and she slipped down from the dresser and came to the side of the bed.

“Well, well, well,” she said, affecting a slightly snobbish, almost aristocratic tone. “It seems you’ve started my husband's surprise without me, Miss Zara.”

“Mmf!” Zara moaned, and then pulled off your cock. She took a moment to catch her breath and blink back some water in her eyes. “I was just following your directions, Mrs April.”

“Were you really?” April asked, still in a snobby tone. “Or have you simply been this horny for my husband's cock for all five years you’ve worked for him? Honestly, Miss Zara, it’s quite unbecoming…”

“But Mrs April, you said-”

“Quite unbecoming how little of his cock you can fit in your mouth,” April finished her thought, smirking a little. She climbed up on the bed on her knees and leaned in. “Let me show you how a woman properly trained for a majestic tool this size does her work.”

With April leaning in from one side, and your gut in the way, you lost more of your visual stimuli for the next long several minutes. What you were lacking in visual, however, was more than made up for in physical.

They swapped your cock back and forth between them. There was always at least one set of lips on or around your cock, and usually two. They both also had at least one hand on it, struggling to wrap around the shaft and stroke. The sensations, if you focused on them, were almost overwhelming and you were groaning consistently. Trying to take your mind off the rising feeling of heat in your balls, you let your hands wander. You played with April’s hair, running your fingers through it. You palmed her breast through her dress as it pressed against you. She shuffled when you hooked a hand over her hip, tilting her ass more towards you and giving it a little jiggle and flex when you slid your hand up her thigh, under the hem of her dress and ran your hand across her ass. Eventually, your hand wriggled under the tight, lacey fabric of her panties, too.

“That’s it, Zara,” April gasped at one point. “That’s a good fucking girl, taking my man’s cock like that. Fuck, you’re pretty with a dick in your mouth.”

Zara pulled her lips from your cock, chuckling lowly. “You say that like I’m not pretty all the time, bitch.”

“Fine, you’re extra pretty with my man’s mammoth cock stretching your mouth wide open.”

“I want to see him fuck you,” Zara said breathily.

April sat up, grinning, and looked between you and Zara with a playful glint in her eye. “OK,” she said. They both had some spittle around their lips from the messy blowjob they’d been giving you, and your cock was slimy with it as well. She was still stroking you with one hand firmly. “Let’s fuck.”

They got naked quickly. It wasn’t a strip show - you were all too excited for that. April lifted her dress up over her head, while Zara peeled her daringly low-cut dress down her hips, revealing that it had been keeping her breasts covered with two little pieces of double-sided tape just to the side of her nipples.

You’d seen April naked several times at this point, but there was no lessening of how utterly sexy you found her. She was voluptuous in the perfect way, her breasts large and wobbly, her stomach soft but still sleek. She peeled off the lingerie she’d been wearing, a cute black set that she must have worn for your benefit before this whole threesome plan had come to fruition.

For all that you wanted to be able to say you only had eyes for April, though, you would have been lying. Naked women weren’t exactly your norm, and seeing a second one stripping down as well was… Well, you gaped a little bit. Zara smirked as she revealed her little breasts, pretty swells that suited her build and accented her thin, long torso to give her enough curves to be a woman without losing her model stature. Her nipples were cute little pink buds surrounded by softer pink, penny-sized areolas. Her torso had just a little bit of definition and her slim hips had a smattering of freckles on them as she pushed her dress down over them and slid it off the edge of the bed. That left her in her red thong and she stroked her pussy through it for a moment as she glanced at April stripping off her own panties.

“Fuck, this is kinda hot,” Zara groaned.

“If you take those off, I’ll try eating you out while Ollie fucks me from behind,” April said with a grin.

Zara’s thong practically disappeared into the ether, she took it off so fast. Your first glimpse of her pussy was of a pretty little flushed pink smile between her graceful thighs.

April got up on her knees and directed you to stand off the bed. “I love it when you can really fuck me, baby,” she said to you with a grin, reaching back with one hand and stroking your cock as you got behind her. She tilted her face a bit more and you leaned in to kiss her as your hands slid from her waist to her stomach, then up to hold her tits as you both groaned. Her nipples were already firm and you teased them a little, getting them rock hard. She bit your lower lip teasingly and then pulled back. “Fuck me while I make sure ‘Miss Zara’ is ready to get stretched out by your mammoth cock.”

She fell forward to her elbows, slipping from your grasp and pushing her ass back towards you. Then April grabbed Zara by her legs. “Come here, you,” she growled playfully and pulled her friend closer until they were looking at each other from the length of Zara’s torso. She put her hands on Zara’s knees and spread her legs. From your position behind her you could see Zara’s pussy clearly as it flowered open a little, the flush of her arousal making it a warm little picture of pink in between her pale thighs.

“For some reason I always figured I’d be the one eating you first,” Zara said with a smirk.

“Probably because I’d be shutting you up by making you do it,” April chuckled. She ran a thumb lightly over Zara’s labia, making the redhead shiver and bite her lip.

“More like you tease me too much and I **** the issue,” Zara breathed out.

“Nah, you’re a brat and you know it,” April grinned. “You just want to be put in your place.”

“Fuck-” Zara’s playful cursing of her friend was cut off as April dropped her lips to Zara’s pussy, giving it a soft series of kisses. The redhead watched, wide-eyed, as April started to taste her. Whatever she was tasting, your girlfriend liked it because she started a soft humming chuckle.

That chuckle lowered in pitch, becoming more chesty, as you pressed your cock between her slick lips and started to ease into her, your hand holding her hip firmly. As your cock pushed into her her chuckle turned into a pleased groan. “Oh, fuck yes, baby,” she mumbled, her lips still pressed to Zara’s pussy. “Don’t fuckin’ go slow. Fill me up and fuck me.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, hesitating. “Usually-”

“Fucking get in me, I want to feel you in my fucking stomach,” April groaned, slamming her ass back at you. That made you both moan in unison as she bottomed out, your cock hitting something firm inside of her, some sort of barrier. Her back arched when that happened and she let out a girlish grunt of surprise.

“Fuck,” you gasped, both hands on her ass to keep her still.

“Ho-ly hell,” she groaned.

“Je-sus, Ape,” Zara said, sitting up a bit. “What the fuck?”

“I may have just made him dick-punch me in the cervix by accident,” April snickered, trying to catch her breath. “Oops.”

“Are you alright?” you asked.

“Yeah, it felt weird and this hollow ache for a second, but God you’re deep in me,” April said. “Now slap my ass and start fucking me!” She dove back in between Zara’s legs and the redhead’s eyes went wide again as she locked gazes with you, her jaw dropping and a little slack and her eyebrows pulling together.

So you started fucking April. Slow, at first, no matter what she said - you didn’t want to ‘dick-punch her cervix’ again if you could help it. But her moans, and fucking her hips back at you, encouraged you more and you gave her ass a swat the way she liked and started to pick up speed until she was letting out a moan with a vibrato in time with your thighs crashing against hers. Zara started moaning as well, mumbling to herself or to April. She grabbed her legs behind her knees and pulled them back more, opening herself up to whatever April was doing with her tongue. The two of them together were a sight to behold.

“Oh, God, yes baby,” April suddenly gasped. “Yes, do that angle again. Yes, fuck, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come!”

“Make her come,” Zara said breathlessly. “Make her come, Oliver. I want to see her come.”

You were sweating, keeping up the fast thrusting pace, and between the lesbian activities and the feeling of your girlfriend’s - girlfriend’s! - cunt squeezing on you, you could feel yourself reaching your tipping point as well. Not to mention the effects of the blowjob from earlier. Your breath was coming out heavily as you thrust into her again and again, and you let go of her ass and grabbed her upper arms, wanting more leverage to pull her back into you. This raised her up at an angle, pulling her from Zara’s pussy but bouncing her tits as she fucked back at you. Zara must have liked the look of that because she sat up and grabbed April’s breasts and started to suck on them.

“Yesyesyesyes,” April hissed. “Oh, God, that’s good. That’s fucking good. Oh my God, Ollie. Oh my God. Zara. Fuck!”

“Can’t- much- longer-” you grunted. Your balls were tightening and you could feel the eruption behind your eyeballs, simmering into a final boil.

“Fucking explode in my pussy, then,” April said loudly. “Gimme that cum until it’s fucking dripping out of me, Ollie. And then I’ll sit on Zara’s face and she can slurp it out of me.”

You weren’t sure what Zara felt about that proclamation, but it definitely sent you careening over the edge as you heaved and buried your cock in her, launching into an orgasm that had you seeing spots as pump after pump of cum rocketed out of you. Your heartbeat was ringing in your ears and you were light-headed, but you still heard April peel over into her own orgasm, her ass shaking as it pressed firmly against your lap.

When your head cleared enough to think straight again, you’d let go of April and she was leaning forward, hugging Zara and laughing drunkenly. You were still buried deep in April and every belly laugh squeezed your cock where it was still inside her.

Blinking and trying to catch your breath, you pulled out of April and she fell forward, bringing Zara down with her. Between April’s legs, you could see her labia were messy with her own lube and your cum.

“Fuck,” you gasped, leaning back against your dresser next to the bed, panting.

“That was fucking wild,” Zara said, still hugging April. Zara looked a little incredulous.

“It was awesome,” April giggled, finally starting to come down from her orgasm high. She pushed herself up onto her hands, looking down at her friend. “Ready to get fucked?”

“I’ma need a minute,” you said, wiping your brow with your forearm. Your voice cracked as you said it, making all three of you laugh.

April turned back to Zara, looking her friend in the eyes from over top of her. “Go suck his dick clean,” she ordered her. “Then come sit on my face.”

Zara bit her lip, looking from April to you and back, then craned her neck up to kiss April on the mouth. It was their first kiss of the evening, which was a little wild considering April had already eaten her out, but then Zara had only kissed you after sucking your dick so maybe that tracked. This kiss lingered, their lips working together and tongues teasing, until Zara finally pulled away. “I taste pretty good on your lips,” she said with a smirk.

“Then go taste me on his cock,” April smirked right back.

Zara slid out from under April and scooted to the edge of the bed, then went to her knees on the floor with a grace you didn’t think you could have mustered if your life depended on it. She looked up at you, cocking her head to the side for a moment and running her fingers through her hair to pull it back from her face. “I’m not a whore or a slut,” she said. “Even if it looks like I am, doing this. This is not regular.”

“To be fair, I’m not a whore or a slut either,” you said.

That made her snort and then chuckle as she rolled her eyes. Then, without using her hands, she fished her lips around the head of your cock and tasted the mixed juices on it.

“Oh fuck,” you grunted, still feeling sensitive down there.

Zara was thorough. First, she gave you a slow, languishing blowjob that could get about a third of your cock into her mouth, cleaning you with her lips. Once the pussy taste and cum were gone, she pulled off and started to lick your shaft like it was a popsicle, slurping around it with little sucks just as often as she used broad licks. She finally brought a hand into play to hold you steady as her lips travelled near the root of your cock, and then she surprised you by tilting it up and sucking on your balls as well.

“Jesus,” she muttered. “Even these belong to a fucking elephant.”

“It’s how he shoots so much fucking cum,” April chuckled. “Now fucking love on those balls, Zara.”

The redhead hummed a laugh as she used her lips and tongue to tease and please your right testicle, sucking it between her lips and then slowly popping off. Then she started working on the left one.

“Oh, Gawwwd,” you moaned lowly, closing your eyes and just letting the exultant feeling run through you.

April was watching from the bed, lying on her side with her legs closed. She had one hand propping up her head and the other teasing her nipple.

“There,” Zara finally said, coming off your balls and licking your cock from root to tip as she stood up. She stroked the knob of it in one hand as she looked up into your eyes. “All clean.”

You didn’t know how to thank her for that experience, and you weren’t sure what she was comfortable with your touching yet, so you did the thing you did before and you ran your fingers through the side of her hair, tucking it behind her ear, and then leaned forward and kissed her. She was surprised for a moment but then started kissing you back, her hand slowly circling the spit-slick crown of your cock.

“Thanks,” you said breathily when the kiss ended.

“I’ll be back for more,” she promised you. “But for now, April has some work to do.”

“Come get me,” April said with a big grin, shifting onto her back on the bed. “Sit on my face, you fire crotch bitch.”

“I don’t even have any pubes right now,” Zara laughed, climbing onto the bed. Her ass, which you were only just actually seeing full on, was a cute, perfect plumpness on her thin frame. She crawled over April, but your girlfriend had her spin around.

“No, the other way,” she said. “Sixty-nine me. Slurp his cum out of me while I get you off.”

“Suck his dick, slurp his cum,” Zara teased, mimicking April. “You’re really fucking bossy in bed, did you know that?”

“Get to work,” April laughed, giving Zara butt a swat.

“Yes, oh Lady of the Castle,” Zara grinned and rolled her eyes, dropping her pussy to April’s lips and grinding it on her. “Oops, can’t give me orders while your mouth is busy.”

April spread her legs, shifting her hips to indicate that she wanted Zara to lean down and start licking. Your cum was slowly leaking out of April’s snatch.

“Hmmhmmhmm,” Zara hummed musically, ignoring the direction and grinding her hips some more. Then she let out a yelp when April pinched her ass. “Fine! I’m slurping, I’m slurping.” She leaned down over April, scooped her copper-red hair to the side and gave her friend her first long, slow lick. Then she looked up at you where you were still standing, one hand on your cock and slowly stroking as you watched the lesbian action. “OK, it tasted good on you, but it’s even better here. No offence.”

“None taken,” you said.

She grinned at you and then dipped back down, making one of the lewdest slurping sounds you’d ever heard as she tried to hoover your cum out of April.

“Jesus,” you said incredulously. All of this, and it had only been a half hour or so.

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