The Rollercoaster Pacing of a Threesome

“That’s it, baby,” April groaned, wriggling her hips and dragging her pussy across Zara’s lips. “That’s it.”

You weren’t sure whether she was talking to Zara, or to you. On the one hand, Zara was eating her out. On the other, April’s eyes were gleaming as you slowly, inexorably fucking the redhead. Maybe she was talking to both of you.

Zara liked slow sex, which was interesting. Your only experience with sex so far, with April, was what you considered ‘regular to fast speed.’ It started and built up in pace as the passion and tension built until finding a release - and sometimes driving right through that and seeking another. But Zara, with all her bluster and snideness and sometimes downright bitchy attitude, didn’t seem to want a build. Didn’t want things to pick up pace.

You realised early that you weren’t trying to bring her to a boil, we were trying to bring her to a low, consistent simmer to get down to the essence of sex with her. Low and slow was the name of the game.

Her first orgasm had been small, almost skirting under both your and April’s notice, until she’d told you she’d came and you could do your thing.

“That can’t be it,” April had said levelly.

“No, it was good,” Zara had argued. “You can get off now, Oliver.”

You’d agreed with April, not Zara, and had continued to slowly build.

The next orgasm had been a little bigger. And the one after that was a little bigger again.

“Fu-u-u-u-uck,” Zara had shivered, her teeth almost chattering as the fourth one wobbled through her.

“That was more like it,” April had grinned at her friend.

Zara, almost as sweaty from the physical action as you were, had just flashed her best friend the finger and laughed.

After the fifth small orgasm, which might have been getting closer to ‘moderate’ size, she’d wriggled off of you and fallen to her back. “OK,” she’d said. “Seriously, you can just fuck me now. And this can be a threesome again - come sit on my face, Ape.”

You and April had communicated with a couple of looks, and you’d stood up off the bed and guided Zara to sit her butt on the edge and then lean back. April had pinned her down, sitting on her face like Zara had asked, and then held the redhead’s legs as you slowly wedged your cock into her. But you didn’t fuck her. You took your time, slowly stroking her, watching her stretched, red pussy cling to your shaft as you took your measured thrusts.

Zara’s moaning had started when you took her legs from April and held them tight together, pulling them to your chest so her feet were hanging in the air over one of your shoulders.

Two more orgasms, then another, and another, continued to build. They weren’t long - each one was maybe three seconds - but they were coming closer together.

“Just fuck me,” Zara had pleaded, “Seriously. You can get yourself off.”

“I am,” you’d answered, meeting April’s eye as she smiled at you.

Maybe Zara tried to distract herself after that, funnelling all of her moans and horniness into eating out April. Your girlfriend was left panting, grinding her hips as you both looked into each other’s eyes as she slid down the slope into her own orgasm.

“That’s it, that’s it,” April panted. “That’s it.”

She fell forward towards you, pursing her lips for a kiss as she planted her hands on Zara’s small tits for balance. You gave her what she wanted and kissed her, feeling her nipples brushing against your chest as she wriggled with the pleasure emanating up out of her crotch. Then April surprised you and hooked one hand around the back of your neck, pulling you down a little more so she could whisper in your ear.

“Pick her up and fuck her against the wall,” she whispered. “Just like this, but be firm. Pin her there until she melts, then come inside her. She’ll love it.”

You pulled away a little and looked into your girlfriend’s eyes, and April nodded to reassure you, so you nodded back.

April let out a few breaths, then leaned back away from you until her ass had to be smashed against Zara’s forehead and she had one arm back on the bed bracing herself. This left her with one free hand to rub at her clit quickly.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” she moaned. “Fuck, just stick your tongue up there, Zara. Stick it in me. I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come on your tooonguuue.”

April’s orgasm was beautiful and left her laughing breathlessly. Then she lifted her leg over Zara’s head and fell to the side, still giggling as she shivered from the aftershocks of her orgasm. This left you looking down at Zara, who was breathing heavily and looked like some sort of ravished Irish sex goddess with her hair haloed around her head and her pale skin flushed pink from hairline to chest.

You leaned down over her, ignoring the size disparity, and kissed her. She moaned into your lips, the moan turning into a whimper as your thrusting stopped with your cock nuzzling deep into her and just gently pressing against her cervical wall again.

Slowly, you kissed the taste of April from her lips as your tongues explored each other’s mouths, dancing together. You blindly found her legs to either side of you and guided them to raise and hook around your waist, which she did, clinging to you. Then you guided her arms to do the same around your shoulders. You weren’t even sure if she was aware you were doing it, she seemed so lost in the physicality between you.

She definitely realised it when she grunted in surprise as you stood up, lifting her with your. She tightened her grip reflexively as she was lifted from the bed, and you got both hands on her ass to make sure she didn’t accidentally drop too hard or deep onto your cock and get ‘dick punched.’

“What-?” she mumbled as you got all the way to your feet, but then just moaned as you turned and pressed her back to the wall - well, the wall and the bottom half of your Hot Fuzz movie poster.

You’d never done this position with April before, and you weren’t even sure if you could for any serious amount of time. With your girlfriend’s slightly thicker, and certainly curvier, build it might not have worked. With skinny, almost waif-like Zara it was doable.

So you made love to her standing up, her back pressed to the wall as you pinned her to it over and over, driving yourself into her in even, slow thrusts. She moaned wordlessly and clung to you. Her body shivered and trembled. Her nipples pressed into your chest, her pussy clenched and shifted as she tried to use her hips like an accent to your rhythm.

“Please,” she gasped, pulling her lips from yours so suddenly she whacked her head lightly against the wall. “Please.”

“Please what?” you asked.

“Please just… Don’t… Stop?”

That gave you a moment of hesitation - the beats between her words were too long. Was she asking you to ‘Please just don’t stop’ or was she asking you to not do something?

“What do you want, Zara,” you asked her quietly, giving her upper thighs a squeeze with your hands as you held her up and continued to slowly thrust. “What do you want me to do?”

“I- I don’t know,” she mumbled. “I don’t know.”

“Are you close?” you asked, trying to clarify.

She nodded, quick and sure, her eyes closed as she tilted her chin to the ceiling.

“How close?” you asked, your voice a soft growl. “I’m close. If you come, I might come.”

“Don’t stop,” she begged breathlessly. “Just keep doing this.”

“I might come inside you,” you pointed out.

Condoms hadn’t been at the top of your mind. You were bareback in your girlfriend’s best friend. You had no idea what the deal was with birth control.

“Do it,” she begged. “Do it. Come in me. Fuck, do it.”

You pressed yourself tighter against her, pinning her from butt to crown and driving your cock to that deep depth again, and you groaned deep in your chest as your cock blasted inside of her with a release that felt like it could have been some ridiculous automatic shotgun in a first-person shooter. Blamblamblamblamblamblam until the magazine was empty, each pulse an almost nauseating wave of pleasure ripping up through you.

Zara let out a keening whine as her lips mashed with yours, her knees clenching around your waist as her entire body tensed with her orgasm.

You sucked in a breath, your mind going from blank to working again after a stutter of consciousness, and found yourself softly humping your cock into her as the last few spurts of your orgasm oozed out and into her flooded pussy. She was still tense and gasped for breath around your lips before going almost limp.

“Bring her here, Ollie,” April called to you from the bed. “Bring her here so we can cuddle the absolute fuck out of her until she can say something snarky again.”

“Something snarky,” Zara mumbled in between her gasping breaths.

“OK, never mind, she doesn’t need cuddles,” April chuckled.

“Fuck that,” Zara said, blinking through the haze of her post-orgasm buzz to look you in the eye. “Cuddle the fuck out of me, Ollie. Please.” Then she kissed you tenderly. “Please?”

The only reason you didn’t move her to the bed faster than you did was because you were still recovering from your mindblowing orgasm too.

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