Friends to Threesome in 1 Day? Ch. 01

This story is based on real people. It's part true recollection and part fantasy.

I'm pedaling down the mountain road toward Justine's place, but my mind keeps going back, over and over, to the scene the previous weekend: I had invited Justine and her hot friend, Kyra, to come up to my little town in the hills for dinner.

We went to my favorite ramen place. After dinner, as we walked through the streets of the town in the warm, spring evening air, with its faint aroma of flowers, I suggested we all go to one of the town's famous rotemburo hot springs.

I tried hard to make the invitation sound casual, but let's face it: I was basically invited them to go get naked with me. How casual could I sound about it? I had a bit of crush on Kyra -- I mean, she was pretty cute -- and here I was basically saying, "Wanna go get naked?"

But this town where I'm living is, after all, famous all over Japan for its onsen (thermal baths and spas) and rotemburo (natural outdoor hot springs). So maybe by just mentioning the waters, my curiosity about how Kyra's body looks under her clothing wouldn't come across quite so obviously in my voice.

The girls looked at each other, shrugged, and smiled.

"Why not? Sure, let's go!"

We stopped by my place, where I quickly grabbed three bath towels, and we headed out again. The particular rotemburo I had in mind was a beautiful hot spring literally in the middle of a forest. There was a hot pool, filled with the steamy thermal waters, and right next to it a warm pool, where cooler waters mixed with the thermal waters. With any luck, we'd be the only people there...

And... no such luck.

When we arrive, a Japanese family of four is already happily lounging around in the warm pool.

Even though the rotemburo is surrounded by the darkness of the forest, the area around the pools is lit up, and filled with steam rising from the hot pool. There's a small area for showering first -- in Japan, you're expected to shower until you're perfectly clean before getting into a hot tub. I shower quickly and am already in the hot tub waiting for them.

Justine and Kyra walked out of the bathing area, wearing nothing but their bath towels wrapped around their hips. Oh, and here's the thing about Japanese bath towels: They're long but narrow, like a scarf. They're meant for washing, not hiding anything.

So why even wrap the towel around their hips at all? Maybe it was a nod toward modesty. I guess they felt most vulnerable showing off their pussies.

But it was merely symbolic, really. They were almost completely nude, and what I saw took my breath away: It wasn't Kyra's body my eyes were immediately drawn to -- it was Justine's! She had the body of a Greek goddess, fit and athletic. Her breasts were sublime -- luscious and round, a bit bigger than any boobs I'd ever had the good fortune to touch, with pert, dark nipples on smallish areolas. My jaw fell slightly slack and my cock sprang to life. I sank down deeper into the tub.

"Down, boy!" I thought. "Behave! You're gonna get me in trouble!"

How had I never noticed Justine? I mean, we were friends, but I'd never even cast a curious glance in her direction. She did a really good job of hiding her beauty with her with her baggy jeans and t-shirts. Maybe it was on purpose -- if she wore sexy clothes, she could draw unwelcome attention to herself, which as the only foreign English teacher in a small town, she didn't want.

They sit down to put their legs into the water. Now I'm trying not to be obvious about my staring, as I imagine the Japanese mom is, too. The dad's not even try to disguise his curiosity. He's gawking. The sight of one naked gaijin might be interesting, but three of us, particularly the two women?

Then the two of them sat down at the water's edge, legs crossed, unwrapped their towels, uncrossed their legs, and slid into the water. As they did, I tried hard not to stare at their pussies... and failed immediately.

Justine had dark curly pubes, like her hair, but very neatly trimmed into a narrow triangle.

Despite that fact that she's part Japanese, Kyra's pubes, like her long curls, were a chestnut dark blonde. They didn't look trimmed, but they were much thinner and straight, like a sheer curtain that hid barely hid the silhouette of her pink lips. My mouth watered.

Kyra's body was nothing like I expected. Her breasts were mere curves on her chest, barely bigger than the palms of my hands. Her nipples, alert and hard in the forest breeze, sat alone like pink gumdrops on those little mounds.

Where Justine's body was athletic and muscular and curvy, like a beach volleyball player's or a swimmers, Kyra's body was lithe but flat, like a ballerina's. Not curvy at all, but somehow just as alluring and feminine.

I know we were in there for almost an hour, but I have no idea what we talked about, or if we even talked. As far as I can remember, the water in the tub was roiling and bubbling with my lust.

I got us into this because I wanted to see Kyra naked. And now that I'd seen her unwrapped, I wanted her even more. I especially wanted to lick her pussy and tease her clit. And pinch those nipples of hers.

But now that I'd seen Justine, fuck! I wanted her, too. How could I have been so fucking blind? Which one? The athletic Greek goddess or the ballerina?

Every night that week, over and over late into the night (and early most mornings, too), I tried to remember every detail of their naked bodies as a lustful notion became a real hunger and a fantasy took shap:. I wanted them both. At the same time.

I didn't know how that would work, exactly. I just had some vague notions of three naked bodies, and moans and three hungry mouths and my cock and two wet pussies, and more moans and lots and lots of quaking orgasms.

That lustful energy powered me through the last couple of miles as I cycled toward Justine's place, where she has invited me for lunch today. The Japanese spring air is hot and steamy, more so down here in the valley, and I'm sweaty when I knock on her apartment door.

She's grinning at me, wearing a baggy, vintage Star Trek: The Next Generation t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts. Wow, she really does hide her sexy curves well. But now that I know they're there, it's like I have thermal vision.

"Come on in!" She welcomes me into the kitchen and pulls out a chair for me at her little table. "Want some iced tea?" She bends over into her fridge and reaches for the pitcher, I seriously have to resist the urge to reach for her luscious ass. In my mind I pull those shorts down and she's telling me to fuck her.

I'm amped up on a week's worth of fantasies and 20 miles pedaling on the power of pure lust. I'm not gonna chicken out now, damn it. No prelude, no small talk. Just go for it!

"Hey Justine, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, what's up?"

"I realize this is totally out of the blue, but..."

(Don't lose your nerve. Don't lose your nerve! You're almost there!)

"... have you ever had a threesome?"

She straightens up -- I think she's genuinely surprised. Maybe she hasn't been having the same fantasy I'd been obsessed with all week. She stares at me for a long moment, as if studying me.

"Why... did you ask me that?" she asks, almost in a whisper.

"We'll get to that," I say. "Just tell me."

"Yes, I have," she says.

I feel a jolt of sexual energy run straight though my body from my heart to the tip of my cock, which starts to get hard.

"What was it like?"

"It was the most amazing experience," she says, in faraway voice. "I was in college, and I was with two guys--"

Now I'm the one's who surprised. When I envisioned a threesome, I always envisioned two women adoring me, greedy guy that I am, and me trying to please them both as they also try to please each other. But I say nothing.

"--in a pickup truck. They drove me out into a cornfield, and in that pickup truck, in that field, in the moonlight, it was like I couldn't tell where one body ended and the next one began. It was magical. And beautiful."

The faraway look in her eyes fades, and she refocuses on me.

"Now tell me why you asked me that."

I drink a swig of iced tea. I'm emboldened not only by the raw sexuality of Justine's reminiscence.

"When I invited you and Kyra up to my town for dinner, the night visit to the rotemburo wasn't a casual afterthought. That, for me, was always the main event."

I pause and look at her. Is that a hint of a smile curling up the corner of her mouth?

"Go on," she purrs.

"I'll admit it, I was -- at first -- mostly curious to see Kyra naked--"

"I knew it!!" she interrupts.

"Wait a sec. I said 'at first.' But then I saw you naked, and oh my fucking god, Justine, you are a goddess!"

That's definitely a smile curling up the corners of her mouth.

"I don't know why you try so hard to hide your beautiful body. And now I've spent the entire week lusting for both of you. Honestly, if that family hadn't been there, if it was only the three of us..." My voice trails off for a moment and I just stare at her. My heart is pounding. Precum is moistening the tip of my cock.

"So if we'd been there all alone, just the three of us, then what? Go on..."

"Maybe I'm greedy, Justine, but I want you both. At the same time. I've been fantasizing about being with the two of you day and night since then. I'm obsessed. I'm overcome with desire."

She's definitely smiling now.

"And how do you see that playing out, exactly?" she asks, scanning my face.

At this point in my life, I haven't yet watched a lot of porn, so I don't think I have a clear idea of the mechanics of a threesome would work.

"Exactly? Honestly, Justine, I don't know, but I really like what you said -- three bodies intertwined, not really knowing where one ends and the next one begins. And lots and lots of orgasms."

"So what do you want me to do, just call Kyra and ask her to come over so you can fuck us both?"

"I mean... yeah, basically." I say. "I'd say more like so the three of us can fuck. Are you into it?"

"Hmm," she pauses, then grimaces. "Maybe. But I don't think it's fair that you got such a clear look at both of us, but we never once got to see your package. Do you think that's fair?"

"No, you're right, fair's fair. But I'm kinda sweaty from the ride down. Maybe I should take a shower first?"

"Good idea," she says. "And I'll join you... But first, I need to see what you've got!"

Staring her straight in the eyes, I lift my cycling jersey over my head.

"Now you."

She lifts her t-shirt over her head. She has a light blue lace bra on.

I peel off my cycling shorts and underwear. Boing -- freed from its spandex prison, my cock springs to life, hard, reddened, and throbbing.

"Now who's the one who's been hiding their beautiful body?" she says, grinning.

I take a step toward her.

"Whoa, whoa, just a sec. Sit back down," she instructs. I sit back on the kitchen chair.

"You are sweaty. You definitely need a shower!" She begins to back away, miming taking a photos of me, naked on the chair. As I pose for her imaginary camera, she picks up her phone to make a call.

"Hey Kyra, how soon can you get over here?"

There's a pause.

"Well, Ben's here, and he has another adventure in mind for us -- for both of us," she says, trying to suppress a grin.

She listens.

"OK, yeah, that's fine."

"Mmmm, no promises," she says, looking at me and smiling.

She hangs up.

"What did she say?"

"She's having lunch with her aunt. The soonest she can get here is later this afternoon."

This is really happening!!! I can hardly believe it.

"And what did you refuse to promise?"

"She said, 'Try not to wear him out before I can get over there.'"

Now she comes over for a closer look. She touches my cock very lightly, not gripping or grabbing, but just lightly running her hands over its contours.

"Why didn't you show this off proudly last weekend?"

"There were other people there!"

"Come on," she says, and walks toward the bathroom. Japanese bathrooms don't usually have a separate shower -- they're kind of all shower -- so she unclasps the bra in front, freeing her spectacular breasts. pulls off her shorts and panties (blue lace -- they match her bra) and places them on a shelf before stepping inside.

She grabs her hand shower, checks the temperature, and aims it at me.

"Hey, that's freezing!"

She laughs and adjusts it again. She hands me a bar of soap and the hand shower, and turns around.

"Lather up my back."

I let the warm jets of water drizzle down her back, and I gently soap up her neck, her shoulders, her lower back. I soap up my cock and start to use it as a loofah to spread the soap on her gorgeous ass and between her cheeks.

I am so ready to fuck her. I reach around for her clit, and she shivers, but then turns around.

She grabs the soap, and, again with a gentle touch, lathers up my cock and balls. I moan.

Then she gently pushes me away. "Go stand over there!"

I stand with my back against the other wall, my cock throbbing and my heart pounding.

"You said you couldn't stop fantasizing about us day and night?"

"That's right."

"Did you jerk off while thinking about us?"

"Of course. A lot," I answered, staring hungrily at her.

"Show me..." she says. It's more like an invitation than a command.

I grab the head of my soaped-up cock and slowly slip it in and out of my twisting fist.

She adjusts something on her shower, and the streams of water unify into a pulsating jet, which she aims at her clit. She brings it in close and moans. She sits on the floor, her back against the wall opposite me, and opens her legs wide.

"Damn, you're flexible," I say, still stroking myself for her.

"Yogaaaahhh," she moans.

With her free hand, she runs her hand over one of her breasts and then gives her nipple what looks like a surprisingly hard twist. Her breathing is getting louder, and she's starting to writhe a bit.

The whole scene is so fucking hot, I start to speed up my strokes.

"No," she says. "Keep it slow."

I slow down again.

"Good," she says. "Keep it slow. Don't come until I tell you to."

She brings the hand shower her clit again, and arches her back in pleasure. moaning and gasping. So fucking hot!

"Now come back over here."

I do as I'm told, and she washes the lather off my cock with the pulsating jets. They're strong!

She looks up at me, and then at my cock, which is at about mouth level with her. "Mmmmmm" she purrs, and grabs my ass to pull me closer. She hungrily swallows my cock, and I steady myself with a hand on the wall.

She stops sucking my cock for a sec, and says, breathlessly, "Fuck my face, Ben." I gently put a hand behind her head and guide her open lips over my cock, feeling her tongue sliding underneath it.

She pulls my cock out, panting, and looks up and me says, "No, I mean it! I want you to really fuck my face! Don't hold back! Fuck my face with abandon!!"

I don't need any more instruction. She opens her lips, I slide my cock into her mouth and feel her tongue moving wildly, grab a handful of her wavy brown hair and start fucking her face.

She pulls the hand shower tight against her clit. Her legs start to shake as she orgasms. It's too much for me -- this whole scene so fucking hot -- I can't hold back.

"Oh Justine, I can't help myself, I'm gonna cum!" I warn her, and take my hands off the back of her head, but she keeps on sucking.

"Ohhhhh yesssssss!!!" I groan as my cum shoots into the back of her throat.

She swallows every last drop.

I slump down next to her and we hold each other for a few minutes in the steam-filled bathroom.

"No woman has ever talked to me like that, with so much raw, undisguised lust," I whisper into her ear as I run my fingertips over the contours of her gorgeous breasts.

"And how did it make you feel?" she whispers back.

"Are you kidding? It was incredibly hot!" I answer. It was like meeting a female me. "I've never been with a woman who seems to want pure, raw sex as much as I do."

"Oh, so you finally noticed?" she says with a grin.

I focus on her. God, she's gorgeous. "I don't know how it's possible I didn't notice you before. Now I can't stop wanting you. You're stunning." I kiss her full on the lips -- a long, slow, deep, passionate kiss full of suggestive promises.

My cock springs back to attention.

"Hmm, that didn't take long at all!" she says, and gently reaches for it.

"I like your shower massage," I tell her. "Do you get off like that every time you take a bathe?" I ask, with earnest curiosity.

She looks at me oddly. "If you were me, wouldn't you?"

"Well, yeah -- fuck yeah," I acknowledge with sheepish grin.

"Well?" she says, and shrugs.

"In fact, I'd probably waste a lot of water," I say.

She smiles and nods. Then she starts to stand up. "Hey, aren't you hungry?"

"Is this a trick question?" I look up at her, grinning. Her pussy is more or less right in front of me, and I want to bury my face in it. I reach around to grab her ass and start pull her toward my face, but she steps away and turns to say, with a grin, "That's dessert!"

"Mmmmmm," I say, licking my lips. "My favorite!" But the truth is that, yeah, I'm really hungry, and I'm going to need to fuel up.

She grabs a towel and tosses it to me. Grabbing another, she starts to towel off and steps out. She comes back a moment later wearing an oversized, plain white t-shirt and carrying a pair of dark blue sweatpants, which she hands to me. We're about the same height.

"Sorry, I don't have any underwear for you," she says. I pull the sweats on over my hard-on, and she gently rubs its contours through the fabric.

"Without any underwear, I might leave pre-cum stains inside your sweats," I say, genuinely concerned.

"Ben, if they were your sweats and I got my wet pussy juices on them, would you be upset?" she asks.

"Hell no! I'm not even sure when I'd want to wash them again!" I laugh.

"Well, exactly."

And there it is again -- that pure, raw lust that so perfectly matches my own.

In the kitchen, as we eat lunch, we have questions for each other.

"Where did you get this amazing body?" I ask.

"I assume you're not asking about genetics, right?" Justine responds with a little laugh. "I was a varsity swimmer in college."

Ha! I knew it!

"Why a threesome?"

"Maybe I'm just greedy," I say. Apparently she likes this answer. "My turn. Have you ever kissed a girl?"

"Yes," she says, with a slight hesitation. "But it's been a while."

"Ever kissed a boy?" she asks.

"Not really my thing," I answer truthfully.

"Have you ever eaten another girl's pussy?" I inquire. She's breathing heavily.

"No..." she says, in a breathy whisper.

"Ever fantasized about it?" I ask her, focused intently on her parted lips. Her tongue moistens them very slightly.

"Yeah... I have," she says, staring deep into my eyes. The energy around us crackles and sizzles. "What about you? Ever wondered what it's like to suck a dick?" she asks.

"Why don't you tell me what it's like," I say, breathing hard. "What exactly was it like for you to suck my dick just now?"

"It was soooo fucking good," she purrs, licking her lips. "So intensely sexual. And so masculine." Our eyes are locked onto each other's, and I am completely mesmerized. "What's your favorite sexual position?" She asks.

"Woman on top," I say, visualizing her straddling me on her knees.

"Really??" she says, genuinely surprised. This seems to have broken the spell momentarily. "I actually figured you're the kind of guy who likes to bend a woman over and take her from behind."

"Actually, that sounds really good, but the truth is that none of my girlfriends has ever wanted to. Plus, I think woman-on-top makes it easier for the woman to grind her clit into me. And I love sucking on breasts."

"What about you, Justine? What's your favorite position?" I ask her. I am aware of her every breath.

She bites her lower lip, looks into my eyes and says, "I like to be bent over the kitchen counter and taken from behind."

Wait, what? Um, hello -- do I take her right now? Right here? OMFG, I want her so badly!

Without breaking eye contact, I say, as calmly as I can manage, "If this were a movie, this is the part where I'd brush all the dishes off the table with my forearm and bend you over the table right now."

Did she just blush? Then she laughs.

"Okay, first of all, there's no need to trash my kitchen. I said 'counter,' not 'table.' And second, reach into the pocket of your sweats."

I do, and I fish out a handful of condoms. The best Japanese brand. So thoughtful of her! (I'll say this for the Japanese: They may not be known for their big penises, but if you are well endowed, their condoms are the most comfortable, the thinnest, they have no weird smell, and they're the least likely to break.) I have to smile. Again, this little gesture speaks of so much pure, genuine, raw desire.

"Give me one," she whispers.

I hand it to her. She tears the silver foil packet, takes out the pink (yes, pink) condom, and spits into it. "Stand up," she instructs.

I stand up.

With her left hand she pulls the sweatpants down and with her right, unrolls it on expertly onto my dick, which is now enveloped in pink. I pull the sweatpants off, stand up, lean over, kiss her passionately, and then grab her and move her over toward the counter. I kiss her mouth, her ear, her neck.

"What about lube?" I whisper into her ear, with genuine concern. Most of my girlfriends have needed it. I nibble her earlobe.

In response, she takes my hand and places it between her legs.

"Feel how wet and ready I am for you?" she whispers into my ear. Yes, she is soooooo incredibly wet. I spin her around, pull her hips toward me, and gently but firmly bend her over the counter. What a gorgeous view. Her firm, round ass. Her legs spread. I find her pussy lips with the tip of my cock, and quickly find them, warm and so wet.

Normally I take my time and glide my hard cock into a woman slowly, gently, considerately. Especially the first time. But I hear her words in my mind, "Bent over and taken. Taken." In one motion, pull her perfect ass toward me and I plunge my cock in all the way, deep.

Justine gasps and arches her back. For half a second, I'm worried I might have hurt her.

"Is that how you like to be taken?" I ask.

"Oh fuck yesssss," she groans.

I start slamming into her. She gasps, she moans, the juices of her deliciously wet pussy dripping down her inner thighs. I hear the slapping sounds of my hips against her ass. She moans quietly, then louder, Soon she cries out, "Ohmygod, ohhhhmygodddd, I'm gonna come! Ohhhhhhh!!!" She groans and growls. Her legs start to quake. I start to slow down, but she says, "No, don't stop -- don't you fucking stop!!!"

I keep on going, grabbing her hips and fucking her with wild abandon, slamming in and out, fucking her so deliciously hard and fast.

"Oh YEAH, just like that, Ben, YES. Oh yes. Oh, don't stop. Don't stop! Do NOT fucking stop!!!" I have noooo intention of fucking stopping. Her legs tremble and quake as wave after wave orgasmic pleasure runs through her. I slide a hand under her t-shirt and cup one of her amazing breasts. She arches her back and slams her eager pussy into me again and again and again. She's almost standing, but her back is arched so her ass is back toward me and her breasts stand out. I cup the other and keep on thrusting. I find her nipples and give them both a hard twist at the same time.

"Ohh!!!" she yelp in surprise, but she doesn't tell me to stop. She starts moaning continuously. I just slam, slam, slam, slam, slam into her. With each impact, her voice jumps a bit. I let go of her nipples and grab a handful of her hair and hold onto it as I continue deliciously taking her in this way.

"Oh--my--fucking--god--Ben--I'm--coming--AGAIN!!!" she says, and I speed up my thrusts and hold onto her hair for dear life as I fuck her with wild abandon.

"Oh Justine, I'm gonna fucking come, too!" I say, and again she arches her back again so she's almost standing.

"Ohhhhhhh, YESSSSS, fucking come inside me!" she moans.

I feel my orgasm welling up inside me, hot and tight, and I grab her tightly around her waist with one arm and pull her so close as I groan in her ear. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

As I feel my cum exploding out, waves of another orgasm wash over her (or maybe it was the same orgasm as before? I mean, who's counting?) and her legs again tremble and shake as I collapse onto her.

It's at that moment I realize that I'm still holding a fistful of her hair in my right hand. I gently let it go and run my fingers upwards through the back of her hair, exposing the nape of her neck.

At that moment, I suddenly remember a friend telling me years earlier that in Japanese art, nothing was considered more risqué, more intimate, more sexual than showing the nape of a woman's neck. At the time, the idea struck me as odd. But now, here, having just bent Justine over her kitchen counter and fucked her with abandon, I totally get it.

I lean in and kiss the nape of Justine's neck. And I whisper, "What do you think Kyra would say if she walked in at this moment?"

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