The First Threesome

I parked behind the restaurant this time, and dipped from shadow to shadow as I walked the block-and-a-half to his Victorian. Traffic was light, but he lived on one of the most traveled streets in town. I cut across the yard, noting that only two lights were on in the house, an electric candle in an upstairs window and a nightlight next to the kitchen sink. Even with the five steps up to the back door and the darkness under the porch roof, I could smell the smoke and see the flicker of candlelight from the basement. When I opened the door, sleigh bells rang. If I hadn't been damp already, the throaty jingles would have started my spring bubbling and this was only my fourth time with him. Music played down below, wordless, jazzy. Moans and giggles--the ubiquitous porn loop--also came up the stairs. His voice rang out, "Is that baby girl here for her slumber party?"

I left my shoes under the table and went down barefoot. He was on the couch, spread wide, a short glass full of amber and ice in his hand. His beard looked shorter, neater, his hair clean and bound tightly. A black button down stretched across his hard, round belly and he wore a turquoise medallion halfway down his chest. I couldn't help but smile, in spite of my nerves. The pendant was of a raven set on a background of rugged silver, the bird was diving over three chunks of red coral. A bird and its eggs snuggled in the cottony warmth of his chest hair.

He looked me over and growled. "You got all dressed up for me, didn't you?"

I don't know why, but most of our conversation involved rhetorical questions from him and desperate moans from me. He knew all the answers, even to questions I didn't know I had. I settled my childish backpack next to the desk and approached him as he rose from his seat.

"You are a sight, girl. I've been thinking about you all day. Come give Papaw a kiss."

His mouth tasted of whiskey. His lips warmed quickly on mine. No tongue at first, but slow, wet, sucking kisses on my lips and down my neck and bare shoulders. Those thick hands pressed me against his body; I held onto him, kissed him back like I was starving. Like that bird on his necklace, I wanted to dive into his chest hair. One by one, I slid the buttons of his shirt free until it hung open. Furry, crisp, warm, firm, my nails traced lines up and over the slope of his Santa belly. He made that growl again, that satisfied but still impatient sound.

"I took my pill for you tonight." He said as my right hand slid down the front of his jeans. He thrust into my palm. "I can give this to you til dawn. As many times as you want it."

Fuck. I wanted it so bad. He was only half-hard but I could feel him growing as I massaged his dick. My mouth watered, my words dried up, I was this burning, shivering torch that existed only to satisfy and be filled. I heard the bells jingle upstairs and heels on the tile floor.

Running his tongue down my jaw he whispered, "My friend is here. Are you sure you want to play?"

Of course not. Of course not. I didn't know who was coming down the stairs. I smelled leather and cigarette smoke and heard a voice that embodied both. "Starting without me, Jerry."

She had to be six feet tall. Luscious. Deeply tanned breasts, one of which had a tiger's paw tattooed above it, spilled out of a black bustier. E cups, maybe more. Thick, womanly waist, wide hips, heavily padded under a long black skirt, black platform sandals and gleaming black toenails. She was in her early fifties, attractive but sun damaged and rough around the edges. She had short black nails on brown fingers banded by heavy silver rings and bracelets that matched my lover's necklace. One of her hands smoothed my hair back and lingered on my shoulder as she moved smoothly between us to press a kiss to his cheek.

"She's gorgeous, Pap. Practically perfect in every way." Brown eyes, so brown they were almost black, assessed me. "Hey, baby girl. I'm Jan." She picked up my hand and pressed a kiss to my palm, then my wrist. She didn't stop watching me, even as she leaned down to press her lips to mine.

I kissed her immediately, standing on tiptoes, sliding my hands around her waist, feeling the rough lace and real steel of the boning in her corset. A sigh left her and she leaned in, licking my lower lip before opening her mouth to mine. My tongue slid in first, tasting cigarettes and alcohol. I felt the ivory of her teeth on my lip, drawing it into her mouth as she pulled me against her giving firmness.

My hands found landing spots on each of her hips, then slid back to her ass. Really, I just wanted something to grind my pussy against and Jan was more than a handful. She purred with approval. "Good girl. You are such a good girl. I can't wait to fuck you. Is that okay? Is that what you want?"

Holding my chin, she pushed me away so I could nod at her. "I want you to fuck me. Both of you." Jerry moved behind me, his hands on my hips, pushing me into her and him to me. I leaned back letting his beard tickle my neck as he nibbled my ear and let Jan run her hands along and into the straight neckline of my dress. My nipples were already hard, exposed by thin fabric that clung to me. They each played with one. Jan palmed one breast, teasing the peak with her thumb as she swayed to the music. Jerry pinched and twisted gently.

His voice was low, rough. "It's going to be so good for you. Jan is going to have you first. Then I'm going to watch you taste her and make her cum while I'm fucking you."

My pussy was a swamp, my clit a jumping bean. I could only nod as they unrolled the jersey tube top to my waist, exposing my breasts to the heat of their stares and the chill of the air conditioner. My nipples ached. They'd never been harder or more painful. Jerry fell upon them, moving me to the bed in the corner of the room. Kissing, sucking, biting, whispering all of the beautiful and dirty things he was going to do to me; he got me ready for her. I was writhing, just millimeters from an orgasm when I felt her hands on my thighs, opening them.

Those eyes, rimmed with black and gold looked at me from across my belly, and her breath tickled my bush. Jerry sat up to watch and put my head in his lap. His cock was huge beside me and I wanted to give it the attention it deserved, but then she was at my slit and I couldn't. I couldn't do anything but feel the gentle slide of her Amazon fingers up and down my drooling crease. Her tongue followed, up and down, just between, almost into my pink, but not quite. I wanted it, I arched into it, but she laughed and kissed my thigh.

"Like honey." She fluffed my upper bush, the only hair I had and kissed the plump hill, then spread me. "Like hot, sweet, salty honey."

A haze of hormones and brain chemicals had me lost. Jan's lips encircled my clit, kissing it, lapping it, playing it gently, then fiercely, then taking a breath, she went back to tracing my lips with her tongue. Sucking each one between her teeth like she was eating a plum. It was when she slid two strong fingers into my hole that I realized why her nails were so brutally short. In and out, in and out, stretching into me deep and hard. I cried out, unfamiliar with the force. Jerry's cock bucked against my cheek and I turned into it. He caught my hands as I twisted. "Let it happen, baby. Let it come."

I did. I flew so high and so far that the world disappeared. I exploded like Krakatoa and when I came back, I was still coming, but with a slow, dark, pulsating lava flow that I never wanted to end. The fingers were still but filling me, and the tongue was gentle, circling my electrified clit.

"So beautiful, so hot. I'm going to give you three fingers, now, to get you ready for him. Is that okay sweetheart? Can I give you more?"

She slid out with an embarrassing squelch of juice and anointed my lips with cum. "Why don't you play with Jerry's big cock while I touch you."

A pillow under my hips, her between my legs, his fingers working his fly until his cock sprang out like a battering ram for me to nibble and suck; I was barely human anymore.

His dick heaved against my lips as I opened for her mouth once more. Jan was rougher this time, my clit, sensitive from the cum before, was almost blistered. She toyed with it, traced it, scraped it, teased it as she tamed it with staccato licks. Busy with those sensations and the length of Jerry's cock, I barely noticed the bottle of lube until I felt her inside me again. First the two, then the third at my opening. The slow stretch was intense, a burn, a rubber band on the point of breaking.

A slick of lube soothed my clit as she rubbed it with her tongue. Jan used the sudden orgasm to shove all of the way into me and Jerry used it to thrust his cock head between my lips. My teeth must have scraped him.

"God, fuck. Christ. Mmmmm..." His hips rolled into my face and I could only open wider and spread my tongue flat for him to use as a runway. There was no art to this sucking. I could barely do anything but let him fuck the first two inches of himself into my drooling mouth. It was enough. When Jan started to rotate her fingers and thrust more forcefully into my grasping cunt, I dissolved. When I came, he surged deeply, shooting his spunk into my mouth in three hot spurts and several thrusts that almost gagged me. Still I urged him deeper, I swallowed everything he gave me, pressing my hot, embarrassed face into his jeans. She licked me down again, dried my sweaty puss with the sheet. Her lips pressed kisses down my thighs to my knees, calves, ankles, and feet. I moaned as her tongue slid between my toes and her fingers dug into my arches. My puss felt cavernous and used, and so empty. There was no doubt now that I could take Jerry's magic cock into me. A new sensation began to swell and grow.

I sat up and took Jan's face into my hands. Damp with my juice, I kissed her again and stood up with her, sucking myself from her lips. Pressing kisses across her mountainous cleavage, I began to pull at her corset.

She freed her breasts, lifting them magically from the lace. I pressed my face to the miraculous flesh. Barbells pierced each hard, pointing, dark coral nipple. Her areolas were almost the size of saucers, but it was those achingly jutting buds that I could not stop myself from exploring. She was so different from my own pale, paltry cleavage. She was old enough to have children my age, if not older, to have fed someone at her heart. Fascinated, I bent to her breast and kissed each nipple softly. The steel was warm. She tasted of smoke and patchouli. Swirling my tongue around the corona, I wanted even more. Each tip I sucked into my mouth, rolling it along my tongue, while I pinched the other between my fingers. Her head fell back and she laughed, gasping at the same time.

"You can suckle these all night, Baby." She whispered, cupping my face and kissing my forehead. "Bite them, twist them. Nobody can do that like a woman."

I did want to bite them while she lay under me and he fucked me from behind. I wanted to sit on her face and pull on them while she pushed her tongue deep inside me. I sucked and pulled, and pinched until I heard her sharp intake of breath and felt her shudder against me. Laughing again, she stroked my face. "Titty cum. I haven't had one of those in years. Why don't you suck on something else I have for you."

Guiding me to my knees she untied her skirt. Underneath, a black harness held a gleaming lifelike cock. Her pussy was just visible below the phallus, pierced up and down with hoops. My own lube was running again at the sight of her meaty cunt and those gleaming steel rings. I knew I would be tasting them, but first the cock.

I didn't even bother to lift it with my hands, but raised it with my mouth before sliding it in as deeply as possible. I could take it all and I did. All the way down to her soft belly tattooed with an angel on one hip and a devil on the other. I could smell her desire and feel her heat. She smiled softly down on me, running her fingers through my hair. I licked the devil first and she laughed. I kissed the angel and used her juicy ass to press her even closer. Her pussy was hot and bare but for the dozen hoops. I had never prepared for this, I had barely given fucking a woman a thought, but this made sense. Stroking the rings made her gasp, kissing them made her moan. I alternated deep-throating her silicone dick and treating her slit like she had mine. I licked up and down, teasing her, making the hoops rise and fall. My tongue slid just between, dipping into wet heat like I'd never imagined. I traced the crevasse lower, my fingers dipping into the succulent channel and brushing her dripping cave. At that, she bore down, opening her lips to show the ruby red glisten between them. Her clit was the size of my thumb to the first knuckle. A sweet, slick baby cock to tease and nibble. I was the one who moaned. My face was made to fit into that expanse. She was a fucking goddess. The damp heat and ocean smell mixed with her patchouli and smoke fogged my senses and limited my focus to the five square inches in front of me. I knew four things: clit, lick, hole, penetrate. Two fingers went into her cave, sliding up into fever hot elastic silk. Muscles gripped them but there was room. She wanted more. I needed to give her three fingers, then four, she moaned, swore. Her juice drenched me. My hair was a web for her fingers to pull, bringing me into her wetness. I found her clit when she swallowed my palm, leaving my thumb to punch her nub between my slurps and kisses. My. Hand. Was. Inside. Her. She was cumming, crushing my bones with her slickness. Her clit reared against my tongue and she cried out, riding my face, making my jaw crack. I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. I pressed my lips around her jerking baby cock and suckled it like a starving baby until she begged, until the hands that gripped my head pushed for freedom. Even then I held her until she could stand on her own again. I opened my mouth for her silicone cock which she fed to me while she recovered her power.

"Are you ready for me to fuck you now?" She whispered, tracing my lips with the cock. "Are you ready us both?"

I know he wanted to share me after her. I know he wanted to see me with another man, I just wasn't sure who. I'd agreed to it with her silicone dick in my cunt and his cock sliding between my tits. I could barely see his face over his belly, but the kink kept me high and desperate. Lube kept his rhythm steady, my moans kept him hard and thrusting.

I held my breasts together around him, massaging both myself and his dick, pinching my nipples as he moved faster and faster. "Hold them baby, pinch your sweet little buds for me, cum for me. I've got a pearl necklace for you, sweet girl. You want that?" I wailed as an orgasm arched my back and sent pulses of bone melting pleasure out from my clit. My nipples felt like suns between my fingers, like supernovas. I felt like I was having three separate orgasms. Jerry laughed and hissed, losing control. He came; his cum blasting under my chin and dripping down each side, giving me the pearl necklace he'd promised.

It was as he rubbed his salty milk into my sore nipples, as she draped my knees over her shoulders and ran her tongue soothingly up and down my slit while she massaged my aching hips that he broached the subject again.

Jerry's eyes were warm and sated. He leaned over me and licked my lips, I sucked at him, sucked his tongue into my mouth and massaged it with mine. He loved it. I loved it. Everything that went into my mouth was an extension of his dick and I treated it as such. He groaned quietly, licking my chin, stroking my collar bones. It was when his big hand came to rest on my belly and applied exquisite pressure across my pelvis that he mentioned the stranger. He moved his palm in firm gentle circle and whispered into my ear.

"I want to share you, little girl. Just one more time. Would you let me do that?"

She was licking down the inside of each of my thighs, kissing them alternately, right-left, right-left. Her fingers dug into the arches of my feet, making me moan again.

"Please." I begged. "I want you."

He leaned down, cradling my head with his arm. His lips brushed mine. "You'll have Papaw's cock, baby. I promise. I don't want to hurt your little kitty. Once I'm inside you, no one else will have a chance. I'm going to fuck you twice a day at work. On weekends, you belong to me. I have such big plans for this." He cupped my damp puss and squeezed. "My friend is coming in for the weekend. He hasn't had a girl like you ever. He'll get you ready for me."

I heard Jan chuckle. She slid her tongue between my last two toes. He kissed my nipple. I knew what would happen. His thumb slipped inside me, into my own lube and the extra she added to keep my slick and orgasming. Raising it to his lips, he licked my juices, anointed my own lips and then slipped that thumb right back into me, then up. I couldn't possibly cum again. There was no way. He held still. The pad of his thumb resting on my hard, aching button. My body started to move, to beg him.

"I promise you will be safe, baby. Papaw would never put you in a bad position. I'll be right there. I'll be making sure nothing happens to you." He pressed just a little, I moved up and down faster, my legs falling open wider.

I wasn't going to cum, I couldn't, but the friction, the unbearable friction, the fact that I had literally no control over my reaction to him, was sending me over the edge. My hips pumped against his still hand.

"You will feel nothing but good, baby. I promise. I promise. My friend just wants a sweet pussy to fuck. He's safe and clean. His wife is paralyzed, he hasn't been able to fuck her for seven years. He hasn't been with anyone for so long. He needs a sweet little kitten. He doesn't even want to see your face. He just wants a tight, warm place to sink into."

He brought more lube across my clit, slicking me up, staunching the burn. My eyes rolled, colors exploded behind my closed lids. I was mindless. My tight, warm place was a butterfly on fire.

"He needs this sweet cunny, baby. Can you do it for me? Do it for Jerry. Make another man feel good so he can go home and take care of his wife. Please, princess."

I came. It hurt. I wasn't going to be able to walk right for days, but I needed it like a drug. "Yes." I thrashed on the table. Another wave took me, sleep took me.