In-tents threesome... [F/M/M] | 2016

So, a couple of posts ago I mentioned a threesome that I had last year, and have since had a few comments/messages asking about it. Rather than respond to them directly, I thought I’d write it up and post for all to see instead. Apologies to those who prefer my girl-on-girl writing…

Let me start by telling you about Sam.

During my later teenage years, I was embroiled in a Shakespearian love triangle with a lovely girl called Hollie (stories about her are in the pipeline, don’t worry) and a charming fellow called Sam. The three of us didn’t know what the fuck we were doing – we seemed to be stuck in some weird, three-way sexual waltz, on-again off-again, horny teenage romance. I’m sure you know what I mean.

Sam had been obsessed with Hollie, as had I, so we started having sex originally to make her jealous. It worked, for both of us, and the rest is history. Once the dust had settled on this weird soul-destroying melodrama, we all went our separate ways. I had really cared for Sam – he was cute, funny, great in bed. I just wanted to put the whole thing behind me when I went off to university.

Over the next few years, Sam and I would exchange the occasional courteous message over Facebook – “happy birthday, how are you?” kind of stuff – but we never reconnected on any deeper level. Every now and then I would check his profile – I saw girlfriends come and go, noting how none of them were good enough for him…

Cue the announcement of our mutual friend Richard’s wedding to the lovely Sally.

I’ve been friends with Richard for years. He’s a great guy in his own right, but the best thing about him (I’m so shallow…) is his huge house. Seriously, it’s fucking incredible. This manor has over a dozen bedrooms, a swimming pool, and is set in the most incredible grounds. At school, Richard’s houseparties were absolutely legendary. You can imagine my excitement when the wedding invite came with the option of staying at Richard’s house the night before for a pre-wedding party…

The plan was a barbecue on the grounds of this lovely stately home for all friends and family of both parties, with key figures staying in the house, and everyone else invited to camp. I have a tent from the festival days of my youth, and I knew a handful of people who would be going, so I was very up for it. More so when I found out Sam would be there…

With the wedding and pre-wedding party in the diary, I decided to open up communication with Sam again. It had been a while since we last had a proper catch-up, but from the first message he sent back, it was like old times. No awkwardness, no weird sense of change – just good fun.

We exchanged many messages in the run up to the wedding weekend, and they became increasingly flirty. Sam had broken up with a long term girlfriend a few months ago, and had started dating but not had much luck. I was casually seeing a girl I’d met online, but nothing was really developing, and I was starting to grow bored of the sex… I’d started to really miss cock, which always happens when I’m in a relationship with a girl for too long, and I started to fantasise about Sam again…

Ok, I’m getting horny just writing this, so let’s speed up to the good parts…

I arrived at Richard’s big fucking house as planned, met up with a few old friends, set up my tent, had a great time drinking and catching up. I was still in pretty much constant contact with Sam, who told me he was going to be a bit late. I told him not to bother bringing a tent, as mine was big enough for two…

Although I was having a good time, I was pretty disappointed that Sam wasn’t arriving until late. I think my disappointment must have showed, because a guy I met called Jacob – a friend of Richard’s from university – offered to share his weed to “cheer me up.” I hadn’t smoked pot in years, but the party was sort of winding down and most fun people had either gone to bed or would be soon, so I thought “why the hell not?”

Jacob was staying in the house, and we agreed it would be a bit of a faux par to hot box the guest room, so I took him to my tent instead. Jacob rolled up the fattest joint I’ve ever seen in my life, and we proceeded to get stoned.

Jacob wasn’t particularly attractive, but he was super laid back and really easy to get on with. We chatted and joked about increasingly ridiculous things as the weed started to take effect, and soon we were giggling like schoolgirls.

All the time I was with Jacob, I was texting Sam. My inhibitions thoroughly soaked in booze and now evaporating in a cloud of smoke, I’d taken the conversation to a new, dirty level.

[Where the fuck are you? I’m ridiculously horny right now…] – Sera

The response came back.

[Holy shit… I’ll be there as soon as I can. Don’t you dare fall asleep!] – Sam

As soon as he could wasn’t quick enough… Jacob had started rolling another joint, and I only just realised how close together we were sitting. The door to my tent was open wide, and we were huddled together, our legs sticking out of the open entryway.

I don’t know why, even now – I guess the mood just took me – I leaned in to kiss Jacob, and he dropped the unrolled joint to kiss me back. A cocktail of chemicals was sloshing around my system, and I couldn’t help myself.

I pushed Jacob back inside the tent, so that he was lying against my rucksack, and undid his belt.

“Wait, I thought you were waiting for that other guy?”

I had told Jacob about Sam earlier, and my plans to seduce him.

“He’s not here, and I can’t wait any longer.”

Jacob helped me work his jeans off, and made himself more comfortable. The sun had nearly set, but garden lights had been put out to help the campers, and there was one just outside the entrance to my tent. We could hear one or two conversations still going on around the garden, and there was some music playing in the distance. I’d deliberately pitched my tent a distance away from the others, and facing away, so nobody could see what I was about to do…

Jacob took his t-shirt off so that he was lying there in just his boxers. I could see his cock flexing upwards trying to be free of the confines of his underwear. I obliged, sliding his boxers down. His dick stood to attention before me – hard, twitching with anticipation. Jacob was an average looking guy, but he had a great looking dick. He was looking at me desperately, willing me to carry on.

I started at the very base of his cock, and slowly ran my tongue up the length of his shaft. When I reached the top, I gave his throbbing helmet a little lick, and then repeated the process. Slowly, slowly, from the bottom to the top, again and again.

“Shit, I can’t take it… Suck me Sera,” he pleaded.

I took hold of his shaft, and enveloped the head of his cock with my mouth, swirling my tongue against it as I did so. Jacob let out a sigh of relief as I started pumping his rock hard member.

As I was sucking Jacob off, I could hear campsite voices, nearer than before. I tried to listen, but struggled to concentrate on anything but the delicious dick in my mouth.

I heard somebody approaching the tent, but even that couldn’t stop me. I jerked and sucked harder than before, and could see the effect it had on Jacob – his face was contorted with pleasure and the effort of trying not to cum.

“Holy shit…” It was Sam. I didn’t turn to look, but I recognised his voice. Jacob moved to sit up, but I placed a calming hand on his abs and carried on my work.

My ass was sticking up in the air, and I gave it a little wiggle to try to focus Sam’s attention. It worked. Within seconds, he’d taken off my boots, my shorts, and was gently caressing my bare ass cheeks.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this…” I heard from behind me. I looked up and saw Jacob grinning past me.

Between sucking Jacob’s cock and the anticipation of what was to come, I was soaking wet. Sam literally had to peel my underwear down – the feel of the cool night air against my pussy was incredible. I felt Sam’s fingers prize open my ass cheeks, and nearly came there and then as his tongue entered me.

How I kept blowing Jacob I don’t know. My mind was ablaze as Sam’s tongue worked up and down my dripping wet cunt, flicking at my clit at the bottom and my asshole at the top. His warm tongue felt like it was on fire – searing me, branding me, but where there should be pain there was only intense, white hot pleasure.

A ripple ran through my entire body. I was getting close… I jerked Jacob faster and faster as my body started to shake. I desperately wanted us to cum at the same time…

My orgasm took hold of me. I could barely grip Jacob’s cock as he announced he was going to cum. My body was wracked by wave after wave of intense pleasure, and I hardly noticed the first spurt of creamy cum hit the back of my throat. Somehow, I managed to keep jerking, and milked Jacob’s balls dry before swallowing every drop. He had gone limp, and it took all the strength I had to keep from collapsing on top of him, but I knew Sam would only just be getting started…

Two firm hands gripped me from behind and spun me around, so that I was lying next to Jacob. Sam was naked already – when had that happened? – and before I knew it, his big, throbbing cock was inside of me. It felt like a shot of adrenaline to my heart – I went from deadweight to energised in a matter of seconds.

I was still tingling from my orgasm, and every time Sam thrust into me, I thought he was going to set me off again. The dying embers of the first orgasm were quickly stoked back into a blaze as he pumped in and out of me, hammering at my g-spot with expert precision, all the while staring straight into my eyes with a sexual intensity that, to this day, makes me wet just thinking about it.

I pulled my top off and unclipped my bra, freeing my perky tits to bounce back and forth as Sam fucked me, and give him something else to stare at. He leaned in to give one of my hard nipples a cheeky bite – he always loved my tits.

It sounds strange, but I swear my pussy remembered Sam’s cock. It just seemed to fit so perfectly inside me – hitting all the right spots without ever feeling like too much. Even the simple things just felt amazing. I wonder if it was the effects of the weed, as smoking pot always did (and still does) make me super horny. Regardless of the why, it felt fucking phenomenal, and I told him so.

“Fuck me. It feels… so good. Keep fuck…ing me. Don’t stop. I’m going… to cum. I’m cumming…”

My second orgasm was like a lightning strike. It came from nowhere, intense and powerful, sending pleasurable energy coursing through my entire body before subsiding.

“Oh fuck that felt good…” was all I could manage.

I glanced to my side to see that Jacob was hard again, and was stroking his dick, still covered in my saliva and his own cum, while watching us. I felt so incredibly dirty, having two guys use me in this way, and I decided to let go of all inhibitions.

I span 180 degrees on my back (like a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle… I’m such a dork…) so I could take Sam’s glistening cock straight down my throat, while at the same time presenting my pussy as a gift to Jacob. He didn’t hesitate, but it wasn’t my pussy he was interested in…

As I took Sam’s big dick in my mouth, savouring the taste of my own cum, I felt Jacob push at my asshole. I was incredibly wet, but it was still an effort to get inside me. I would have screamed if my mouth wasn’t full of cock, but once it was in, fuck me did it feel good…

And there we were. Three people joined in sex – made one through the carnal act. Jacob found a good rhythm in my ass, and had two fingers in my pussy and one on my clit, expertly guiding me towards yet another orgasm.

Meanwhile, I’d taken Sam’s sweaty, hard balls in my mouth, while stroking his beautiful cock nearer and nearer to an explosive climax. It was pure sex. I felt like such an incredible slut, which in turn only made me even hotter. Being used in that way remains one of the sexiest experiences of my life.

I knew I had one more big orgasm in me, and Jacob didn’t let me down. I’d completely let go by this point – willing to do anything for the sake of more pleasure.

It started in my extremities, a tingling sensation in my feet and fingers, and then my legs and arms, and my neck. The air around us seemed to crackle and spit, as though the fabric of the universe were breaking under the strain of this much pleasure. Closer and closer the sensation got, until it reached my core. It was like a spark to a powder keg…

My ass responded first, with a great, rippling explosion of pleasure, thundering through me and triggering a wild, spasmodic writhing, my ass seeking every delicious angle at once. This was quickly overwhelmed by a far more intense, localised torrent of orgasmic energy as Jacob brought my clitoris to shuddering climax. I erupted. I felt the juices flooding out of my pussy as I screamed:

“So fucking good! Oh god, it’s so good. I’m cumming! I’m cumming hard!”

My own satisfaction guaranteed, I returned my mouth to Sam’s cock, running my long tongue up and down the length of it as I increased the speed of my pumping. Watching me cum so hard must have been the final straw for him, because within seconds, Sam shot a thick, creamy load of spunk out across my tits. Two, three, four, five hot jets burst from his dick and covered me like the filthy slut I am. I sucked the remainder out of him, swallowing greedily, before allowing him to collapse beside me.

Jacob left us in our euphoric, sex-soaked daze, and presumably went to find his own bed. Lying there with Sam, naked, covered in each other, I remember wishing that time would stop. That the world should just be the two of us, in that tent, breathing and talking and fucking. Forever.

We slept entwined, like wild animals in a den. I dreamed that we were living in a cave in prehistoric times – my brutish, sexy caveman and me, hunting, sleeping, eating, fucking. That was our life.

Sam woke me early, harder than ever, and insisted that I give him what Jacob had had the night before. Only this time it was different. Sam made love to my ass gently, lovingly, in that dream-like way that you can only achieve first thing in the morning. The sleepy, lazy essence of morning sex. He made me cum twice before emptying his sack inside me, and we drifted off again.

The rest of the weekend passed without incident. Wonderful wedding, great speeches, beautiful bride, but long after I’ve forgotten about the dress, or the cake, or the first dance, I’ll remember my amazing experience with Sam and Jacob. I’d be very surprised if I don’t remember it until the day I die…

Thank you to everyone who took the time to read this – as always, I appreciate any feedback you’re willing to give, especially if accompanied by a naughty thought or two, or perhaps even a nude.

I’m really enjoying writing this stuff! Nothing looks likely to happen with Katie soon, so I’ll probably post another story from my past next. I’m torn between my first full-on lesbian experience, and the time I had public sex with an older guy… Let me know which one you’d prefer to read about!

Sera x