Testament of a threesome at a movie premiere. | 2016

A few months ago I told the story about How I banged my co-star on a movie set! This is what happened a few days later...

Every year groups of aspiring filmmakers take part in the 48 Hour Film Project. Teams have exactly two days to write, shoot, edit, and turn in a finished seven minute film. Later in the week the submitted films are shown on the big screen. This story takes place that night.

Joan is perched on the edge of the sink with her slip pushed up while I slide in and out of her. This was not the original plan. A few days back we got a bit naughty on our film set. Believing that any good shag deserves another we got it on again the following night. But that was supposed to be it! Then somehow it was decided that we would drive together to the screening, I showed up while Joan was still getting ready, standing in the bathroom wearing a silk slip, and next thing you know I'm balls deep trying to keep pussy juice off my nice shirt. These things happen.

Now is a good time to explain Chloe. Tall, wiry, covered in tattoos, with a brash dominance that is mandatory if you want to make a movie in forty-eight hours. I liked Chloe because she was a punk chick turned filmmaker who could drink with the best of them. When we met at the bar for a pre screening cocktail she immediately sprang up and gave me a big hug.

"Look at this fucking dress? I couldn't even fit underwear underneath it!" She tells me.

It was indeed tight. Black velvet stretched so to the point you could see the line of her ass crack. Chloe spoke loudly for the vulgar enjoyment of the group. Then her voice dropped and she laid her chin on my shoulder.

"Needed my roommate to get me in the thing. Gonna need help getting out of it."

My eyes went cross. They stayed that way for the next four hours as both Chloe and Joan showered me with secret affections. Both women throwing me gentle touches and whispering sweet nothing while seemingly unaware that the other woman was doing the same thing! Or were they? I didn't know. Joan and Chloe sat in a dark theater while each had a hand on my leg and I was just waiting for the other shoe to drop and for one to notice the other and make me look like the biggest asshole ever.

But that's not the way it happened!

As god as my witness I overlooked every hint thrown my way. Especially when Chloe asked for a ride to her car. It was not until we had driven for ten minutes that I finally realized that we were not taking Chloe to her car! We were driving back to Joan's together and we were going to have a threesome. Hot damn.

Dear reader we'll get to the sex soon I promise but first let me get real with you. I have seen my fair share of three way porn. I've read the stories, even ones that claim to be true. Having sex with two women is NOTHING like that. If you are lucky enough find two women who want to tongue fuck each others asshole and lick any damn fluid created during sex, good for you. I found the whole experience - oddly calm. During sex you always want to lose yourself in the other person but you can't here because now you have another someone else to entertain. You also can't go into it like a sex crazed acrobat, you need to last, because you have someone else to please. Most of all, and I cannot express this enough, it will look nothing like how you imagine it. Don't lose the moment wishing it looked like a different moment.

For example there I stood holding a glass of wine while two beautiful women sat on a couch just staring at me. Why were they not making out? Finger fucking? Tearing at each other? Because they were waiting for me! Was I to make the first move? So I did the one thing that always worked for me. Kneeling at Chloe's feet I ran my fingers up the back of her leg. That dress was tight indeed. Pressing her legs together the velvet slowly inched back. Chloe arched her back just enough to allow me to slide the dress to a point that her cute little pussy came out to say hello. I spread those legs and slid my tongue across her clit.

There I was eating that pussy with no intention of stopping. Chloe's breathing became erratic as my tongue searched for just the right spot, the area she wanted licked the most, until I found it and both her thighs clamped onto my head. Bingo! I couldn't hear a thing. Could barely move! When I wiggled my head up I saw that Joan had crawled over to Chloe and they were making out. Back to work I went and when I looked up again one of Joan's big beautiful titties had made its way into Chloe's mouth. One of Chloe's muscular legs wound its way over my back and tightened like a python and I knew that I had found my spot, just to the left of her clit. My tongue descended upon it with a rhythmic madness. As Chloe tensed up, Joan began whispering "oh yes. oh yes." in approval. Both feet slammed to the ground and Chloe raised her hips up off the couch as she let out a deep moan. I stayed there on my knees with my tongue out like a dog and let Chloe brush her clit against me while she writhed in ecstasy.

Joan smiled "That was fuckin’ hot."

We both stood up and I wrapped my arms around Joan, kissing her. My hands moving up and down her body. That kiss got passionate. Very passionate. I lost myself in the kiss so much that I did not notice Chloe get up and stand behind me, only realizing when she pulled back my jacket, tossing it to the floor. Taking cue, Joan began unbuttoning my shirt and as she was working her way down Chloe unzipped Joan’s dress. It fell to the floor and soon was joined by my shirt. This was a slow gentle game we all were playing, removing a piece, a single piece of clothing from one another at a time. Soon Joan's slip slid down her pale body and my underwear followed. The erotic flow of the whole dance came to a grinding halt when we tried removing Chloe's dress, that thing really was on tight.

At first Chloe sat still next to me on the couch, hesitant yet reserved, not sure how to approach. I had sprawled myself out most comfortably and given myself over to let Joan do as she pleased. Joan chose to mount me and as my cock slid inside her with ease she began to grind against me. Her round hips churning. It was all so damn calm. This wasn’t some fuck fest. We were each pushing each other’s boundaries and taking time to enjoy it. Eventually Chloe warmed to me like a cat. She kissed my neck and nibbled my ears. Soon Joan began moaning and Chloe began kissing her while pinching her nipple. As I laid there enjoying the show while Joan fucked me, my hand slid down Chloes ass and I squeezed. She took turns kissing and caressing us until I came in Joan.

Then we sat around for an hour eating popsicles and drinking wine. Let’s get back to the good stuff.

I forget who started it but one of the girls sucked on her popcicle and then put her mouth around my cock. It was both terrifying and amazing. My shocked reaction cracked them up and so they took turns freezing their mouths and then sucking me off. It stopped being terrifying and became amazing-er! They turned tag team blow jobs in to a game. After a while there were no more popcicles, just two beautiful women sucking me off. I finally came in Joan’s mouth and nearly passed out from joy.

Once again we all just kinda laid around naked. The hour was getting ridiculous and I was waiting for either lady to just up and call it a night. Chloe nearly began saying goodnight by expressing how impressed she was with my ability to cum twice. Compliment first and then bid adeu. Yet Joan felt the need to brag and admit that she and I got dirty before the premiere. This somehow greatly impressed Chloe, three times in one night. So I stepped right in like an absolute rock star and said. “I have plenty more still. I’m just taking a breather before I bend you both over this couch.” Chloe did not leave and mere moments later I had two round beautiful butts pointing up at me.

Chloes ass was made of marble. The girl was just solid muscle through and through. After my first few thrusts she started thrusting back at me with force. It kinda hurt but I got the hint. Chloe wanted to be fucked hard and fast. Sweet Joan with her soft smooth ass up in the air was all smiles as she looked back and watched Chloe and I mashing together. One last thrust and I pressed my entire body against Chloe, leaning over and kissing her neck, nibbling a bit. Then I pulled it out of her, eased over to Joan and slipped it back in. All I could think was “Well there’s one more item we can strike from the bucket list!” This went on, Joan then Chloe, Joan then Chloe, until we all seemed to collapse in a fucking and wine coma. My last thoughts for the night were that I had just had sex with two women and I’d done it well. And that’s it, the end.

Nope I left out the part where early the next morning when Joan took off to shower and Chloe jumped my bones one last time. We were all lying in a pile like a stack of spoons so Chloe and I both noticed when Joan got up and made her way to the bathroom. A fair share of wine had been drunk the night before and not only did poor Joan feel it, I did too. Chloe however reacts differently to a hangover. The moment she heard the shower turn on she ran her nails against my chest. She grappled onto me and suddenly I was on top of this woman. It was all so physical and sudden. I was manhandled by a muscular woman who wanted my dick. So I obliged and shoved it in her and began pumping mercilessly and goddamn it if she didn’t just love it. This was some seriously committed humping. Fast and hard and awfully hot! Not just hot as in sexy but hot like, sweatly. I cannot recall a time where I perspired more during sex. Yet that was what Chloe wanted. Even after she wrapped her arms around me and I could feel her pussy tighten while she came, I kept going. She sunk her teeth into my back and dammit it kept going. The shower turned off and I came so hard sweat dripped from my eyes like tears. At that moment I knew that I had possibly had the best sex of my life and that I would also likely never sleep with this woman again. Don’t understand? (See: Icarus)

The best part was that when Joan came back from the shower, Chloe and I acted like nothing happened. As if Joan and I with our secret tryst on set and earlier in the evening was something secret and special and Chloe wanted a moment of her own. Now that I think of it I feel downright flattered.

This all happened months ago so I guess all these inquiring minds will want to know what happened after? In truth? Nothing. Joan and I had to have a truthful conversation where we realized that 99% of our relationship was pent up emotion due to being on set together. Chloe and I have not spoken since that morning. She’s one of those poly types so when she went home that day she went to a boyfriend and another boyfriend. Fucking Portland.

As for me, thanks for asking, this is the first sexual encounter I had since I decide to start writing about them. (See: Red Shoe Diaries) I have got to wonder if I pushed myself ever so slightly just to wonder about the story I could write? This is an entirely new idea, a new outlook on life. Does my desire to talk about experiences dull the actual experience? Or do stories happen to those who can tell them? (See: Mark Twain)