Heather wanted to refuse a lesbian threesome with her bloke and her best mate – but they were just too persuasive to resist.
When my boyfriend Evan drunkenly suggested that he and I ‘do a lesbian threesome’ with my childhood mate Lyla, I was furious. Lyla had been staying at our place for a few days while she was in London, and I immediately felt it was time for the pretty voluptuous redhead to skedaddle. I informed her that she could use our guest room for one more night and then she’d have to make alternative arrangements. And I told Evan that he’d find the couch in the living room most comfortable that evening. That sobered him up pretty quick.
However, when I fell asleep that night, I had a wet, wild, wonderful dream – about Evan’s hunky friend, Josh, eating me out (something Evan refuses to do). My body and bits were still damp, tingling beyond belief, when my eyes flickered open in the morning. But as I yawned and stretched, the erotic burning sensations of dreamland didn’t fade away. I gave my fuzzy head a shake and stared at the lump in between my legs, under the sheets, really feeling the pressure on my pussy now.
It wasn’t a dream – Evan had obviously crawled back into our bed and was lapping at my c**t like a thirsty dog laps at a water bowl. I forgot all about our fight of the previous evening, as the guy expertly licked me, priming me with sexual electricity.
“Oh, God!” I moaned, slamming back onto the pillows. I clutched my boobs under my nightie and squeezed the charged flesh, pulled on their buzzing tips. “I’m coming, Evan!”
“Not so fast, sweetheart,” someone other than Evan said, pulling their tongue away from my boiling mound. I ripped the covers away. And there was Lyla, smiling lips shiny with my juices. I heard someone chuckle. And there was Evan, standing in the doorway, hand sliding up and down the shaft of his fully-erect condomed cock.
Boyfriend and girlfriend grinned at me, Lyla idly rubbing my puffed-up clit with her thumb. I finally grinned too, soaking wet and flaming hot with desire. And I waved Evan in. If you’re going to have your first threesome, it might as well be with your best friends.
Lyla picked right up where she’d left off, ploughing her tongue inside me, as Evan plunged into her ginger-furred pussy. The bed rocked with my boyfriend’s thrusting, fucking my friend, my boobs jumping in my hands as Lyla speared me with her cock-hard tongue.
Then I ate out luscious Lyla – tasting another girl’s sweet pussy for the very first time – while Evan fed cock down her throat. Then Evan fucked me, then Lyla, then me again, as Lyla and I sprawled out on our backs, kissing and frenching and fondling one another. It seemed to go on forever, the heat and humidity and pressure building and building, pre-come and pussy juices mixing crazily together. Until finally I was on my hands and knees over the top of Lyla, us two sexed-up women sixty-nining with abandon, while Evan lubed up his prick and stuffed it into my virgin bum. I moaned into Lyla’s steaming pussy, Evan popping my anal cherry, fucking my swollen arse. He ruthlessly pistoned me, Lyla digging her fingers into my sweating sex and pumping like Evan was pumping.
My head spun off into orbit, my body rocking with new and wonderful sensations. I desperately pulled on Lyla’s pussy lips with my teeth, sucked on the girl’s obscenely swollen clit, frantic to make the debauchery last as long as possible. Evan smacked up against my rippling bum, sawing away at me, Lyla churning my smouldering pussy with her fingers, shimmering shudders of delight racing all through me.
Lyla’s now welcome to stay at our place for as long as she wants.
