Scarlet men tell us their sauciest stories. Here, a holiday fantasy comes true as Mike finds himself in a threesome with two Brazilian women
It was the second night of carnival and Salvador hadn’t yet slept. My friends were lost somewhere in the melee among the revellers, high on atmosphere, Caipirinhas and God knew what else.
To my left, through the parade of giant heads on sticks, I noticed a group of young Brazilian lads jostling with a young, slender woman. She was laughing, her head thrown back, long full-bodied hair flying in the breeze. She caught me looking in her direction, smiled, and started towards me, much to the dismay of the other guys.
Facing me she spoke, her teeth flashing a brilliant white. I explained that I couldn’t understand, which was the only Portuguese phrase I knew apart from “Was that our stop?” and “Please, for the love of God, no more beans!” She laughed again then kissed me, her tongue snaking suggestively across my lower lip. Taking my hand she led me up a side street, her heels clattering against the cobbles, and stopped in front of a blue door upon which she beat with the palm of her hand. The door was opened by another young woman, equally as attractive and partially clothed. I was led inside and up some stairs to a large room filled with people in various states of undress. Again she smiled at me as I stood surveying the scene with equal feelings of trepidation and mounting excitement. She threw her arms around my neck, kissing me passionately, before breaking away and giggling. She reached down to the bulge in my shorts and began stroking my cock through the fabric. Then for a second time she broke away, taking a step back. She looked into my eyes before pulling her top over her head. Then I was no longer meeting her gaze.
Grabbing my hands she placed each one on her beautiful full breasts, the dark nipples hardening beneath my touch. I felt a second pair of arms embrace me from behind, and I reached back to feel the smooth skin of a bare thigh. This second pair of hands tugged at the drawstring on my shorts then lowered both them and my boxers, revealing my cock, hard and pointing straight at my topless guide. Again that sensual smile, coupled with a coy raising of the eyebrow.
One of the hands reaching around from behind began to stroke my cock. Long slow movements as the other hand caressed my balls. The woman facing me licked her lips as she wriggled out of her skirt then removed her panties over her heels. She touched the tip of her finger to her tongue and ran it softly around the head of my cock as the other set of hands continued their steady manipulations. I ran my hands over her body – her shoulders, her breasts, her hips – settling between her legs, feeling her wetness. She placed her own hand over mine, grinding it against her. I reached my other hand behind my back, sliding it across a naked stomach and down through a narrow strip of hair, dipping my fingers in and out of another pussy. I increased the rhythm of my fingers – rubbing the woman in front of me, and finger fucking the one behind. In turn, the hands on my cock and balls responded, stroking faster, the fingers mixing with the pre-come dribbling out. Quickened breathing sounded in my ear.
I could feel my orgasm building and started to lose the momentum of fingering the two women, so pulled away. I motioned for the woman facing me to lie on the floor. Bringing the other woman around from behind me, I positioned her on all fours between the legs of the woman on her back. This second woman had a perfect figure and I knelt down behind her, rubbing my slippery cock along the crack of her arse; reaching around between her thighs and pumping my fingers inside her. Her groans were muffled by the pussy on her tongue. The woman on her back was writhing, her long brown legs clamped around the other woman’s head. Crawling round to where her head swished from side to side as she neared climax, I leant over and kissed her soft lips. Lust shone in her eyes and she opened her mouth expectantly. Shifting forward I dipped my cock between her lips, moving back and forth slowly at first, increasing my speed as her stifled moans grew under the expertise of another woman’s tongue. Her body began to tremble and her moans became sharp squeaks. My hands explored her breasts while I fucked her mouth, my balls slapping against her cheek. She raised her hips off the floor and came violently, causing me to explode down her throat.
My friends were decidedly jealous when I met up with them the following morning and regaled the tale of the previous night’s proceedings. When they heard the rest of the story, however, I was officially instructed to remain with them at all times for the remainder of the trip, just in case tropical lightning struck twice.
