Exquisite sex kitten seeks similar pair for wild frolics.
Elise had been searching for the perfect threesome for far too long, she decided. She wondered if it was perhaps time to relinquish her dream and either settle for sexual monogamy or resign herself to the fact that any menage à trois would have flaws. But because Elise was a determined girl, giving up seemed more a sign of weakness than a sensible acceptance of the facts. The problem lay, she suspected, not just in her quest for utter, ravishing perfection, but in the fact that perfection for Elise would be a threesome with two people pretty much identical to herself – a thought this author may entertain and make herself quite wet with, but not one that was of much practical use to our heroine.
You see, Elise was really rather a superb specimen. Long of limb and lithe of form, her body was as close to a racehorse’s as any human can reasonably manage; lean and muscled, yet retaining sumptuous curves and swoops, finished with a topping of glossy chestnut hair which tumbled in large, loose curls over her shoulders to brush her nipples (we’ll imagine they’re bare as I write this). Her eyes were large and brown, her nostrils delicately chiselled and prone to flaring when excited or angry. She had the elegant athleticism of a thoroughbred in her every move. But mentally Elise was as far from a highly-strung pedigree as one could get. Tough, smart and not a little sure of herself, nothing could spook this girl, except the subtle worry that she would never achieve her private ambition of orgiastic bliss, of unfettered indulgence in her favourite hobby.
Forgive me if I have lingered too long describing my heroine. I just feel you should know why it is she felt three such creatures would make an unbeatable evening. Perhaps I also enjoy imagining her reclining on a chaise longue, wearing a silky negligee that exposes her breathtaking legs and a tantalising hint of pussy, pouting into a hand-mirror and wondering why she can’t find another creature as divine and dirty as herself. As she lies there, awaiting the author’s command, she reflects on her past quests for the perfect threesome.
Elise’s Sex CV
First try, with her college boyfriend. Bringing home a drunken stranger, she’d tried to educate her bemused lover in the art of free love. After watching her enthusiastically taste the delights of her new friend’s c**t for an hour, he’d realised that swinging was not his game and gone to sleep on the sofa. Elise had then discovered that her new acquaintance was also fast asleep, and had been for much of the performance. Mortified, she’d vowed never to try to create that scenario again.
Her resolution had lasted all of a year, right up until she was invited to dip a toe into Sapphic waters with a lesbian professor and her girlfriend. The thrill of being spanked by her attractive tutor had waned when she’d realised that she was expected to be a sexual slave to both women, sucking their feet, massaging their greedy clits and fucking them with eight-inch strap-ons, to be rewarded with nothing but lashings and commands. While Elise could play the submissive as well as any depraved slut, she enjoyed being on the receiving end of attention for at least some of the time. She’d left horny but unsatisfied, to relieve her tensions with her trusty vibrator instead of falling asleep cradled between the exhausted and sweaty bodies of her companions as she’d desired.
As she remembered past forays into the world of group love, Elise felt a moistening between her legs and rolled onto her back like a kitten. Parting her delectable thighs, she dipped one hand down to her warm cunt, running her fingers over her wet lips and massaging her tight bud. If only her boyfriend had given her pretty pick-up a good fucking, she thought; what a sight that would have been! Elise would have ridden her luscious mouth while he’d mounted her like a stallion. Or what if her tutor had rewarded her for all her hard work? Stroking her aching clit while she received her spanking would have been all she’d needed. She groaned as she indulged her fantasies, sweeping a finger into her slick tunnel to find her G-spot.
She rubbed her tender passage as she recalled her only experience with two men, as close as she’d ever come to her perfect threesome. Both friends from university, she’d invited them home, got them tipsy, then lost five hands of strip poker in quick succession. Stretched out on the floor in a lacy pair of knickers and a camisole, she’d asked them if they’d ever done a woman together before. Getting them naked and ready for action had been remarkably easy, and she’d had all the attention lavished upon her. She’d lost track of how often she’d come, getting fondled and licked and fucked every which way until she’d been reduced to a state of dreamy near-oblivion. But one thing had spoiled it for her: the men had refused to touch each other. What is the point of a threesome, she mused, if two of the players aren’t interested in each other? She’d begged them to kiss, to caress each other’s beautiful bodies and splendid cocks, but they had refused. She couldn’t help but see the irony in the fact that the previous time she’d been gasping for the slightest touch, while at that point she’d been moaning that she was monopolising all the interest! But one must maintain one’s standards, she thought to herself, or what was the point of having them in the first place?
The Ins And Outs Of Threesomes
Fucking herself in earnest, she wondered whether the perfect threesome would consist of three women, two women and a man, or a woman and two men. They would all have to give and receive equally, and definitely all be on the same wavelength of kink, she thought. She remembered going to a fetish club with a friend as a ‘treat’ for his girlfriend. Elise had adored being clad in black latex, her nipples jutting under her skin-tight suit. She’d enjoyed leading his devastatingly beautiful girlfriend around the club on a leash, aware that they’d been turning heads and stiffening cocks everywhere they went. She had especially enjoyed having her arse expertly taken by her friend, while his girlfriend gagged her and clamped her nipples tightly. But she had certainly not enjoyed the ensuing row over whether or not to pour hot wax over her body, a prospect that had terrified her but that she had been helpless to protest against. In the end she had simply been flogged lightly, but had not appreciated being made that vulnerable.
Images of past debauchery flashed before Elise’s closed eyelids as she strained towards orgasm. She parted her lips and bucked against her fingers as she imagined being face fucked by a moaning girl while taking a cock deep inside her, imagined lashing her tongue furiously over the girl’s sweet pussy as a man thrust vigorously into her own hole, working her into a state of wild-eyed ecstasy. She caressed the tight pucker of her arse as she imagined taking one man’s cock in her mouth while he received another cock between his high buttocks, and tasted the musky wetness of her own pussy as she considered the delights of playing with a pair of creamy breasts and watching their owner’s face buried in the cunt of a third woman, who would perhaps like to tease Elise’s own hard nipples.
And would a straightforward vanilla romp suffice, she wondered as she slid her pretty finger into her snug behind, or would something a little filthier, a little more fetish, be required? She panted and moaned as she recalled a particularly delicious evening experimenting with Japanese bondage. She had blown her first paycheque on a set of expensive black satin ropes of varying lengths, the ends secured from fraying by tiny silver phalluses. They had been delivered before she’d got back from work, and she’d found her two housemates admiring them when she’d got in. Neither had had a clue how to use them, so she’d shown them how to wind the ropes slowly over the body, creating an even pressure, and then pull them into knots on erotic points. They’d sat in their silky underwear, these two scrumptious young innocents, as Elise had skillfully tightened the ropes, passing them between their scantily clad lips, knots nudging their swollen clits and virgin arses. She had bound their breasts tightly (for which of course they had to remove their bras, blushing as their nipples hardened in the air) and tied their wrists to their ankles. Rather stimulated by the sight of her two friends in such a state, Elise had kindly decided to relieve their evident arousal. Going to her first friend, she had tugged and played on the rope binding her labia, excited by her friend’s appealing mixture of horniness and embarrassment, making her come with the now-dampening rope pressed into the perfect crack of her arse and Elise’s skilful fingers teasing her nipples. The girl had gasped and wriggled in a most enchanting manner, her English rose complexion deepening to the colour of crushed petals and a dew of sweat patterning her luscious little breasts. Leaving her first captive with damp ringlets plastered to her heaving shoulders, Elise had selflessly turned to aid her next victim. But she had been met with a stony gaze – this, she had been informed, was deeply inappropriate behaviour, and she must release them both at once. With great dejection, Elise had complied, wondering just what the hell was wrong with inappropriate behaviour? Her more willing friend had attempted to cheer her up by dipping her luscious mouth between Elise’s sprawled aristocratic limbs, but even that delightful indulgence had only led to a perfunctory orgasm and a greater settling of gloom. Elise had never been rejected before. Never.
A slight frown creased her brow as she recalled the humiliation of that night, then lifted as she remembered a rather more successful evening. Her last boyfriend, a beautiful, tender, poetic young man, had been too shy ever to actually have a threesome. But one night, Elise had gone to their room to find him naked on her plum-coloured sheets, an array of sex toys in a hamper at the foot of the bed, and had been greeted with the news that tonight they would play at having a threesome – the terms of which she would be allowed to dictate. Stunned and rather moved by his thoughtfulness, she had begun by displaying to him just how many expensive rubber dildos she could take at once. Amused and more than a tad excited by his girlfriend’s kinky proclivities, he had responded by first gingerly licking, then (much to Elise’s amazement) deep-throating her favourite seven-inch toy. Later, he had let her gently penetrate him with a strap-on as he had sucked and nibbled on the other cock. Then she’d pleasured his divine organ with her pretty red throat as he’d fucked her with two slim vibes. All in all, it had been a rapturous affair, with only one drawback; it hadn’t been the real thing. Yes, there had been about five cocks; but only two brains, which, when it came down to it, were the most important sex organs. Elise sighed again and began once more to stroke her lovely c**t.
And at that moment, as she writhed and juddered under the delicious influence of her fingers, she felt a familiar nudging against her pussy, and a delicate tongue slip into her open mouth. Astonished, she opened her eyes to see a smiling young Adonis sliding his full manhood into her warm heat, and a naked, petite young woman nuzzling her breasts. As ribbons of pleasure wound over her body like amorous serpents, she ceased to wonder where these mysterious lovers had come from and relaxed into the satisfying experience that she was now sure awaited her. You see, dear reader, the author felt so sorry to have worked Elise into such a state that she stepped in herself with a dear friend, and fulfilled her own fantasy of enjoying her own delicious heroine.
