Drunken Threesome Inferno: Surrendering to Raw Bisexual Lust with Friends

The restaurant buzzes near Jean-No’s place. December chill bites outside. Inside, Mathilde’s blue eyes spark. Her pear-shaped breasts strain against her low-cut top. Skirt rides high on long legs. Heels click. Jean-No, muscled and smirking, pours wine. Talk turns filthy. Her fantasies. His bi adventures. My craving for women to probe my ass. Laughter mixes with heat. We’re buzzed, pulses racing. Stumble to his apartment. Jazzy tunes pulse low. Champagne flows. Two bottles down. Her décolleté heaves. Eyes lock. I crush her lips. Tongues tangle. Heart hammers. Jean-No grins. ‘You’re wasted. This’ll explode.’ He slides beside her. Kisses cascade. Hands roam. Skin burns.

Her skirt hikes. Panties gone. She’s nearly bare. Whispers hot: ‘I want you both. Inside me. Watch you touch.’ Insane thrill hits. His hands strip my shirt. I’m buried between her thighs. Smooth lips, trimmed pubis. Taste salty-sweet. Tongue dives. Fingers plunge her wet heat. Another teases her tight rear. She quakes. Moans build. Look up: she’s devouring his stiff cock. Thick, veined. Shockingly hot sight. My dick throbs. Back to her. Two fingers deep, tongue on swollen clit, finger in ass. She shatters. Juices flood my mouth. Gulp it down.

The Fever Rises

She switches. Strokes me slow. Sucks us alternate. Lips seal tight. Tongue swirls glands. Heaven. His hand trails my back. To my ass. Hesitate. She urges. He kneels. Joins her on me. Then solo. His mouth skilled. Finger probes. Images sear: him erupting in her mouth. I blow. Flood his throat. Two fingers stretch me. We collapse on his bed. Sweat-slick. Not done.

Hours blur. Wake to her fingers on herself. Kisses me. ‘Suck him awake.’ Crawl over. Lick his cock. Hardens. He stirs. She straddles his face. I suck deeper. ‘Good boy,’ she purrs. She impales on him. I lick their join. Her ass. Fingers in. Feel him through thin wall. Lube slicks. She’s on him, prone. I press my head to her rear. Slow push. Gland pops in. She gasps. ‘Gentle… love it.’ Inch by inch. Full. Rhythm syncs. Feel his thrusts. She screams. He floods her. She convulses, wild. I unload, pain-pleasure edge.

The Blaze Explodes

Four AM. She’s boss now. ‘Fuck each other.’ They suck me hard. She rims him. ‘Take his ass.’ She’s doggy, him pounding. Her cries: ‘Encul him!’ I slide in. Tight heat grips. Chain forms. Thrusts build. Explosions rip.

Switch. I rail her fierce. He lubes my ass. Enters. Mind blanks. Pure fire. She peaks. I erupt in her. He in me. Collapse. Skin scorches still. Exhausted bliss. Touched the edge once. Irreplaceable.