Wicked Wednesday #19
Welcome to my 19th post for Rebel’s Notes‘ Wicked Wednesday, How It Started. I did a threesome post called The Morning After for my Masturbation Monday entry a few weeks ago. After reading it someone told me they wanted to know what happened the night before, so when I saw the prompt for this week’s Wicked Wednesday I knew it was the perfect opportunity to grant their wish…….or at least start granting it.
You don’t have to use the prompt but I like the inspiration, and challenge. The prompt for this week was:
“Then shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of counting shall be three.
Four shalt thou not count, neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three…” – Monty Python & the Holy Grail – The Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch
There is a wonderful online meme that says: “Nearly had a threesome last night. Only needed two more people!”
It’s a great joke….but what if you did have two more people?
Unicorns, cuckolds, and bulls…oh my!
The threesome has so many levels of taboo to play on… which would you choose?
How it Started
I reached out pulling Matt closer, gently pressing my lips to his, as I wrap one hand round the back of his head, feeling the soft prickle of his short hair. My other hand reaches behind me, catching the waist of Nick’s jeans, and tugging him towards us. He tucks in behind me, his arms going round both of us so he can cup Matt’s arse, as he kisses my neck. His hands pull us together, and I feel both their hardening cocks pressing against me. My nipples bead pushing against the thin cotton of my vest. Matt’s fingers find a nipple, pinching it through the fabric, with his other hand he cups the back of Nick’s head turning his face so he can kiss him over my shoulder. That’s how it started.
As they move together I slip sideways from between them, dropping my hands to stroke their growing erections through their jeans. I lean forwards, and they turn their faces towards me, the three of us kissing as they each reach down a hand to the hem of my vest, lifting it up, and I lean back so they can pull it over my head. They let go of the hem before it’s completely off, leaving my arms trapped, so they can each cup a breast, weighing and squeezing it before, in unison, they each take a nipple in to their mouth. Matt is softer, using his tongue to trace around the hard bud, sucking gently, while Nick uses his teeth, catching the tip and sucking hard. The different sensations send pulses of feeling straight to my stomach. A swoopy rushing heat that floods my cunt and makes it ache. I shake my vest off, freeing my hands to grab their shoulders as my knees soften.
They move me backwards, until I feel the sofa against my legs, and they lower me to it. My hands rest on the backs of their heads while they continue to work on my nipples. Then I push them up, my hands tugging the hem of each of their shirts, and understanding what I want they both straighten pulling off their shirts. I wave a hand indicating they should lose their jeans, and they glance at each other half smiling, before unbuttoning their flies, and pushing them off. They step back towards me, and Matt leans in to kiss me, straddling my legs, and pulling me up slightly so Nick can pull off my jeans. I hear his breath huff as he realises what I’m wearing under them, or rather what I’m not.
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