“Suck his cock,” Bill said when our eyes locked.
If there are two things, I’m good at it’s taking direction and sucking cock. I looked away from Bill and rolled Jackson over, so I was straddling him again. I started to undo his belt and his jeans while I kissed him, licking his lower lip as I undid his fly. I pulled away from him and slid between his legs pulling his pants and boxer briefs down as I went. He threw them to the ground in one swift motion, laid back on some pillows, watching me intently.
I looked down at his cock, not bad. Just like Bill had said, it wasn’t as big as his, but it had a similar girth and was nothing to scoff. I was perfectly content, anything bigger than Bill’s and I was usually uncomfortable. I took Jackson’s cock in my hand, and his hips bucked just slightly at the contact. I ran my hand up and down the length a few times. He was already hard; I like to get a feel for someone with my hands and mouth, and this was just the opening act to the main event.
I could feel Bill’s eyes on my body, observing my movements. I turned to the side to look at him, and he looked into my eyes, for a moment it was like no one else was in the room. Then I remembered I had someones cock in my hands and decided I should stop being distracted by the man I’m in love with and carry on having sex with another man in front of him… as one does.
I turned back to Jackson and decided I’d give him the slow start. It struck me that this young man was probably used to a lot of girls shoving his cock in their mouths, sucking on it for a few minutes at as frenetic a pace as they could stomach, hoping he’d be ready to fuck them. Not my game. I now wonder if everyone is this strategic in their sexual choices or if I’m unique in that respect.
I licked his cock from the underside base to the tip, very, very slowly. When I got to the tip, I circled my tongue around it a few times. I placed my lips very lightly and gently over the head and acted as if I were about to take him into my mouth, then pulled up abruptly and began to lick all over his cock again. I repeated this pattern in a varied form until his hips bucked and he groaned at one moment when he thought I was finally about to take him fully into my mouth.
I chuckled just a little, I might be a masochist (there’s no way you enjoy pain as much as I do without some aspect of that), but I’m also definitely a bit of a sadist. He wasn’t enduring any pain, but watching him squirm was thoroughly enjoyable. I finally decided I’d better get this show on the road or we’d be here all night. I suddenly took him entirely into my mouth and held my head pressed against his abs for a good ten seconds before slowly pulling up sucking as I went.
“Fuck” was all he exclaimed when I finally took him entirely. His hips bucked a little, and his breathing seemed to quicken, I didn’t think that was possible. I gave him my usual blow job for another minute or two.
“Holy shit *** you are fucking incredible at this. Jesus Bill, she’s incredible at this,” Jackson groaned aloud. So now we were talking to the whole class?
“I know, trust me,” was all I heard Bill say from behind me in a deep voice.
“Suck his cock, now” I heard Jackson say.
So I sat up and turned to face Bill who got up and stood at the end of the bed. You would never have to tell or ask me twice to do anything to Bill’s cock, and I was usually the one begging for it on most nights. My back was now to Jackson, and I bent over on all fours and started to suck Bill’s cock. There was no foreplay here. I’d wanted him inside me for too long. This moment was the first real contact we’d had all night. I took him completely in my mouth at once, eager to have as much of him as I could.
I was starting to enjoy myself when I felt Jackson behind me, one of his fingers entered me. My hips bucked and I moaned loudly in surprise and excitement, never stopping my attention on Bill’s cock. After a few seconds of teasing me, Jackson replaced his finger with his cock and slid into me. He stayed inside me for just a moment as if getting acclimated, something most men tend to do. I think if you’re of a certain age and very tight men are a bit taken aback and want to enjoy the sensation, even if it’s for a moment.
“Goddamit you are tight” was all I heard Jackson say.
“Isn’t she?” Bill quipped back, his hand in my hair as I continued to suck his cock.
Once that moment was over he started slamming into me at a breakneck speed. I hadn’t been fucked that fast in a long time, and I don’t say that in a good way. My main complaint about Jackson was this, his rhythm, and it just confirmed why I generally don’t sleep with guys in their 20’s. It was like jackrabbit sex: bam, bam, bam, bam, bam. There was no cadence, no pacing, no crescendo, and decrescendo a chance for things to build for both of us. It was like if someone sat down to play a Mozart concerto and played the whole thing at fortissimo (aka very loudly) how would you enjoy the intricacies of the music?
Sex, to me, is music. I am a player, but not the whole orchestra. If the other person wants to plunk away brashly at the piano, you are never going to hear the glorious harmonies of my violin – my favorite instrument. Nevertheless, I persisted. I focused, not on the breakneck pace, but on how much I was enjoying the sensation juxtaposed with having Bill in my mouth and watching him see me take pleasure.
“I want to watch you ride him, baby” Bill said to me.
We didn’t need any additional directions. Bill is so good at reading my body and needs, and he could probably sense that this speed was doing nothing for me, typically I’d have had at least one orgasm by now. Jackson laid down on the bed as I straddled him taking him slowly inside me, letting each inch of him fill me. I leaned back, arching my back and placing a hand on each of his thighs for support.
I rode him like this for a minute or two until I felt Bill kneeling behind me as his arms snaked under my arms bringing them to wrap around his neck. I kept my arms there as his hands played with my breasts and his mouth played with my neck and earlobe. My breathing began to hitch, and his hands snaked down my stomach toward my clit and began to rub it. I moaned loudly, and he took his other hand and turned my face so that I met his mouth in a fiery kiss.
I moved my hands from around Bill’s neck to reach behind me and stoke his cock. As soon as I touched him I could feel his upper body tense, and he growled in my ear, biting my earlobe with pleasure. Bill turned my face to kiss him again; we were desperate to have each other. Our mouths were colliding, tongues and lips battling for supremacy (a battle I ultimately lost). I could feel my orgasm building, and Bill continued to play with my clit, while I continued to ride Jackson. As my orgasm started to wash over me I broke the kiss with Bill; my legs began shaking. Bill’s mouth returned to my ear.
“I love you, ****” was all Bill had to say to send me over the edge while biting my ear.
That entire orgasm was down to Bill’s mouth and hands, as so many of my orgasms were, poor Jackson was basically a human dildo. I half moaned half screamed as my orgasm took over me, continuing to ride Jackson. When it was over, I stopped, leaning back into Bill, attempting to catch my breath.
I was only given a moment to breathe before Jackson’s hands were on my breast.
“Fuck her” was all Jackson said.
Again, this is a direction I don’t need twice. Bill grabbed me by the waist and flipped me onto my back on the other side of the bed, then slammed into me in one quick motion. I gasped and moaned at the suddenness of it all. This is what I had wanted; I’d wanted Bill inside me. Jackson got up and walked around the side of the bed, to stand next to Bill. He leaned down and kissed him. I can’t say I wasn’t taken aback at that moment; I knew Bill is bi but the first time you see your incredibly masculine man with another man it’s a bit strange.
Bill continued to fuck me, moving my knees, so they were bent toward my chest so that he could go deeper, all the while he kissed Jackson. I thought I had coordination; I should have known Bill’s would put me to shame.
Jackson broke their kiss and stood up, so his cock was level with Bill’s mouth. Then Bill took Jackson’s cock in his mouth in one quick motion, he didn’t take it all the way (like me, at least I was still superior in some things), but he still did a damn good job from what I could see. This shocked me, to see a man’s cock in Bill’s mouth was at first disturbing, then confusing, then curious, then arousing. These emotions washed over me in 45 seconds.
While this was happening, Jackson went from looking at Bill to me. After two minutes of this Jackson looked at me.
“Go down on her” Jackson said, very authoritatively for one so young.
I love that the men were taking control and giving each other orders because I honestly had no idea what the fuck to do. It was like I was in a play and these two men were calling out stage directions. Bill pulled out of me, and I groaned at the loss of contact between our two bodies, he looked up at me and smiled as he moved to place his head between my legs. The moment his tongue touched me my hips bucked, and I almost shouted, I was overstimulated at this point and had only had one orgasm. I needed a release and was hoping I would get it very soon.
Bill moved his tongue to play with my clit, gently at first, then started sucking on it. All the while I thrashed about and cried out his name. After just a few moments of this, he slide one finger inside me to hit my G spot which nearly sent me over the edge. I screamed, slapping the bed and crying out in pleasure. I could feel my orgasm building, and in a few moments, it overtook me, my whole body shaking while Bill continued to suck my clit.
Just as I was coming down from this, I felt Bill grunt. I opened my eyes and looked up to see Jackson behind Bill, fucking him. To say I was surprised was an understatement. Their interactions before now had surprised and then aroused me. I was on the fence. I think what threw me were the noises Bill was making, they were so guttural and primal. Sounds I had never heard him make with me. I was jealous, not of Jackson, but that any other person was eliciting a response that I had yet to earn from him.
This pattern went on for some time. None of the men came, which isn’t that strange to me. I’m used to being with guys who last a very long time and have sex for multiple rounds, many of which don’t always include ejaculation (I wish there were a better way to put that!). At some point, Jackson pulled out of Bill and laid down on the bed next to me.
“I’ve got to get going; it’s late you two” Jackson said stroking my hair and looking from me to Bill.
“Ok man” was Bill’s quick reply. “If you want to rinse off the shower is right in there, and there are towels in this closet.” He pointed at the bedroom closet across from us.
“That would be great, thanks” with no further prompting he turned, grabbed a towel and headed to the bathroom.
Bill got up from between my legs and laid down on the bed. He pulled me on top of him so I was straddling him, my chest pressed against his.
“Hi,” he said softly, stroking my hair.
“Hi” I replied running my hand along his jawline.
“So baby, did you enjoy yourself?” he asked, as his hands moved from my hair to stroke my lower back.
“I did. It wasn’t exactly what I expected, but I still enjoyed it. It’s just that…” I stopped myself from saying what I wanted to say.
I was feeling vulnerable and emotional, which is how I often felt when I was wrapped in Bill’s arms. I buried my face in his chest to avoid his eyes, he could always read my emotions, and I didn’t want how I was feeling to be so readily discernable. If I wanted to I could recover this, say I thought I’d have more orgasms, which was true. Only two orgasms was pitiful for me. That’s 5 minutes of sex with Bill on a slow night once we get started.
“Look at me,” he said, it wasn’t a demand but a wish. I looked up at him. “What’s wrong, what is it? You can always tell me anything, everything,” he said giving me a quick kiss.
I breathed out a loud sigh of resignation. I don’t like keeping things from Bill, even if they are silly and unimportant, I try to be honest about my emotions.
“Well, I just feel a bit inadequate in this moment -” I said starting to describe how I felt when I heard the noises Jackson had evoked from him.
“Inadequate? Are you serious? ****, how could you feel inadequate?” Bill said is astonishment. This was not what he had expected me to say.
“Well, the noises that you made when Jackson was fucking you. I’ve never heard you make those noises with me in all the time we’ve been together. It just made me feel like I haven’t been giving you enough pleasure like I’m deficient in some capacity or not doing something for you that I should be.” I finished and buried my face in his neck, kissing it and then nuzzling there for comfort.
I hate getting emotional; I hate my emotions taking control of my independence and ability to think clearly. I hate that I could feel inadequate sexual and it would affect me emotionally, all because I love this son of a bitch.
“**** please look at me, I need to see your eyes,” he said softly. I took in a deep breath, let it out then brought my head back up to look into Bill’s brown eyes.
“You will never be inadequate, and no one makes me feel the way that you do. Not when we are making love, not when we are sitting next to each other on the train. Anywhere. Our bodies were made for each other; you know that. I’ve never felt this way with anyone. Secondly, the reason you heard those noises was that he went too deep and too fast, I wish he had taken his time. That and it’s hitting your prostate, which is a whole other thing. The combination was too much; I really wish he had slowed down.” Bill finished.
“Me too,” I said with a soft chuckle.
“I could tell,” Bill said his hands running over the curve of my spine and my hips.
“I need to have you tonight, just you. I want you so much right now, and I need for us to connect.” I said running my hands along his sides.
“Baby, I always need you. As soon as he leaves, I’ll make love to you,” he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down for a fiery, passionate kiss. I could feel the want and need in his lips, in the way his body arched into mine.
I heard a door open and close and realized that Jackson must have finished his shower. I felt Jackson’s hand on the small of my back.
“Thanks for the shower you two,” Jackson said. I pulled away from Bill to look up at him. “and for the amazing night.” He leaned down and kissed me then moved and gave Bill one. “I had a really great time tonight; you are both a lot of fun.”
“Thanks, Jackson, for helping me through my first time,” I said with a wink.
Both men laughed at that. After exchanging some pleasantries and asking if we wanted the door closed Jackson left.
As soon as the door closed, I exclaimed: “Fucking finally.”
At the same moment, Bill said: “Goddammit I want you.”
We pounced on each other, which was difficult to do seeing as though I was straddling him and our bodies were already intertwined. We had sex for about an hour after that (I could write at length about it, but there are only so many hours in the day). He made me cum at least 12 times before finally cumming himself. Our sex was primal; we needed each other but also needed to reconnect and focus on each other again. Our sex has only been that intense a handful of times.
In the end, it was worth it. I told Bill if we do this again with a man we need to find someone who looks like Henry Cavill and is half as good in bed as BIll. His reaction was just “Done!”. I’m still waiting for my Henry Cavill doppelganger, but in the interim, it’s up to me to procure whatever woman we decide to have our next threesome with. A challenge, but one that I feel I’m up to.
Up to No Good 😉