Serialized Story: "Third Party Submission," Part 7

This chapter: MM (anal), MF (oral)

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David was tender with you. He understood that, underneath all that excitement and neediness, you still required kindness. He lubed his own fingers and probed into you. You pushed your whole body back onto them, your eyes closed.

I decided not to make you split your attention between us and quietly moved around to be closer to David. I wanted to see you lose your anal virginity to his cock.

“You’re right,” David said, “He is ready. So open and ready for my cock.”

He used a little more lube on his shaft then held it against your ass, rubbing it around the outside of your hole before guiding the head in with one hand, the other holding your hip. You moaned loudly. I saw your own cock jerk up. I wondered how long he could fuck you before you came.

David slipped the head out until just the tip was touching your asshole, then dipped in again, just the head. “What a tease!” I thought to myself, remembering the times you’ve done the exact same thing to me, making me beg you to give me the whole shaft.

He repeated the tease a few times until the head of his cock was sliding in with no resistance. Then he slowly, more slowly than slowly, more slowly than I would ever have had the patience for, sank into you until he’d buried himself in as far as he could, then gave an extra little shove.

You came, calling out wordlessly as your cum flew through the air to land on the carpet at the foot of the couch. There was a lot of it. David held onto your hips with both hands, stayed still until your breathing slowed.

Then he really began to fuck you, guiding you with his hands on your hips, pulling your hips back to meet his. Your bodies were rocking together with one purpose, one goal, the intensity and the heat of it keeping me rapt. I could virtually feel the fuck inside of me, empathizing with both of you, wanting you both to feel the pleasure I imagined.

You got hard again almost immediately, like you often do when I lick you clean after we fuck. I realized then that the excitement of tonight would probably give you enough stamina to cum twice. The thought made me happy for you. Everything was making me happy for you. Our daring experiment seemed to have been a good decision, so far.

I pet your hair and you looked up at me, face blank for a moment before your eyes focused on mine, your body shifting and shuddering with David sliding in and out of you.

“I want to lick you,” you growled.

No need to ask twice. I hitched up my spanking skirt and sat on the edge of the couch, knees spread wide. You dove into my pussy, nose bumping against clit every time he pushed into you, tonguing me aggressively. It felt wonderful. I fought against closing my eyes to focus on the sensation. Instead, I watched the tableau as if from above: David, whom we had invited into our home, into our intimate moments, his hips meeting your ass with enthusiasm, his eyes closed; you, between us, your body being used by the two of us; and myself, being pleasured by you.

It was so different, so unusual, but it didn’t feel wrong. It felt like an amazing little adventure, it felt liberating to share you and to be shared by you.

David’s orgasm was unexpected, to me at least. He gave a sudden yell and bucked his hips hard and fast until he was spent. While he recovered, his hands were on your ass, holding you in place. Your tongue never stopped, but continued to swirl and probe. When David opened his eyes, his gaze traveled up your back and up to meet mine. The heat kicked up a notch between my legs just from knowing he saw me, and saw you going down on me.

“That was good,” David said.

“Mmmm,” was all you and I could answer.

He pulled slowly out of you. You whimpered slightly once he was out all the way. He reached for a towel to clean himself off, then wiped at you, too. You sat back on your knees and suddenly I was exposed to both of you.

I nearly came at the thought that David could see what had only belonged to you for all these years.

“She’s next,” you said. David nodded. I shrank back on the couch, momentarily afraid of the aggression in your voice.

“There’s no escape, my sweet,” you grinned as you rose, stepping out of the clothes at your feet and reaching for me. I submitted to your grip on my wrist, stood willingly when you pulled me up.

“The bed or the coffee table?” David asked.

“Bed,” you said, “Bring those toys.”