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[Author’s Note]
This is a little bit of a departure from our threesome’s usual fare. But I knew that Isabella’s proclivities were going to take us here eventually.
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During the first week of August, in the morning hours before the bookstore opened, the three of us were busily chatting. Ellie was on a ladder pulling overstock from the high shelves. Isabella was rearranging a display of Wizarding toys as an advertisement for the upcoming release ofHarry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, commenting on the industry rumors that this new book was going to be even thicker than the previous one. I was taking books from Ellie on the ladder and porting them to various locations in the store. Even after the store opened, customers were sparse. With colleges on summer break, the city’s population was reduced by about seventy-five per cent. Mornings tended to be an excellent time to get these kinds of work done around the store, not to mention let our minds and imaginations wander to other things like our nocturnal activities.
Isabella surveyed her work and found it was done to her satisfaction. Stuffed owls, plastic wands and boxes of ‘Bertie Botts’ Every Flavor Beans’ embellished the faced out stacks of paperback wizarding manuals. Ellie, from her perch, followed with her eyes as Isabella casually sauntered over the cash register and felt the shelves beneath it. She pulled out the copy ofGuide to Getting It On which she had been thumbing through all morning. Ellie got down off the ladder and walked over to look over Isabella’s shoulder. She giggled knowingly when she saw that Isabella was paging through a chapter titled “Up Your Bum–Anal Sex”. Isabella’s face flushed, but she returned Ellie’s gaze with a warm smile.
Isabella was increasingly fixated on butts, we knew. She was particularly fond of Ellie’s, and it was difficult to blame her. Ellie’s butt was perfectly round, firm, and well-toned- that of an athlete or at least a former athlete. For such a thin girl it was surprisingly ample- definitely more than a handful, and unspeakably fun to hold on to while we were fucking. Isabella’s interest went deeper, so to speak. Early in our friendship, long before the three of us had started sleeping together and even before we lived together, the three of us had discussed masturbation in great detail. Isabella had stunned us by describing her fondness for putting her thumb in her ass just when she felt she was about to finish, intensifying her orgasm. Afterwards I had gone home and tried this myself, to middling results.
“Have you ever done anal?” Isabella had once asked both of us during one of our afternoon confessionals. I said that I hadn’t.
“Once,” Ellie said. She didn’t elaborate immediately, but Isabella waited questioningly. “Well,” said Ellie, “there’s no such thing as too much lube.” She sounded like an instructional video, but there had been a barely perceptible fındıkzade escort note of resignation in her voice. But she added “I would do it again, though. I think maybe I would like it more the second time.” The implication hung in the air between the three of us. Isabella had clearly kept this information in mind.
Presently, Isabella closedGuide to Getting It On and put it back in its hiding place. Then she told us what she wanted. Isabella wanted to get fucked in the ass, this much we knew already. But she wasn’t quite ready for that yet, and anyway what she really wanted was to watch. She wanted to watch anal sex, up close and personal, and specifically she wanted to watch Ellie’s ass get fucked. Thus did we enter her plans. She wanted to fully participate in the foreplay-the copious preparation she assured us would need to be done, per her research. But, when it came time for the main event, she wanted to be able to sit back and watch it unfold. Also, she wanted me to climax inside–that part was essential to her enjoyment, she said.
Our ménage à trois had two major rules: anyone could request anything, and any one of us could veto an activity, whether it be before or during, with no questions asked. These rules were essential and on occasion one of us had felt safe and trusting enough to draw a boundary around something. In this case, though, I think I could sense that my and Ellie’s interests were instantaneously aroused by Isabella’s wish list. Rarely did she make such direct and explicit requests, and something about her frankness was turning us on. Thus, Ellie was to relinquish her usual modicum of control, which was novel and carried its own excitement. She and I would have to obey Isabella’s every dictation.
I felt nervous but very excited. When the night finally arrived, we all three became pleasantly tipsy with whatever wine we could afford. Ellie lay completely naked on her bed, face down, legs relaxed, as Isabella massaged her with oil. Relaxation was crucial, Isabella told us. Isabella was clad in her preferred hang-out attire of oversized T-shirt and boy-shorts. I was sitting at Ellie’s desk, naked except for boxer shorts, watching as the massage turned more and more sensual. Isabella kissed every inch of Ellie’s neck, then shoulder blades, then back. She worked her way lower and lower with her tongue, and I felt my cock begin to press against my underwear. Ellie raised her hips, lifting her ass ever so slightly into the air, and Isabella moved as slowly as she could manage, in her eagerness, to bury her face between Ellie’s perfect cheeks. Both girls moaned and writhed. Isabella moved her hand between her own legs, rubbing herself beneath her underwear. Without even realizing it I had begun to slowly and deliberately stroke myself over my shorts.
After a few minutes, Isabella came up for air aksaray escort and reached for a tube of water-based lubricant at the foot of Ellie’s bed. Ellie glanced over at me lasciviously, and beckoned me to join them. Isabella poured the lube onto her hands and rubbed them together, warming it up before applying it liberally (“there’s no such thing as too much lube!”) to Ellie’s asshole. I slipped my boxer shorts off, all the while still touching myself, and approached. Isabella gingerly took my cock in her hands and squirted the lube directly on me. It was cold, but the contrast was pleasing as Isabella massaged it all over the length of my shaft. Ellie raised her knees up until her opening was level with my cock as I knelt. Isabella, now masturbating herself in earnest, moved over to the desk chair so that she could watch us.
I placed my cock between Ellie’s ass cheeks, rubbing it back and forth, teasing. Ellie put a hand on each side and spread them apart, revealing her perfect, pink asshole, glistening. “Do it,” Isabella panted from her perch. “Fuck her in the ass…” she said like it was an incantation. I pressed the head of my penis against Ellie’s asshole and she softly moaned.
“Okay,” Ellie said breathily. “I’m ready.”
I pushed forward very gently, very slowly. Ellie exhaled. I felt a slight resistance as I began to enter her, but once my head was inside then the rest of my cock glided in with surprising ease. The feeling was electric. The pressure around my cock was incredible. This was tighter than any pussy I’d ever felt, and there was a slight feeling of suction, almost like I was being sucked off at the same time. The feeling was so incredible that I feared I would lose control and cum after only a few seconds. But I regained my composure and began to slowly push and pull halfway in and out, mitigating my incredible lust just enough to fuck Ellie gently. Isabella, meanwhile, had a bladed hand inside her boy shorts and was aggressively massaging her clit. After a few minutes or so, as mine and Ellie’s pace quickened, Isabella stood up and stripped herself naked. She sat back down on the chair and spread her legs wide. She rubbed her pussy with her right hand while massaging her enormous, brown breasts with her right, moaning softly and murmuring affirmatives. She squeezed her eyes shut and increased her rubbing speed to a fever pitch, yelping as her first orgasm overtook her.
Isabella quivered and shook as the waves of pleasure became smaller and less frequent. When she could speak again, she leaned forward, twinkle in her eye, and told me to pull out so that Ellie could get on her back. I obliged, carefully extracting my pulsating cock from Ellie’s incredibly tight little ass. Ellie moaned with pleasure at feeling me slide out of her. She grabbed the lube again as she turned over on to her back. She put her eyüp escort legs up, lifting her hips so that she could rub more lube into her exposed asshole. Then, legs still in air, she tossed me the lube so that I could do the same. Eagerly I rubbed it all over my cock before grabbed hold of myself and guided my way back in. Somehow, entering Ellie this way was yet another new feeling. Again I slid in as slowly as I could, with Ellie guiding me inside. Her labia were slick with arousal and lubricant as well. The air in the room smelled heavy with sweat and sex. I began to fuck Ellie again, baring down with her legs practically resting on my shoulders. Ellie reached her right hand down and began rubbing her clitoris in time with our thrusting. Isabella was sitting in the chair, legs spread as wide as she could with one hand on her pussy and the other behind her, no doubt ready to finger her own ass at the moment of climax. It was all getting to be too much for me, so I was grateful when Isabella pulled the trigger.
“Are you ready, Josh?” she said. “Are you ready to cum in her ass?”
“Oh, fuck yes,” I managed. I increased my speed, plunging as deep as I could into Ellie’s ass. Ellie kept rubbing herself and I felt the warm, thick liquid pooling around both of our crotches. “Fuck yes, I’m cumming, I’m CUMMING” I practically yelled. And I did. I slid fully in one final time, and my mind and consciousness completely dissipated for that glorious moment just before my cock involuntarily spasmed over and over and over. Four times, five times, until I was finally finished, quivering with total ecstasy. I felt as if there was no sound in the room and my field of vision shrank around the edges.
As I came back to myself, utterly spent with what must have been the best orgasm of my life, I saw that Isabella cumming too, thumb wedged firmly in her asshole. She was back to furiously rubbing her pussy, this time with the accompanying sounds of wetness as she ejaculated. My cock still inside of her, Ellie was clearly getting close herself. As her waves of orgasm began crashing, her sphincter muscles contracted with such force that my cock, growing softer, slid right out of her and I fell onto the bed next to her. All three of us started laughing with ecstasy.
Ellie was the first to shower and, unusually, she did not allow us in to accompany her. Lightly stepping towards the bathroom she said “I don’t… know what’s gonna happen…” she explained, referring to the expulsion of the massive cream pie I had deposited in her, we guessed. “Maybe next time,” she said with an uncharacteristic shyness. We had crossed a new threshold together, a new first for all of us, and for all of our shared experimentation there was still new ground to cover, it seemed. Isabella strode naked into the kitchen to wash her hands and I followed. We heard the shower start and Ellie opened the door to the bathroom invitingly. Isabella went in and sat on the toilet, peeing contentedly as I got into the shower with Ellie to wash off the many residuals from the evening. Isabella looked ultra-satisfied. But I knew she would want to take a much more hands-on approach next time. I found myself already fantasizing about it, barely recovered from the first time.