Pleaser (MMF fantasy), Part 2 of 3

Continued from Part 1

Your fingers nudge over his thigh, tentatively exploring, until they reach the edge of his shorts. You hesitate for only a moment before pressing your palm against him and sliding it up his shorts. Your eyes widen when it becomes clear that he is not wearing anything underneath, and before you realise your fingers have wrapped around a warm, throbbing cock. His skin is hot and smooth and pulsing.

He exhales just slightly at your touch, but he remains still, letting you take control. For a second you are overtaken by the sensation of holding him in one hand while feeling me press against you elsewhere. Your brain is stumbling over the maths of two rock hard cocks, both wanting you simultaneously.

You rise from my lap, guiding me with you, your fingers lacing through mine. I let you lead, let you position me standing in front of you as you take my spot on the couch, and resume your grip on his cock.

Your hands move instinctively, pressing your palm against the rigid outline of my cock, feeling the pulse of it, the weight of it in your grasp. With a teasing flick of your fingers, you slip them beneath the waistband of my underwear, dragging them down slowly but firmly. And then — release.

My cock springs free, slapping against my stomach, still glistening slightly from where you’d been grinding against me. A slow smile passes your lips, and even he — still watching — lets out the faintest sound of approval. Whether it’s for me or for you, who can tell.

You grip me in both hands, alternating slow strokes from the base to the tip, testing my firmness and rigidity. I couldn’t possibly be any harder.

After our slow tease your speed takes me by surprise — without a word, you lean in, your breath warm and teasing just before your lips part and you take me into your mouth. The sensation is instant, overwhelming. My head falls back, a groan slipping past my lips as your tongue swirls, your mouth enveloping me with slow, deliberate pressure. My hand placed gently on your head, I give your hair the gentlest of squeezes.

As you continue to move your mouth back and forth, he mirrors your movement, his hand finally making contact with you, pressing against the small of your back. Just a light touch — tentative, exploratory at first, and when you moan with pleasure he takes the cue to take it further.

His hands explore you hungrily — gliding over your breasts, teasing your nipples through the sheer fabric of your bra, tracing the curves of your body and feeling your goosebumps rise. He moves lower, fingertips trailing down your thighs, feeling the heat radiating from between them. And then, finally, he nudges against your underwear, pressing against the undeniable wetness there, a beacon of pleasure and acknowledgment of just how ready you are.

Your hand is still wrapped around him, stroking steadily, and he mirrors your movements, shifting closer. But before you let things escalate, there’s something you want first.

You pull your hand away and prompt him to stand. Without hesitation, you strip him of his shorts, wasting no time in unveiling him fully. And for a fleeting moment, there’s something almost amusing about the sight — two naked men before you, side by side, both hard and waiting, cocks standing at attention in your direction.

It’s your first time seeing his penis, and you take it in — the striking similarities, the familiar yet thrilling newness. There’s no need to compare, no need to choose. They’re both yours tonight.

With a firm grip, you take us both in hand, stroking in tandem, feeling the power of two men at your disposal. For a second, you toy with the idea of dropping to your knees, taking us both into your mouth, but there’s not enough in that for you.

You rise to stand between us, pressing your body between ours, and the feeling is overwhelming — warm, solid, electric. I kiss you deeply, my hands roaming over your back and down to your ass, my happy place. At the same time, his hands move to your chest, cupping your breasts, fingertips grazing your nipples, already stiff with anticipation.

Emboldened, his fingers find the clasp of your bra and undo it effortlessly. The fabric falls away, and with barely a pause, his mouth is on you, lips wrapping around your nipple as you cradle the back of his head, pressing him closer.

I drop lower, kissing down your stomach, hands guiding your hips as I kneel before you. I hook my fingers into your underwear and begin sliding them down, revealing you inch by inch. The moment you are bare, my hands return to your body — fingers caress the roundness of your ass in a worshipping touch. I am enjoying the spectacle of your expertly neatly trimmed pubic hair, and waste no time in planting a series of kisses on your thighs, reaching your vulva in only two or three steps.

You’re utterly exposed, and the feeling of us pressed against you — his lips teasing your breasts, my breath hot against your vulva — is overwhelming in the best possible way.

You are hot and wet, slippery in an otherworldly way, and you let out a loud moan. He is still working on your nipples and you are relishing the multiple sensations. I plunge my tongue deep and your taste is incredible, I am licking and nudging your clit, and where my hands are still on your bum I can feel you tensing and pushing into me. The moment my mouth finds your clit, you let out a deep, shuddering moan, your body arching instinctively, caught between the two of us, every nerve alight with pleasure.

He continues his devotion to your breasts, sucking and teasing with his lips, while my hands tighten around your hips, anchoring you as I lose myself in the taste of you. You’re trembling, overwhelmed, lost in the sheer ecstasy of being touched, kissed, worshipped from every angle.

We are lost in the rhythm of each other, bodies entwined. He moves behind you, pressing firm against your back, his cock nestled between the curves of your ass. His kisses your neck an his hands are gliding over your body — cupping your breasts, teasing your nipples between his fingers. I am still knelt before you, my mouth devoted to your pleasure, tongue moving in deep, deliberate strokes, flicking and circling your clit, drinking in the sounds you make.

Sensing your need for more, I rise and take your hand, leading you to the bedroom, him trailing close behind, his cock swaying with every eager step.

Continued in Part 3