External Link/Members OnlyExternal Link/Members OnlySo I get this apartment. Kitchen, bedroom, bathroom. Central London. £100. And await the girls’ arrival. The deal is that Lily and I are going to enjoy using Lindsey, the sub. In pre-session texts, so much is clear. Lily and I are going to make out together while Lindsey, tied to the bed, has to watch. We will tease her, playing with each other, until we finally, and at our leisure, start to work on Lindsey. Whom we will abuse and ruin at our whim and pleasure.
Scenario: clear. Girls: confirmed. Prosecco: in the fridge. Money: enveloped. Anal hook: no doubt.
So nothing could go wrong, right?
Well: the thing with BDSM, I think, is that you have to be able to follow an overarching script. And you have to be very disciplined about this. You need, that is, to be a committed performer. And you have to be very self-conscious about your desires. You have to be serious. As a congenital improviser, I suspect I am constitutionally averse to following a script. Which probably means that I am fated to fail even the entry-level Dom exam. There’s nobody less sensitive to irony than a guy with a Raging Hard On: however, if your hard on isn’t QUITE raging you start to look eversoslightly askance at what you’re doing and can see it as…well, a bit daft. This was a phenomenal session but for whatever reason I found myself happily giggling several times and that meant, probably, that this was the best gfe threesome I’ve ever had rather than another chapter in The Ruination Of Lindsey. (Though she was – typically – kind enough to refer to it as such in her next morning’s text.)
Lindsey arrived early (the apartment was virtually over the road from her work, apparently) and and needed a shower. I wanted to start with her in her work clothes because I thought the idea of her turning up to work with her clothes partly streaked in pre-cum was a hot one and wanked my cock over/with them accordingly. Lindsey, I hope, enjoyed this but also said that she was minging from work – she absolutely wasn’t – and needed the shower.
A five-minute shower and she emerged in a wrap-round towel and then, having changed into her string-like bra and pants, made herself up in the mirror. I sat across the room and slowly wanked my cock, watching. Something wonderful about the self-preoccupation of a girl doing her make-up: you’re both included (you’re watching and wanking) and totally excluded (by the necessarily total self-preoccupation). I felt a bit of an intruder into a private space. A girl making up – why on earth do you have to do that thing with your hair? Your hair is beautiful. Because I’m a girl. Ok... - is worth a review in itself. Preparing a face to meet the faces that you meet. I’m flattered but know I can’t touch her during this toilette. I feel a bit bad about wanking, actually. Fold my cock back into my pants. It occurs to me I’m watching a transition that by rights needed to occur offstage, and my arousal needs to happen in the public space – that is, after the face and hair have been made presentable.
When Lindsey feels she is presentable she comes over. We kiss and I run my hands all over her and feel that the cock can be unfolded. It is. And I know Lindsey wants it down her throat so without much ado we go into some heavy and protracted face-and-throat fucking. I’m lost in this. Have been waiting for it for days. So… I completely forget that Lily is going to text us when she’s outside. I check my phone and, on the dot (5 minutes previously) she’s outside and is now sending “are you alive?” type texts. Fuck! I go down and there she is, sitting in the evening sunshine on a bollard, and she breaks into a smile of recognition. I apologise for being late, we go in.
Greetings, money, energy. Lily needs to have a shower and disappears and so Lindsey kneels again to take my cock. I very much want Lily to emerge from the bathroom while I, naked, am fucking Lindsey’s mouth as she kneels in front of me. And this is exactly what happens. Lily rolls with it and says something like “whoa so that little slut is taking all your cock hmmm?” and comes to join us. We haven’t kissed so now we do. I cannot easily say how much pleasure that single, sustained, moment gave me. Lily’s acceptance of Lindsey gagging on my cock and sashaying over for a welcoming snog; her leaning over to spit into Lindsey’s mouth with me; her joining me to force Lindsey on my cock to the uttermost; my peeling down her top to suck on her lovely tits. I just wanted to keep on fucking Lindsey’s mouth while Lily and I took our time to snog deeply, and laugh, not maliciously but in a now-isn’t-this-nice way.
So we’re already off-script. Lily gets Lindsey to lick her out as I stand there and kiss her and her lovely tits. So there’s a period of Lindsey moving back and forth between Lily’s pussy and my cock with us both slapping her face and spitting in her mouth whenever we feel like it. So there’s a weird mix of GFE from the waist up and quasi PSE down below.
Then logistics kick in. And that kind’ve tickles me. For a start, who’s going to insert the anal hook? Some indecision there, and I forget in the end who did it. But even picking the fucking thing up, with it lumpily falling off the table is sort of funny. Eventually it’s in and I’m vigorously pulling on it while Lily, perhaps – it’s all a bit of a blur – kisses Lindsey who’s moaning in time to my yanks. I sortve think that Lily should be holding the chain and doing the fucking of Lindsey’s arse while I’m fucking her cunt. I mean she’s nearer the handle. But that doesn’t happen. I also think: “I am pulling VERY hard on this thing. Is that ok?”
So we move to the bed. I tell Lindsey I want her head over the side of the bed so I can face fuck her as hard as possible, and she keenly drapes herself accordingly to accept my cock. I have no memory of what Lily is doing during this bit. I just really like forcing my cock down Lindsey’s throat. Perhaps Lily and I deep kiss while I’m doing this.
Some time later I am fucking Lindsey while she is eating out Lily. Then I am licking a very responsive Lily’s pussy while Lindsey is voraciously rimming me. No-one has ever loved my arse as gorgeously, as deeply, as hungrily, as this girl. (Maybe it’s because, as Lily after a light slap says later I’ve a “cute butt”. Oh girls!) This felt like the sexual equivalent of running down a dream in a new Rolls Royce, on a sunny day, on the open road. With Blonde on Blonde on the ipod. In a parallel universe where Labour had won the last election. The GFE version of a PSE, maybe.
I move up on the bed to kiss Lily some more. She’s beamingly smiling which – according to the script – a self-respecting dom should never do (I guess). But she’s happy, which is a good thing, surely, and so she says “I think you need to fuck me, right?” and that is nothing less less the truth. “What about me?” pines Lindsey. So the script can kick in “Who cares about you? Go away!” So we push and lightly kick her away. The grown ups need to fuck: go away little girl.
So Lily and I do The Thing. It’s cowgirl, and it’s very very good and prolonged. “Do you notice I’m tightening my pussy?” she asks me and indeed I do, varying the pace and force of the fucking as the mood strikes me. Lindsey, chastened, lies next to me so we can both look up at Lily as she rides me.
“Don’t you think Lily has the most amazing shoulders?” I ask. Only because she does.
“They’re so erotic.”
I am about as far away from Domspace as it’s possible to be. At some point (later? Earlier? I don’t know) Lindsey, no doubt understandably needing a re-run of her seminal (in so many ways) encounter with Cisco, wanted me to fuck her in the arse while she had the hook in. Not my scene that night, sadly. Cock says no.
So the script had been thrown out, we were lost in a totally free space which was neither PSE or GFE or any other acronym.
But there was an issue about coming. I’d practised titanic self-restraint thus far, and my reward was, at some point, to lose wood. And given that spunking is, at bottom, why us three grown-ups had met in the first place, the absence of gloop could well have been a concern. So I reassured the girls that it was just that I was old, and probably gay, and everything was absolutely ok and we should just chill out on the bed and shoot the breeze. They reckoned that I was probably not gay, not really, and when I started to opine that I wasn’t really clear why I was doing this they both cut me off with one voice (no really) to say “O no! You say this every time!” Apparently with both of them, at some point, I turn into Woody Allen.
It was like a 60s French film, this bit. Older guy lies between deux fillettes magnifiques and nous disons about la vie, l’amour, les complications de one’s identite sexuelle (qui est normal apres tout?), le scene, la difference entre le scene et la vie ordinaire. And there was lots of gentle, slow, (very, naturally) french kissing and nipple loving. I particularly enjoyed Lily’s biting my nipples, and both of them running their hands over my chest hair and agreeing that shaven men don’t really work for them. Balls? They’re ok, apparently. Lindsey is a keen practitioner of tea-bagging she was keen for me to understand, and Lily’s stroking of my ballsack was all the proof I needed that scrota [scrotae?] held absolutely no fear for her.
But we did all cum, and in interesting ways.
1)Lindsey.
During my detumescent phase, Lily and I were of one mind that Lindsey nevertheless deserved an orgasm. So she (Lily) moved off the bed to strap-on up. It’s taking a bloody long time, I complain. “There’s a helluva lot of things to strap up, with a strap-on” I was reminded. But anyway. So, I'm lying on the bed, holding Lindsey while Lily enters her arse. I think Lindsey herself was also applying the doxy. Lily was also expertly finger-fucking Lindsey’s cunt. I really shouldn’t say this, but at some point in the process I leant over Lindsey’s shoulder to give Lily a cheesy wave as she ploughed her partner. Because, whilst all this was going on, I’d had a Proustian moment in which the buzzing of the doxy had reminded me of the exactly similar noise my uncle’s hair- trimmer had made when he’d cut my hair, as an 8 year-old. This struck me, in context, as somewhat incongruous. Sorry.
Lindsey came very hard, and was fulsome in her gratitude, not having cum for – she said – 4 days. Obviously Lily’s combined expertise with fingers and the strap-on may have had something to do with Lindsey’s ultimate satisfaction, but I’m absolutely convinced that being gently held by grey-haired detumescent me was actually pivotal in pushing her over the edge.
2)Lily
I was a bit more directly involved this time. Ok so fuck it I was suckling her left tit. And it was clear that this was A Good Thing To Do. Sucking, flicking, whole breast in mouth, closing my teeth around the nipple. (Maybe I’m not really gay after all?) I think Lily was masturbating at the same time (well she must have been, or maybe Lindsay was fingering her), but I don’t know because my attention was entirely on, as I say, that beautiful left tit. So Lindsey joins in. On the other one. And Lily’s enthusiasm significantly increases. It becomes absolutely clear that if we’re going to push Lily over the edge we have to keep doing exactly what we’re doing now. Lindsey, always one for ramping up the possibilities of pleasure, joins me on the left breast. O dear me that was nice but – “no no go back to the other one!” So, well instructed, Lindsey returns her attentions to Lily’s right hand breast, which is frankly not unarousing to watch. The cat that got the cream. And so, doing as much and as variously to each nipple as we know how, we have a fantastic time making Lily cum.
I will take to my grave looking over and watching Lindsey on Lily’s breast, doing the same myself. Lovely and hot, hot and lovely, delicate, insistent, strong, driving Lily to her release.
3)Me
I was so turned on by Lily’s orgasm that I wanted to spunk over her tits and have Lindsey lick it up. And almost made it, but didn’t. “O but you’re so nearly there” says Lily, and she was right. In the end it was Lindsey lying next to my cock and Lily’s talk that led to my release: several, rather heavy jets of spunk all over Lindsey’s delicate hungry face and in her mouth. Very appreciative commentary on the bulk and extent from Lily. (Well I try my best ma'am.)They snowballed my spunk tenderly and I was interested in the taste. I have sweet spunk, apparently.
So, you know – I failed the Dom Exam. But I believe we had a most splendid time nevertheless.