0 comments/ 82709 views/ 6 favorites Playing with Friends By: tazmanuk Nothing on the telly, so .... My formative years were fairly dull in sexual terms. There were a few typical childhood games - 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours' etc, but nothing more. My home was not the sort where we wandered about naked in the house - not that there was any big deal over it - just that no-one did it! I suppose then that my interest in playing strip poker is nothing more than a slight twist on most people's fantasies of being naked with a group of people - a fantasy some fulfil and others shy away from as soon as the opportunity arises (or maybe it's the arising that puts some guys off!). I had played a couple of one on one strip card games with girls, but they were more an aid to seduction than anything. Looking back, it would probably have been just as easy to get them naked with flowers and romantic fumblings - they were willing enough - but I guess the sense of fun in the game inspired me. Most of these games got to the point of us both being naked and just moved directly into sex - a means to an end. So by the age of 21, I was a fairly open minded student, but with no great record of public exposure. Until that one night in March. We were all students, and so had no money. We had bought several bottles of very cheap wine, enjoyed a meal and were relaxing with soft rock music in the background, joss sticks smouldering and low lighting sitting in a bedsit which had never been designed for four adults to sit in close proximity. With me was a girl with whom I had always got on well. We enjoyed each others company and often got together for sex on a fairly casual basis. It was understood that this was not a permanent relationship - we just liked each others company and felt good together. In time, we would find people for more permanent attachments - but this was the 1980s - and we were young. The other couple had been partners for some time. Both were very easy going and though they were close, there was always the feeling that one day, one of them would have to stop being an old hippy and grow up. In fact, she eventually joined the police force - it split them forever. We sat around chatting, joking, brushing against each other in the confined space and getting slightly high on the wine and the atmosphere. Steph (my companion) had been idly flicking and shuffling the pack of cards I kept on my bedside table - she was one of those irritating people who seems able to manipulate cards as thought they are glued to her hands. As conversation waned, the rest of us became mesmerised by her dexterity. Chris was the first to comment - 'You've done that before - pass them here.' Steph handed them over, and Chris began to let cards stream across the gap between his hands, shuffled them seamlessly, split the pack and picked two aces off the top. It was impressive - and very cool. Belinda looked up. 'He sits doing that for hours. It's all he can do. If he could do anything else we wouldn't always be so bloody short of money.' 'Not fair', said Chris - 'I'm a bloody great card player. Anyone fancy a few hands? Got some matches over there - I'll prove it.' My silence throughout this may be noticeable. I have no pretensions of being a great card player, but I will go along with the group. So long as I wasn't going to lose the money which I didn't have - that was fine. So cards were dealt. Chris gradually proved his point - he was winning easily, and soon had quite a collection of matches in front of him. The girls decided coffee was needed, and while Steph went to the kitchen, Belinda visited the bathroom. Chris looked across at me. 'Well - what do you reckon? We know we can beat them - d'you reckon they might want to play for clothes after losing all the matches?.' My stomach did a small somersault. Both girls were attractive and vivacious - it would be good to see them naked - but there was always the risk of losing. But if I lost - so what - I am told that I have nothing to ashamed of in that department, and Steph had seen it all before anyway. I smiled and Chris got up and left the room. Clearly he needed to agree this with Belinda first - then she would sort it out with Steph. A few minutes later, they all returned with big grins, making it clear that it was 'Game On.' 'Ok - simple rules - we start again with the matches. If anyone wants to withdraw, that's fine - but they have to leave the room till the others finish the game. Once you run out of matches, it's 5 matches for one item of clothing. Shoes and socks count as one item.' Steph seemed to know the script! 'And when someone's naked?' I asked with trepidation. 'Forfeits of course - or they can go withdraw and go downstairs' I was relieved we could leave at any point. I felt that the girls would probably be willing to go to their underwear, but no further - both were quite shy by nature - Chris and I would probably go naked, but nothing else - and strategic hand placement would cover us up anyway! The matches were distributed and the cards dealt. We carried on drinking and over the next half hour or so, my pile of matches began to disappear - as did Steph's and Belinda's. Chris was good. We kept drinking and laughing - who would be first to lose something, was it fair that the girls had so much more of interest than the lads? In fairness, they had a good point. Steph had ample breasts, with large, well defined, dark nipples which became prominently erect as she got excited or cold (at that time, I had a quick look - maybe she was cold - but I thought not!). Belinda's breasts were small, but I guessed they were well formed. I had never seen them before. Looking down, I noticed I was onto my last few matches. Steph likewise had only 3 left, while Belinda had 5. The moment of truth was arriving. I placed my last match in the centre, knowing that a pair of kings may just save me. It didn't. Steph gleefully showed her three 4s and claimed the matches. Belinda and I were in trouble. Even Steph's win offered no security. However, time was on my side - I could lose shoes and socks before revealing any flesh - even a t-shirt was hardly a problem. I lost. Off came my shoes, but Belinda had almost caught me up - she would be losing her clothes next. Her bra provided an extra layer, but I knew this was not substantial as I had made a careful examination of her firm tits as they wobbled beneath the flimsy t-shirt. Another hand, another defeat. I removed my socks and Belinda lost her shoes. Chris kept winning - though he was decidedly drunk by now. And Steph would be joining the strippers if she didn't win the next hand. Steph dealt the cards. I looked at the pair of 6s and knew I was about to lose my shirt. Belinda looked at me with hungry eyes. She and Steph looked at each other, then at me. Both began to giggle - partly with nerves and partly because of drink. Chris noticed nothing I think. The affects of the alcohol seemed to be making themselves felt. This time Belinda won. Clothes could not be reclaimed, so she had a few more matches to play with. Steph casually slipped off her trainers without undoing the laces and looked at me. 'T-shirt!' she said. Maybe my face was giving me away, as both girls started to laugh. 'Surely you're not frightened to take off a t-shirt' giggled Belinda. Of course I wasn't. But in the circumstances, it felt quite a revealing move. I looked from one to the other, made my decision and pulled the t-shirt up. Sod's law dictates that it had to get stuck on my ears, and I had to contort myself into all sorts of positions to escape as the girls giggled helplessly. Finally, hair askew, I sat in just my jeans and boxers - wishing I had worn a little more - and that what I was wearing had been a little sexier. 'Next hand', said Steph. 'Chris?' But it was no good. The wine had taken its toll. Chris was fast asleep. Between us, we half carried, half dragged him into the next room and put him on the sofa. End of game. We couldn't carry on now with the odds so stacked. But my hopes were dashed. 'OK. Let's play. Shall we forget the matches now? Low hand loses.' Steph wanted to get the game over quickly. 'Good idea', said Belinda, 'Let's see what two girls can do with one naked man.' I had no choice really, and the cards were dealt again. I looked at my feeble pair of 9s and hoped it would be enough. The next 3 cards did nothing to help. Steph laid her hand out to show 2 pairs - 3s and 8s. Belinda smiled: 'Oh dear.' She laid down her hand - a pair of queens. 'Lose the jeans', she grinned. I looked from one to the other. I knew I was starting to get an erection. More just a swelling than a full blown hard on at this stage, but enough to inflate the front of my boxers. I undid the button, then the zip. I slid my jeans down my legs, crossing my legs again quickly to hide my growing embarrassment. In five minutes, I could be naked with 2 fully dressed girls. The next hand was dealt. Again, just a pair - Aces this time. Hope was high! I drew three new cards. Another pair - 2s this time. I was safe. Steph laid down her hand, and alump came to my throat. She had three 3s. Belinda started to laugh, and laid down ... a flush. My heart sank,and my stomach fluttered as if butterflies were dancing a tango in it. My boxers were history. I contorted myself into a position where I could slip them off without showing my very evident excitement, but I know they got quite a good look. I settled again, all decently covered - but still naked. 'OK' said Steph, 'forfeits now - are you ready?.' I nodded as my throat was too dry to say anything - I wasn't going to back out. Luck had to change. It did. Belinda and Steph started to lose, and soon both were in their underwear. It was quite a sight - Steph's dark hair setting off her ample breasts and pale skin in the candle light, while the blonde Belinda's body was magnificently set off by her black matching underwear. I felt confident now - this winning streak was going to carry on. I looked at my next hand. Pair of 4s. It would do. I drew 3 and still had nothing to add. This time I was in trouble. Steph laid down a pair of 9s, while Belinda had a pair of kings. It was forfeit time. The girls leaned together and whispered, appearing to finally reach a decision. 'OK', said Belinda, 'stand up.' I obliged, my hands still covering my semi-erect member. 'Now', said Belinda, ' you are going to stroke yourself until that thing is rock hard. Then you're going to play the next hand standing there with your cock in your hand.' I suppose I could have run there and then. But I didn't. I started to stroke myself, getting bigger and harder by the second. Both girls made approving noises as I reached full hardness, and the cards were dealt again. This time, Belinda lost, and finally I would get to see her tits. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, lifting it away quickly to expose those small mounds which I had so often admired. Her nipples were that beautiful translucent pink which so many blonde haired girls have. They were small and wrinkled, but erect. If possible, I became even harder than I already was. The next hand was dealt as I sat down again, somewhat clumsily due to the large protrusion sticking into my stomach. I was lucky again. This time Belinda lost again. Confidently she stood up as Steph and I looked at her. Steph seemed as fascinated as I was as Belinda slipped her fingers into the waist band of her black panties. She slid them down her legs to reveal a thin downy hair, which clearly showed her to be a natural blonde. Her pouting lips were clearly visible, and I suspected I could see glistening moisture on them in the flickering light. 'You like?' she asked, twirling so that we could see her perfectly rounded buttocks as well. She only had to look at me to see my approval, and the moist stain on Steph's panties was more than a hint. Steph hesitated. 'Tell you what', she said, 'It's half past 2 now. Let's make this last hand. Winners take all. One last big forfeit, decided by those with the best hands.' And so it was agreed. Cards were dealt. I looked nervously at my hand, seeing nothing but queen high. I had 3 spades, but a flush was asking too much. I kept the queen and drew 4. It was an improvement. Ace high. I might be in luck. I wasn't. The two girls leaned close together, and began to whisper, glancing at me and giggling, their eyes bright as they sensed my discomfort. 'We're going to blindfold you', said Steph, 'then we're going to lie you on the bed and do exactly what we want with your body. And that's just the first part.' My eyes were covered and I lay back. I felt four hands start to touch me. On my legs, my chest, my neck. Everywhere except my penis, which was close to bursting now. I felt pressure on my chest and a draught across my face as my arms were pinned at the shoulders. I felt the rough, familiar texture of pubic hair on my face, and a voice say 'Lick me.' My tongue darted in and out, finding the most sensitive parts of her feminine area. I smelt the musky sweetness of her secretions, which were flooding from her. Vaguely, from somewhere above, I heard the moaning gasps as she approached orgasm, and felt her eager fingers join my tongue as she rubbed her clitoris. Suddenly I could breath again. Until my breath was ripped from me by a sharp, stinging sensation on my chest. Ice!! The giggling started again, as four hands rubbed ice over my entire body, making me shiver with desire and cold. They worked down from my chest, onto my stomach and lower, rubbing the length of my rock hard erection and down to my balls, making me draw them up as far as possible into my body. They went lower still. All the time, giggling and making small satisfied noises (I later found they had been stroking each other, and both had enjoyed several orgasms as a result of this bi-curious flirtation). I was about to protest that they were nearing a part of my body which is strictly no entry, when they stopped. But not for long. I almost shot through the ceiling as I felt the heat and pain which splashed directly onto my shaft. I know I cried out, because they laughed. After this first splash, there were more, each a burning agony and ecstacy until each splash congealed into a cold mass, tightening my skin. Candle wax. As erotic a sensation as can be imagined. To lie back, deprived of one sense, while others are stimulated to sensual peaks is incredible. At that point, they could have done anything with me. I wouldn't have cared if they had invited my family and friends to watch, taken pictures or left me in the public park till morning. I was totally in their hands. Suddenly, they stopped. 'Stay there', Steph said. I waited, listening to the shuffling sounds around me. 'OK - blindfold off.' I took off the cloth around my eyes and blinked as I got used to the light. Steph and Belinda sat looking at me. Both now fully clothed. I suddenly felt extremely vulnerable. 'Now stand up and jerk off.' 'You're joking', I said. 'No.' I looked from one implacable face to the other. Thinking about it, I think if I hadn't, my balls might have exploded with the tension. I stood and rubbed myself slowly. I speeded up, knowing this would not take long. I rubbed the entire length of my rigid shaft, my hand just touching the sensitive swollen head, which seemed engorged. My foreskin flickered back and forth as I felt the sensation growing and saw liquid begin to appear. I bent my knees slightly preparing to release, as my legs started to shake and my breaths shortened. I looked at the two girls, staring in absorbed fascination as the first spasm consumed me and my warm, creamy liquid ejaculated forwards onto the bed. I stopped pulling as each spasm released a slightly smaller quantity of semen, propelled to a lesser distance each time, leaving a soggy gelatinous mass on the bedsheets, soaking in as my penis twitched lower and lower. 'Wonderful', said Belinda, 'I always wanted to watch you do that. It was worth the wait. Now it's your turn to watch - until you're ready for some real action.' She turned and kissed Steph full on the lips, lifting her t-shirt to caress her breasts. Slowly the two girls undressed each other, kissing, fondling, groping. I was in for a long night. Thank goodness youth was on my side. I rose to the occasion several more times that night. Each time after this, however, my sperm was not wasted, as there was an eager mouth or vagina to receive it, only for it to be licked out by an equally eager third party. It was quite a night. But, as I said to Chris as he staggered back into the room the following morning to see three naked bodies on the bed: 'I'm saying nothing right now. You simply wouldn't believe it.' Playing with Friends Things don't always work out like you plan. I met Jessica through my friend Des. They'd dated for almost a year, but wound up breaking it off. They remained friends, though, and still did a lot of things together. One night he asked if I could pick her up from a concert and give her a lift home as he was going to crash at a friend's house afterwards. I did, and we hit things off, had a great time together, and soon found our way into each other's beds on a regular basis. I came out to her early on because I was starting to accept my own sexual preferences and I figured she had the right to know since she was obviously part of those preferences. Thing is, you never know how someone is going to react when you tell them you're bi. She took it very well, as in it made no difference to her. Looking back, it shouldn't have surprised me. Like I said, free spirit. I'd learn more about her own proclivities later, but she was the first girlfriend I ever had where we could both ogle hot guys and I'd feel no sense of shame about it. We both kind of grew into it and soon we found ourselves not only ogling, but talking. A gorgeous dude would wander by our table at the food court, we'd discuss what we'd do with him. The hows, the whys, and the planning would eventually work their magic and we'd have to find convenient places to relieve our worked up sexual frustrations! It was wonderful, but it couldn't really last for long. Jessica and I stayed close even after the relationship didn't work out. It was just one of those things where we knew we were going different directions to begin with, so there was no way we're going to end up in the same place. Nevertheless, we maintained a "friends with benefits" relationship because, let's face it, we both enjoyed each other's company both in and out of bed. I wasn't in a hurry for a new relationship. After all, I had a fantastic woman who called on me regularly for very personal favours. A few months later, I learned about Des's bisexuality. I was shocked! I'd known this guy for years and he never seemed the type. He always had a girlfriend and we'd talk at length about the finer points of pleasing women. One day, while chatting online, he just opens up. He'd been on a short trip to visit a friend in Seattle. I knew that. What I wasn't aware of was that he'd not only visited, but slept with, his friend. It went okay, and they planned to play some more later, but it wasn't a relationship more than a fun time in the bigger city. Since I had nothing to lose, I came out to him. He wasn't shocked, as I was, but he was surprised. Weirdly, he'd had a sort of, I don't know, "feeling" about me. I confessed another thing to him, something I'd only told Jessica. Sure, I'm bi, but up to then, I'd not had any experience with a guy. I wanted to, but no takers. There was a pause on the chat for a few minutes and he finally typed out "Well, I think you're kinda cute...." I smiled and invited him over for the afternoon and we wound up in bed together soon after. In some ways, being with Des was much better than my first time with Jessica as I'd learned some control and she'd taught me a few tricks that I could contribute. Granted, mad, passionate sex with a guy is a hell of a lot different than with a girl, but things managed to work out pretty well. We were both kind of nervous about telling Jessica about our relationship, but figured that we should. Des broke it to her before I did, and she was cool with it, far cooler than we thought she might be. I guess it never occurred to us that some women had certain things in common with guys. In other words, most guys like to watch two ladies get it on, some ladies like to watch two guys go at it. Made sense, if we'd bothered to think about it. As it happened, we all were hanging out one night in my basement. Des and Jessica were both over that night to watch some movies. I think we were digging on a Monty Python something or other. I'd pirated a massive cache of that stuff from the library since I went there on a pretty regular basis. Dubbing tapes was my second foray into the wonderful world of piracy just after cracking software on the Commodore 64. It always overjoyed me when I figured something out, and it made me just as happy that I could have my own copies of Monty Python's Flying Circus! In between bouts of laughing our asses off, I noticed Des and Jessica getting kind of friendly. Nothing serious, just her rubbing her hand up and down his thigh and him occasionally running his fingers through her hair. I've never been the jealous type and Des and I were never an official "thing" anyway. I'd watched more than a my fair share of pornography by this point in my life and I knew that I would love to watch two people having sex. After a couple of episodes, she was sitting on his lap and I'd moved from my chair to share the couch with them. In the middle of a sketch, I glanced over and saw Des's hand under Jessica's t-shirt, lightly rubbing her bare back. As things were building up to the Python's big punchline, I looked them over and said "Look, dude, if you're gonna feel her up on my couch, have the common courtesy to take her shirt off!" I meant it as a joke, but apparently Jessica took it as a challenge. She whisked her shirt off with a small giggle and remained on Des's lap, her top covered only by a simple white and pink bra. I'm not sure the look I had on my face when she did that. I would like to think it was a mixture of pleasant surprise and utter shock! Not one to pass up an opportunity, Des kept stroking her back and added some light kissing along her ribs and her nearest arm. I eased back against the armrest of the couch and took in the scene. Here were two good friends of mine, who coincidentally shared their bodies with me, and they were getting pretty intimate as I watched. It dawned on me that they had shared themselves with each other too. Each of us knew what the other was like in bed, there were no secrets. As my thoughts passed through my mind, I arose from my seat and joined them; Des sitting down, Jessica on his lap, and me kneeling on the floor in front of them. The great comedian Bill Hicks had a fantastic rant on how people should fuck artists. Artists are uninhibited, that's why they're artists. Artists are very much into life, sensation, sensuality, and spontaneity. So maybe it wasn't too much of a surprise that a musician/illustrator, a designer/sculptor, and an illustrator/poet might find something sensual and arousing to pass the evening. Des continued to lightly kiss Jessica's arms and side while I caressed and kissed her other side. I felt one of her hands in my hair, and I became slightly bolder, nipping at the small of her back. I wasn't sure how to handle Des, what with Jessica around. For all I knew, she was just being nice about watching two males. All I knew is that I wanted to touch Des and I figured she wasn't going to freak out too badly since she had her eyes closed most of the time. I ran my hand up his thigh and nibbled at the little parts of her side that spilled over the waistband of her jeans. Des's hand found mine and we linked, holding each other for a moment before I stood up, shut off the TV, and turned on the radio. I remember thinking about putting on a CD or something, but that would've taken time to find, figure out, and all that. I wanted to get back to my friends. Apparently, Des had gotten a little bolder himself and I lightly kicked Jessica's bra off the floor and into a corner as I returned to them. She had turned to better face him and he was licking and sucking on one of her pert nipples. Jessica has marvelous breasts graced with large aureole and sensitive nipples. She arched her back into his mouth and a soft gasp escaped her lips. Joining in, I supported her back with one hand while cupping her other breast and drawing the nipple between my lips. She audibly moaned at that and her hands grabbed our heads, both pulling us closer and bracing herself against us. She pulled Des away first and kissed him, her tongue mating with his moments before turning to kiss me. I was already fully aroused, but I wasn't in any hurry. Meanwhile, Des unbuttoned her pants and his hands cupped her ample buttcheeks, flesh on flesh. Jessica giggled a little and moved a little so he had better access. I trailed my fingers down his arms, kissing her body as I again sank to my knees. Des's jeans bulged and I knew that he had to be getting a little uncomfortable there. When she'd moved, Jessica had basically shifted to sitting on one of his legs, so with a furtive glance at both of them, I ran my hands along the waist of Des's jeans and unbuttoned them, easing down the zipper and finding that delightfully hard cock just throbbing under all of that pressure. Des smiled and wiggled a little so I could better get a handle on things. Jessica turned around, saw what I was doing, and sat there, almost transfixed. I don't know why I doubted her, because the look in her eyes as I stroked my friend belied almost animal hunger. "Callan?" she said, her voice just barely above a whisper. "When you two, you know, when you um...," she stammered "When you two played, did you..." I knew what she was asking, and I had a fair idea that she wanted to see something. I pulled at Des's pants and underwear, working them off a bit as best I could with her sitting on his leg. She stood up and I slid everything off, leaving him sitting on my couch, naked from the waist down. Jessica pulled her pants off as well, leaving her wearing only her panties. As she returned to the couch, I positioned myself between Des's legs, kissing him from his nipples, to his chest, to his tummy before finally going down on his beautiful, thick cock. Both of them gasped in quite delightful ways as I sucked on him. My tongue swirled around the head of his shaft before taking him as deep as I could. He moaned and his head fell back, inhaling and closing his eyes as I pleasured him. I loved the feel of him inside me, so intimate and so taboo, especially in my home town. Jessica watched, entranced as I pulled him from my mouth, licked the length, and then took him again while I cupped his balls. As his pleasure built, he grabbed my hair and gently met my downward rhythm with upward movements. I love to watch my lover as I give them pleasure and while Des's eyes were closed, Jessica's fingers were inside her panties, touching and rubbing and I wanted to taste her too. I sat her down next to Des and she quickly shed her underwear. I'd eaten her like this before and she knew what was coming. I pulled off my clothes and decided to try something new, since I didn't want to leave anyone out. Lifting one of her legs over my shoulders I kissed her pussy, licking around the lips and taking in a heady scent of desire. I kept one hand on Des and did my best to massage and stroke him as I tasted her. It was amazing, and my senses whirled. Des and Jessica were kissing each other while I pleasured both of them. I brought Jessica close, but not quite to the edge. I wanted one more thing. Kissing her thighs I stood up, pulling on their hands and leading them to one of the bedrooms. It had a full size bed in it, along with a nightstand containing a few condoms I'd picked up from Planned Parenthood. I knew one of them was just a standard, lubricated without the spermicide, type of thing. I pulled it out, opened it, and handed it to Des. By this time, I was totally without inhibitions, and I grabbed him by his long hair, pulled his head back and kissed him, then his neck, and then his ears. He groaned a little at the sensations and then I kissed Jessica, nipping at her sensitive earlobes and blowing slightly in her ears. I looked at Des again and said, "I want you to fuck her. I want you to fuck her from behind while I eat her." Turning again to Jessica, "Pretty lady, I want you on all fours, on top of me, and I want to make you quiver." She smiled, nodded, and I laid down on my back while she took her spot above me. Des slid the protection down his length and eased into her, filling her in one slow, smooth stroke. She groaned loudly enough that, for a minute, I was worried she'd wake my parents upstairs. He began to move, we all did. I had an amazing view as he worked his hips, riding her. As he fucked her, soft yet strong, my mouth closed over her clit, flicking it with my tongue and gently sucking it. Jessica groaned and then, to my surprise, found a way to cover the sounds. See, I was so busy being involved, I hadn't thought of myself. I was too busy having a good time. But when Jessica's warm mouth enveloped my own throbbing erection, I remembered that there were three of us here, and we finally found a great rhythm. Jessica worked me while I licked her while Des's hips sped up. My own moans and sighs joined theirs. Occasionally Des pulled out, to calm himself and make things last. Before sliding into her again, I'd take him, tasting her desire on his. We couldn't have been going at this for long. Jessica soon started to shudder, and her arms gave out, bring her to rest on top of me. I could feel that Des was probably getting close. He makes these awesome little grunts as he nears orgasm and his movements belied his proximity to the edge. Jessica, no longer making any noises louder than gasps, came on me and Des, releasing her pleasure and grinding herself into both of us. I knew Des wouldn't last much longer and, wetting my fingers from Jessica's desire I stroked and clutched at his sexy ass, working the tip of a finger inside. "Oh fucking Christ," was all he could say before a final thrust deep into Jessica and then almost literally quacking as he came, shooting hard and fast like he'd done with me, on me, and in me a few times before. It was a sensation I knew pretty well, and I envied Jessica getting to feel that right now. Still hard, Jessica moved off of me. I figured I'd have to finish myself, and didn't mind it a bit, but they had other plans. Flushed, Jessica stroked me while I laid back against the headboard. Meanwhile, Des watched for a bit and then dug through the nightstand drawer. I wasn't sure what he had in mind, and I didn't care all that much after Jessica again took me in her mouth. I knew from experience that my friends could roll from one orgasm onto the next, and it wasn't a huge surprise that they weren't quite done. Des disappeared for a few minutes to "clean up and be right back." My eyes closed, I felt closer to satiating my own desires when I felt Jessica's lips disappear to be replaced by strong hands rolling protection down my shaft. Using some KY, Des stroked me, covering me in the clear, slick gel. I wasn't sure how long I'd last with what he had in mind, but I didn't care. I wanted him and I wanted Jessica to watch me fuck my boyfriend. Apparently he did too and gently lowered himself down onto me. God he felt amazing, and after he accustomed himself to the sensation of being filled, he rocked against me. My hands grabbed his hips and I guided the motions as best I could. For a man who'd just had a shuddering orgasm, he rode me as if it was his first experience of the night. Jessica laid on her side, smiling as her two friends enjoyed each other. I kissed his nipples, licking and nibbling each one. He sped up, and I met him with every stroke. I'd made love to both of these people before. We'd had experiences that were soft, romantic, and very sultry. But now? Now I wanted to fuck him and fuck him hard. I stopped him for a moment and put him on his back, taking the lead and driving deep inside as he grunted with my thrusts. I felt myself drawing closer. I have no idea how long this lasted, maybe five minutes? Maybe twenty? Either way, I rolled up to the brink, and when I came it was amazing. Rocking against Des and shaking uncontrollably, I finally collapsed on top of him, breathless and completely satisfied. We cleaned up and fell asleep together in that bed, talking and caressing. We had other encounters, both with each other and all three together, but the first time was fantastic in its own right. I felt more alive from that moment on, not only because I'd had some incredible sex with two great friends, but because I felt vindicated. Everything I thought about myself was pretty close to the truth. I knew I was bi, and while I didn't need this kind of experience to prove it to myself once and for all, it certainly cemented the idea in my mind.