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(Sorry for the wait! And if you weren’t ‘waiting’, you might consider checking out the first half.)

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By now, Hannah had started to, at an incredibly slow rate, push her mouth past my plumped up cockhead and onto the actual shaft of my dick. I had never experienced a girl focusing so much of her energy on just the head of my cock, I almost forgot there was more dick to be sucked. But alas, she had only just begun.

Ever slowly, I felt my cock being swallowed by Hannah’s cute little mouth. As my cock occupied more and more of her throat, the sensation of cozy wetness grew, causing my dick to go from rock hard to pure diamond. This correlation persisted. As her head approached my crotch, as that sensation of tight warmth expanded, so too did my dick inside her little mouth.

I don’t have an especially girthy dick, above average but only a little. But the length… the length is significant. I knew she wouldn’t be able to swallow the whole thing, but, though I had only just met her, it seemed obvious that she was gonna try. And try she did. About halfway down my cock, it became obvious to all three of us that it just wasn’t gonna happen due to physics and the laws of nature more broadly. But you know what? She tried anyway. It was a performative, gaggy, deep moaning mess, and it was one of the hottest things I had ever seen let alone been a part of. And I knew Vica felt the same way because she was suddenly drenched in a way that she hadn‘t been moments before. Oh yeah, don’t forget, there’s miraculously another girl I’m hooking up with who isn’t the one sucking my cock. Still a shocking sentence to write out to this day.

So at this point Vica gets down to my level and whispers in my ear “I’m jealous.” And I’m like, of what? And she sort of just gestures downwards at the sight of my cock getting devoured by her little friend. At first I wondered she meant she wanted me to be eating her out with that same voraciousness, but she gave me a little cheeky lip bite that sealed the deal on what her message really was. I gave her a shrug, like “hey it’s a free country!”, definitely a corny gesture but she took benefit of said freedom. And suddenly, I was on the receiving end of two of the cutest wettest mouths I could imagine. The feeling was… I’m pretty sure god exists, is what I’ll say.

For a long time I wondered impromptu sex and threesomes and stranger danger penetration and all that, I wondered it was all mythical, fundamentally unreal at least for someone like me. I at all times knew my cock was solid but also knew I wouldn’t get to show it off as much as other guys. But there I was, getting a full service cock bath at the hands and enthusiastic mouths of two girls who were decently out of my league. They came for the drugs but stayed for the dick, I suppose.

Now for some self appreciation. One of the things that I’ve at all times loved about my own dick, something that has at all times given me a little extra confidence going into any sexual interaction, is the combination of length and near-comical rigidity. The extra length I got in the genetic lotto paired with the fact that I’m a pretty slim guy means that when I get properly hard, I’m really offering everything I have inches wise. No centimeters left behind, so to speak. But what really allows that length to live up to it’s full potential, to really shine, is my dick’s steadfast determination to stay at a perfect 90-something degree angle from my body. You can pull it any which way, the second you let go, it will bounce back into place with speed and ferocity. I mention all this because I think it helps explain how someone on adderall could get so hyper fixated on my dick in their mouth, as she did. 

Pushing the limits of the average pussy, plunging the depths of the average throat, a challenge but not unbeatable— my dick is the Dark Souls of penises. It’s going to be hard. Really hard, and you know that pretty much right away. But pretty soon you realize you’re going to have a ton of fun beating it. And yeah, you’ll suck at first. But then you’ll realize you’re gonna be sucking for a while. Because when it’s built right, sucking is fun. The first time you let go of it and it smacks you in your face, it’s a learning moment. This shit is interactive as hell. You’re not just trying to take the whole thing down, you’re trying to understand its moves. Man, I took this metaphor too far. All that to say, Hannah was getting really good at Dark Souls by this point, and by that I mean she was getting really good at sucking my long, rock hard cock. Vica had at some point stepped away, perhaps intimidated by her fellow cock sucker’s cock sucking proficiency. Hannah knew the move set and the dynamic was shifting. She was quickly becoming the master of my own dick by virtue of adderall and her own self proclaimed perfectionist nature.

The way this near-stranger swallowed my shaft, inviting me down her throat so elegantly yet carnally, sloppy yet sleek somehow, it was like slow motion as the wetness enveloped me each time. I almost forgot there was another stranger, just a few feet away, waiting for me to dive back into her. And so I did— with one final soul sucking slurp (you know, the kind where it feels like she’s sucking your soul out, through your dick) A relinquished my erection to her busty friend, who had been poking around my room in search of, perhaps drugs? Money? No. She found privacy– Vica pulled me over and into my barely-a-walk-in-closet and shut the door. 

“Wait what?” Said my new petite fuck buddy on the other side of the door. We heard Hannah’s protest but it was muffled by my winter coat and sweaters. I bring my focus back to the girl who pulled me into the closet, and noticed that one of her knees is raised and propped up against the wall behind me— I realize the warmth I’m feeling in front of my cock is coming from powerful pussy that I’m cooped up in there with, a pussy which I can only locate by the reflection off her sopping wetness.

Hannah chirped up again from outside the dark fuck den. “Ok have your seven minutes in heaven but I’m setting a timer.” On that note the placed her hand on the small of my back and firmly sensually pulls torture forcing my cock directly up and into the center of the very warmth that had been beckoning by pulsing erection in the darkness. She was only a shadow but her grip on my cock was perfect, in terms of sensation, it just felt like my dick was home. If you know you know.

Due to the angle of our bodies in the closet, I couldn’t deliver my full length. I could feel that she was aroused enough, deep enough to take the rest of my cock, but that would have to wait for another day. That unfilled space, that untouched depth of her pussy, it was such a tease, as she continued to guide my now slick solid slab up into her gorgeous self. She wasn’t as tight as Hannah, but in another erotic stroke of cosmic luck, I was just starting to reach a special point one will inevitably reach after enough extended uninterrupted Adderall fucking: The Swell. This is when, for better or for worse, the constant pounding, sucking , squeezing and overall stimulation leads to a kind of low grade swelling of the erection. In this case, it was for the better. The sensory deprivation of the closet (plus the stimulants in my blood) meant I was supremely zoned in on the sensation of my dick. With each guided thrust, I could feel my swelling girth taking up more space inside her, with each beat of my heart I could feel my rigid length pushing more and more firmly against her walls.And she could feel it too— she brought her other hand behind my hip, both hands now pulling me into her, her grip on the small of my back/hips tightened, as she now needed more oomph in order to pull my now properly swollen member into her fleshy haven of the perfect pleasure, her ideal slit that I felt but could not see, that I filled but not in the way I’m used to. 

Her taking the lead with her arms in the cramped closet allowed me to kind of let go in a way I usually can’t. I had to, of course, still provide a small amount of thrust, but she was doing most of it, and setting the tempo, even iterating starting point and angle of entry and depth of each thrust. With my pelvis as her puppet, I observed her show— not with my eyes but with my flesh— my flesh which was against, in, and of, her. My flesh was hers. She not only controlled it, she owned it. She owned me, in that moment, in that closet, in the dark. And after a while, it truly felt like we were one, no ownership, just an undulating sex beast, two forms operating as one for a moment that still feels eternal.

“Time’s up!” Light from my bedroom flooded the closet and on instinct I pulled out— or attempted to. Her grip on my back held steady, and so did my lodging in the girl. We both looked out at Hannah, who had a phone in her hand. She stopped the chirping alarm. “Hot”. She then flipped to another app on her phone and held it up and then asked “Can I take a few pictures, like fuck this is like a Tumblr shot. No faces of course.” We both nodded and Hannah perky tits still out bent down and pushed in on Vica’s dripping wet dick filled entrance. “Can you pull out so I can see the whole shaft?” It went against my carnal instincts which were the only instincts engaged, but eventually, effortfully, I pulled out the perfect vagina— though my plump head with its now very sizable ridge, stayed emerged inside the sweaty shiny guaranteed lifelong crush, the girl who owned me still.

We both looked at the naked nymph who had been giving me dementor head 10 minutes ago at most, suddenly a stranger compared to the soul mate who’s slit slid down my cock as the camera got close— hiding her meaty property from the tight horny documentarian. We heard the blip sound indicating she was now recording video. She handed me the phone, “close up, don’t get my eyes,” moments later, another owner laid claim, the documentarian was now a participant, working my balls with her adorable mouth, a wet pattern alternating between gentle precise suction, lifts with the tongue, and wet guided bottom to top sack-encompassing licks, a rhythmic pattern of sensations that sent warmth pulsing from my pelvis through my entire body.

Wow. I loved the mouth on my balls, but I was *in love* with the pussy on my cock. Does that make sense? I watched Hannah sucked every exposed part of my dick: my balls, the base of my cock, and in between– seemingly attempting to suck the taste off of my erection. Watching her do so reminded me of the delicious pussy I was penetrating. I was in love and I had to taste it. I pulled out of Vica and gestured for Hannah to follow me as I pulled them both towards the futon. I laid her on her back, pushed her up maybe half a foot or so, and then beckoned Hannah to fill the space in between. With Hannah’s legs tucked under her ass and her head down on the ground flat, I was able to lean over and place my mouth right at the wetness I craved, the juices that covered my pelvis were now an inch from my tongue. I placed my cockhead at Hannas hole, lining it up to make sure a big thrust would land properly, feeling inside her to make sure she was wet enough to take it. I took a deep breath, and then plunged my hardness into the small girl,  just as I plunged my tongue deep into Vica. 

The noise hit me first: The loudest moan I’d ever heard in that room by far. I had forgotten how plump my cock had gotten during the closet. The surplus girth and fatter head was not what Hannah expected, and maybe a little more than she could take with any kind of ease. While she wriggled with struggle soaked pleasure, I let the messy warm juices flow from Vica’s picture perfect dreamcunt– I slurped and sipped the delicious slippery succulent nectar, a liquid gold that flooded from the lips of this busty brown-nippled spiritually intoxicating classmate. Heavenly, as though Vica’s slit had been gifted to me—by the universe or perhaps by the tight asian bubble-but literal-angel of a classmate that I was half-buried, mere inches away.

Vice was silent, writhing as I now used her body, not as a tool but as a place to explore, but Hannah moaned louder and louder as her small body resisted my now max capacity shaft and near-painfully bulging head. I could feel (and hear— her moan now unending, only rising and falling in tone) that now she, with 75% of me stuffed inside her, could take no more. “I can’t take it but just try, push…” the “shh” sound trailed into a moan again. I could feel it, she was stretching, not enough to thrust, but enough that I couldn’t tell if the pulse I was feeling was from my cock or from cute cunt convulsing around it, as it expanded to its limit. She screamed into the futon, “I’m fucking cumming” her fingers dug into the carpet, I felt squeeze on my cock and perhaps once again I saw god. no but actually it felt like pure light and energy was shooting shut my five deck. luckily after that first ropes for inside girl talked between me and her friend I remembered the girl with a Stranger who I was emptying into. I whipped it out just a second to it but just in time to cover her upper back, part of the futon and Vica’s pussy and stomach, with a hot glaze of thick cum, a warm reward that they both seemed to enjoy, and definitely both deserved. Vica half-sat up and asked, “Is that it, for you?” I gave an explanation along the lines of “I need some time, not sure how long, but if you just keep touching me I’ll get hard again.” and that they did.

“I feel like maybe a little group cuddle would be really solid in this moment,” said Hanna  “Is that on the table? How do we feel about that?”

We all smiled kind of awkwardly at each other and excitedly got into bed, beginning what was easily the most intimate chapter of the threesome dream come true. We cuddled together tight, keeping each other warm from the cold East Coast winter that sneaked in from outside. Ever lucky, I noticed that they silently agreed it was me who would be sandwiched in the middle. My cock was shrinking, slowly, smaller and smaller, and softer. Still warm, still in play so-to speak. I laid there blissed out as Vica toyed with it in her hand, my softness, exploring this new understated form, with Hannah tenderly grasping my chest, occasionally sneaking a hand down to join in the intimate stroking squeezing and teasing happening at the hand Vica, whose other hand held my ass. After an unknown period of nap/cuddle/dream/teasing, Hannah pulled the covers over us. In the darkness once again, I felt her lick the small of my back and then felt a gentle finger run across my asshole. Surprise seemed to be a favorite of hers, but it worked, some kind of restart sequence I guess, as suddenly my cock began its re-inflation, my head growing and growing as it slid up from her mound to her belly button and beyond, slowly revealing the length that made their eyes pop upon the first reveal. The noises I heard underneath those covers suggested that my two new friends thoroughly enjoyed the spectacle of the slow 7 inch reveal. They waited, knowing I had not fully filled out at 7 inches, knowing there was more cock to come. They let their fingers graze my growing meat, knowing they had the power to coax out that final half-inch or so. They did so with ease. My full length, all the turgid flesh they’d been filled with earlier, had returned.

We were back in the fuck mode, you could smell it. And Vica was to come. She had to. Hard. It was unspoken between the three of us.  Hannah guided my rock hard cock with sensual precision into Vica’s still wet still perfect slit. I waited until I was back at full strength. Finally, with all my length and girth available to me, with my hot heavy erection in what I embarrassingly call sport mode (in my head) I ripped off the covers, got behind Vica’s idyllic tan cheeks, pulled her up by her tits, placed myself at her entrance, and then I did it: I pushed up into that space I couldn’t reach in the closet. The pocket of unfilled pussy that I knew I could fill, but had yet to fill. And I was right, it really was a heaven spot, felt like it at least, an oasis of wet suction seemingly designed to envelope all of my rigidity- one of the best sensations I’ve ever felt on my dick, hidden deep within a gorgeous intoxicating sopping wet very eager quite accommodating sophomore girl. Did I mention we just met? And yet I knew exactly what she wanted. She’d been communicating to me since I handed her that baggie. Silently but loudly. She knew what we were in for. What she wanted from me.

I pounded her. In the way you pound someone who you want to be in love with, who you might be in love  with, who you might hope is in love with you back, or will be, post-pounding. I slammed into her with zero restraint, as I knew I likely wouldn’t come at this point (with all the drugs and cum that have already circulated) and I knew that she had to. Hannah toyed with her clit with a look of longing on her face as she watched me pound her friend’s pussy, bringing the curvy coed closer and closer towards what appeared to be (according to her arched back) a certain climax. After a few more moments of mechanical slotting penetration, Vica grabbed my arms and told me not to pull out. I reminded her “I won’t come at this point, take the wheel”, but I soon realized she knew something I didn’t. She had immaculate hip control. A talent unrevealed until this moment. She let out a long breathy “fuckkkkk” as her pussy tightened, locking its hot writhing gyrational grip onto my cock, which resulted in another surprise: my 7ish inches, for a split second, expanded to the aforementioned “max capacity” size, kissing her “unreachable” spot with my tip and unleashing spurt after surprising spurt. Pure pleasure blasted into its owner, its master, its home: Vica’s perfect, nearly impossible and entirely unforgettable pussy. Hannah didn’t cum, but seemed to get close as she licked Vica’s juices off of my overwhelmed cock.

We hopped in my shower and washed each other off, another tender moment, still horny but out of steam physically. So between some suds, splashes, tender choking, slow fingering of the thin slit to my left, and admiration of the shiny rack to my right (like most breasts, Vica’s were even more spectacular when wet.) We took each other in, and let each other out, so to speak.

I closed my eyes and reached between them. With a single turn of the shower handle, the water stopped pouring, and it was all over.

We got dressed, getting our final looks at each others bodies, and at the indoor landscapes we’d just fucked each other over under and through. A brief goodbye make-out was had. Instagrams were exchanged. A cheek kiss each. A wave, and another wave, and a wave back. They left my apartment. I solemnly watched them leave from my window, just as I had curiously watched them return earlier in the day.

Suddenly before a crosswalk, they stopped, faced each other, and hugged. The solemn feeling I had was replaced with a muffled glowing joy. Maybe I’d see one of them again. Or both. I’d see them around for sure but I mean see them, be in them, again. Hannah or Vica. Tight or deep. To own or be owned.

Or maybe that was it. Never again. And that would be fine because it finally hit me. holy shit… I just had a threesome? That actually happened, and now I can remember it happened, and holy fucking shit! And then a gorgeous emptiness . Nothing in my head, or cock, both drained. Only blissful satisfaction remained. I was engulfed in it.

NSFW: yes

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