My older man, me, and a beautiful innocent; an erotic threesome story— Part Two

Part one of this three-part adventure starts here

Paul returned with four bottles of Prosecco to keep his girls fuelled for the night and a case of lager for himself. We were still giggling and chatting naked on his bed when he reappeared in the bedroom carrying a tray with two glasses of fizz for us, the open bottle, and a lager for himself.

I could tell by the looks he gave us that he thought he was dreaming. Men his age usually pay significant sums of money to have two attractive twenty-year-olds naked in their beds. On the other hand, Paul had my body on tap regularly, and this weekend I even bought a model with me for him to enjoy.

I wasn’t much less dreamy, if I’m honest. I was always horny and available for Paul from the second I walked through his front door. I was like a cat in heat, happy and often desperate to open my legs, my mouth, or my ass for him at a moment’s notice. This weekend, with the beautiful Emma swanning around naked, who was already showing signs of being entirely sexually open-minded, I was obscenely horny — made worse by the fact that since we got to Paul’s house, we had discovered that we were both into Paul and Emma and I were also into each other.

We had chatted briefly while he was gone. Emma was open to exploring more with Paul. Still, rather than anything else being an event (given the “event” she had already been part of this afternoon), she wanted things to be a little more naturally occurring. It worked for me, but I was a little concerned. If Paul and I got up to our usual bedroom antics — which I hoped we would considering how horny I was — Emma was going to go from gentle vanilla blowjobs and passionate lovemaking to witnessing deepthroat, rough sex, and probably anal too. On that basis, I suddenly became the one who was a little self-conscious. She seemed open-minded, but she’d see me in a new light, and if she disapproved, I risked my whole halls of residence finding out what I like to do behind closed doors.

Then I thought about it. The most glamorous, attractive, and desired girl on campus had approached me to help her gain sexual experience. Then she came along to my — I don’t know what Paul is, let’s call him a fuck-buddy — she came along to my fuck-buddy’s house, got naked, watched me suck his cock, sucked him herself, then opened her legs and invited a guy old enough to be her father to have sex with her. What was I worried about? — She would hardly share that with the world, especially as an aspiring model with a vast social media following.

I relaxed as Paul passed me, then Emma, a glass of Prosecco. We sat gracefully, knees bent, legs to our side, with our ankles together, fulfilling the brief of being a pixie and a nymph on his bed. We took sips politely, then smiled at each other and finished the drinks quickly. Student life can do that to a girl.

Emma took my glass and put it with hers on Paul’s bedside table, then looked at me sweetly. She shuffled over, brimming with confidence, and kissed me briefly. I swooned. Her kisses were soft, sensual, and erotic. She wanted to explore my mouth as I did hers. She lifted a hand to my cheek, then turned to Paul, who was standing fully dressed, holding a bottle of lager while watching us quietly.

“Mind if I borrow Pixie for a while?” she asked, smiling at him. My heart fluttered.

“Mind if I watch?” Paul asked.

Emma nodded to the chair in the corner of his bedroom, where I had sat, watching them together. “Take a seat.” Paul wandered over and sat down.

She turned to look at me. “You’ve done this before, right?” she whispered.

“A couple of times, a while ago,” I replied sheepishly.

“Well, this is something I have a little more experience in. Why don’t I drive?” Emma replied, staring into my eyes.

“Okay,” I whispered.

She leaned forward and kissed me again, more deeply but equally sensually, tucking my long brown hair behind my ear and tracing her fingertip down my neck, across my shoulder, and then down the outside of my arm. Words cannot describe the feeling Emma was giving me. And I think she knew it.

She lifted my arms, and I willingly moved as she positioned me gently in the middle of the bed, then continued kissing me as she knelt over me and slowly pushed me back onto the pillows. She put her arms on either side of my head as her tongue slowly explored every part of my mouth. Then she lowered her body slowly onto mine. I felt our nipples touch — the contact sending a pleasurable shiver down my spine, and then her body pressed against me. I opened my legs and bent my knees as her pelvis settled against mine between them, the warmth of her soft skin against me. I needed to breathe. Reluctantly, I turned away from her, ending the lingering kiss. Emma was in no mood to let anything end there. My exposed neck became her next target as she leaned down, traced her tongue behind my ear, and slowly kissed and licked down my shoulders. I began to moan, desperate for more.

I arched my back a little, pressing my chest into the air. She lifted and looked up at me, smiling, her intent clear. She slid downward just a little, and stared into my eyes as she flicked her tongue over my nipple. I sighed. She sucked on it gently, making me wild with desire, then drew a straight line across my chest with her tongue and started on the other, slowly flicking, licking and sucking it until both nipples stood to attention for her. She reached up and cupped my breasts, massaging them as she kissed my stomach, then slid slowly downward.

My last (and first) female sexual partner was attractive, but Emma was simply beautiful. She had piercing blue eyes, beautiful straight blonde bobbed blonde hair, and a smile that could melt ice. The day we met, I had sexual thoughts about her, but I never dreamed in a million years that one day she would be naked and on top of me. I wanted to record everything in my mind, just in case it never happened again.

By now, Emma was kissing my inner thigh, close enough but far enough away to tease me beyond my wildest dreams. Yes, I’d given myself an orgasm earlier while she had sex with Paul, but that wasn’t nearly enough, given the day we were all having.

She stopped and looked up at me as I panted, wanting to grab her head and pull her in.

“We’ve been living ten feet from each other for five months. Don’t you wish we’d done this sooner?” Emma asked, smiling cheekily.

I was about to reply as I looked down at her beautiful face between my legs, but as I started to form the words, I felt her warm, soft tongue against my clit.

“Oh my God,” was all I could manage as Emma set to work on my pussy.

She was true to her word and was no amateur. She knew exactly where the most sensitive areas were and wasted little time teasing each of them. She moaned softly as she slid further down, lapping against my opening before sliding her tongue between my lips and inside my body. I was in heaven. I lay there as she passionately and attentively explored me, but I still wanted more. I wanted to taste her too. To taste the girl I’d been secretly admiring for months. I lifted my head, and she looked up at me.

“Any soreness from earlier?” I whispered, not wanting to hurt her in any way.

“None at all,” she said, smiling.

I sat up and encouraged Emma to lie on her side. I slipped down beside her, head to toe, then slowly licked upward from just above her knee, and she parted her legs as I arrived at my destination. She giggled as I licked my fingers and then placed them on her clit gently. I looked down at my body to see her lying on her side, looking longingly at my legs. Her face was just inches away, I opened them, and I saw her smile as she tilted her head forward and used her tongue on my body once more.

I could wait no longer. I removed my fingers and pressed my tongue against Emma’s clit, then started drawing circles around it as her body reacted, and she began to moan sweetly. I leaned forwards, pressing my head deeper between her legs, and reached my goal, slipping my tongue inside her and tasting her juices for the very first time. She tasted every bit as good as she looked.

I felt her pull at my hip and instinctively knew what she craved. I lifted my leg over her head and settled my pussy over her face as she rolled onto her back and pulled her legs open wider, encouraging me to continue. I struggled to cope with her attention, a stirring inside my body growing. Then, suddenly, things got a little out of hand, in a good way.

I felt a hand stroke down my back. A masculine hand that couldn’t be my sweet Emma. I looked up from her pussy, my lips glistening with her juices, as Paul stood before me, now naked and holding his rock-hard cock. Emma also noticed him. She reached out and stroked his leg, acknowledging his welcome interruption.

“I’ve got something here Pixie needs,” he said. He was right.

I climbed off Emma and lay on my back, my ass on the edge of the bed, as Paul grabbed my ankles, straightened my legs and spread them wide.

I reached down and guided his cock to my pussy. How easily he slid his cock inside me made clear how horny I was.

“Fucking hell, Pix, you’re wet,” he said, feeling my warmth enveloping his cock.

“So’s Nymph,” I panted as I adjusted to his presence. We both looked across at her, kneeling and watching excitedly.

“Want to see how Pix likes it?” Paul asked her.

“God, yes,” she said, bouncing on the bed a little.

Paul withdrew, then pressed my legs wide and slammed his cock into me, making me howl in ecstasy.

“Fucking hell,” Emma said, smiling.

I looked up at her as Paul withdrew again, biting my lip as he started to thrust deeply and vigorously inside me. I whimpered and moaned, even more turned on than usual, in the knowledge that Emma was watching my body taking a pounding from Paul’s cock. Her eyes glistened. The sight of me enjoying his relentless thrusting turned her on. She wanted it too. Between my moans, I managed to speak.

“Do you want Paul to fuck you like this later, Nymph?” I panted.

She looked at him, studying the carnal desire in his eyes as he continued enjoying me. She looked down between my legs, watching his glistening cock disappear deep inside my body over and over. Then she looked into my eyes, wide and dancing wildly as Paul drove me to orgasmic bliss.

“Yes,” she said. “Yes, please.”

That was all I needed to tip me over the edge. The thought of watching Paul take her like this, added to the fact that he was already doing it to me, made an orgasm grow inside my body quickly. I reached out and pressed my hand between Emma’s legs as she knelt beside me. She separated them quickly, allowing me to rub her clit. I was rough with her, testing her desire to experience Paul as his carnal best. Her response was perfect, throwing her head back and leaning back onto her hands as I pleasured her. I slid my other hand to my clit, intent on coming hard on Paul’s cock. He saw it all, and it affected him too. He started to grunt as his girls moaned loudly, and I felt him begin to tense. Emma’s body began to shake. I didn’t realise how horny she really was until her legs gave way and slipped sideways, and she ground her pelvis onto my hand, coming hard on my trapped fingers. It pushed me over the edge, and I removed my other hand from my clit and ran my hands through my hair as I started to shake myself, my legs quivering as Paul still held my ankles in the air.

“Come in me, baby. Fill me,” I begged.

Paul let go of my ankles, slid his hands behind my knees, and pressed my legs onto my chest. Emma looked up from her orgasm, eagerly watching as Paul groaned loudly and emptied his seed inside my pussy. He pushed my tiny body down deep into the mattress aggressively as his carnal urge to breed me led him to force my pussy to take every last drop.

I lay there panting, lost in orgasmic ecstasy, then remembered to check on Emma. As she sat there, still gently massaging her clit against my fingers, the look on her beautiful face told us everything Paul and I needed to know. Emma was now officially Nymph. And she was ready and willing to do anything.

Paul withdrew his cock, making me moan a little, then let go of my legs, gently helping me shuffle up onto the bed next to Emma as she released my hand from beneath her. As he wandered off to the bathroom, she watched him longingly.

“God, I want to try that,” she said.

“You will later,” I assured her. “There’s lots to try yet.”

Paul came out of the bathroom, sitting on the bed beside us. He kissed Emma passionately while I watched, then leaned down and kissed me.

“It’s like all of your Christmases have come at once, isn’t it?” I teased as he sat back up.

He smiled. “And to think I have you both all night still,” he replied. “It’s nearly dinner time. Why don’t you two drink more Prosecco, and I’ll pop out and get us takeaway to keep our energy up?”

“Well, you should. You do have two women to satisfy tonight,” Emma said. I giggled, seeing myself in her and liking her more by the minute.

Paul dressed and headed downstairs while I took a quick shower, and Emma slipped back into her dress. When I came out of the shower, I did the same. We finished the first bottle of prosecco quickly in Paul’s bedroom. Then we went downstairs just after he left to go to the takeaway to open another. We were becoming light-headed, giggly, and very honest. The relentless physical contact between Emma and me, holding hands, cuddling and the occasional kiss, added an air of affection to the eroticism. I studied Emma as she made her way through another glass of Prosecco, wondering how she was really feeling.

“Em, you okay, you know, with all this?” I asked.

She put down her glass and looked at me. “I’m more than okay,” she said confidently. “P, you are a goddess — my heroine. To think I came to you for advice because I thought you probably had a completely normal sex life. You hide it very well,” she said, smiling.

“People judge,” I replied.

“Fuck them. Not literally, you know,” Emma said, laughing. She looked me in the eye.

“So, while we’re alone, what am I in for later, besides your sexy older man fucking me to kingdom come?” she asked.

“Depends,” I replied casually.

“On what?”

“How much do you want to try?”

“Well, not wanting to sound like a prude, but how much more can there possibly be?”

“I love it when I make a guy come in my mouth or throat.”

“Throat?” she asked curiously.

“Deepthroat. It’s a technique. Men love it,”

“Okay, do you swallow it?”

“Always! Good girls do!” I said, fluttering my eyelashes at her. She smiled.

“Noted, and?”

“It takes some patience first, but anal is amazing.” Emma picked up her drink and finished it quickly, then screwed up her nose.

“I don’t think…”

“-Don’t knock it until you have tried it, sweetie. Not that you have to, of course,” I interrupted.

“Does he, you know, finish in there too?”

“Yes, of course, I let him come wherever he wants, as often as he wants.”

Emma wasn’t disgusted, thankfully, but was a little reserved on the subject.

“Well, in any case, if he’s as horny as he usually is, you will see him do it to me at some point after dinner. Then you can let us know what you think.”

That ticked Emma’s boxes. Regardless of what we were up to, the thought of watching me with Paul turned her on immensely.

“Anything else?” she asked.

“Well, knowing Paul, he’ll have some ideas since there are two of us with him tonight. There might be some new things he suggests for both of us. Oh, and don’t be surprised if he wants to fuck you in a dozen positions before morning. He likes anything that lets him get in deep. As do I,” I said, smiling.

Emma sat back, thinking. Then smiled to herself and looked up. “Well, if this afternoon is anything to go by, count me in.”

“Good, because I didn’t get to watch him make love to you earlier, so I really want to watch him fuck you later.”

“Oh, you will,” she said sweetly, reaching her hand across the table and holding mine.

The door clicked, and Paul walked in. I looked up at him sweetly.

“Nymph’s right. I think you are going to need your energy tonight.”

As we sat in Paul’s kitchen, eating our dinner and Emma and I making our way through far too much Prosecco, Paul relished happily in having two girls, flirting with each other, and him, wearing my short “Pixie” dresses. Emma watched as I stood up and leaned over the table, pretending to be reaching for noodles, exposing my ass to him. She smiled as he instantly slid his fingers up the inside of my legs and inside my pussy, taking my breath away as I gripped the table for a moment, happily moaning until he removed them. Then I watched Emma go to the fridge beside Paul as he stacked the dishes, claiming to be collecting a bottle of Prosecco, bending at the waist and exposing her pussy. I, too, smiled as he slid his fingers over her ass and teased her sweet pussy lips, taking her breath away.

After we had finished dinner, with Emma and me and more than a little drunk and horny, I decided it was time to move the action back upstairs. We were sitting, looking at each other with anticipation, when Emma came up with a brilliant suggestion.

“Pixie wants to show me how to deepthroat,” she said, smiling at Paul. If she hadn’t already got his attention, she immediately did.

“Do you now?” he asked, looking across at me.

“And Nymph wants to know what a mouth full of your come tastes like,” I replied, turning the focus back to Emma.

“And I bet Paul would love to know how it feels to have Pixie and Nymph working his cock with their mouths simultaneously,” she added.

We both turned to Paul. “Or we could watch TV,” Emma said, teasing.

“I guess we’d better take this upstairs then,” Paul said.

Emma and I stood up and held each other, passionately kissing while Paul retrieved the tray and put some snacks, our drinks, and a few bottles of lager on it, and then we followed him up the stairs. He had yet to get the tray on the table before Emma, and I removed our dresses.

I let Emma lead as Paul stood, and she knelt before him, quickly removing his jeans as he removed his T-shirt. He stood naked, his soft cock hanging in front of her face.

She turned to her side and glanced across at me as she stooped under it and opened her mouth, licking his tip and kissing it slowly, teasingly. She had no intention of taking him in her mouth yet, and it drove him wild.

“She’s naughty,” he said, sighing at her gentle tongue massage.

“We like naughty,” I replied. “We like naughty a lot.”

Emma giggled as I walked over to them and knelt opposite her. She slid up the opposite side of Paul’s cock, gently kissing his length as it started to swell for her. I leaned in and kissed the other side, and we both looked up at him as we continued. We tracked his cock as it grew hard, arching our necks to keep our mouths perfectly opposite each other as we gently caressed his shaft with our tongues, patiently awaiting his full, impressive erection. It didn’t take long.

We didn’t speak to each other, but simultaneously Emma and I got up, kissed in front of him, then walked hand in hand over to his bed, then we both knelt in the same places we had been in earlier when I taught Emma how to give her first blow job, waiting for him. He took a swig from his beer bottle and climbed onto the bed between us, rolling onto his back and opening his legs slightly.

Emma couldn’t help herself and was down on him quickly, her beautiful blonde hair swishing around her face as she bobbed her mouth up and down on Paul’s cock. I watched her work him eagerly. She was a girl after my own heart and a great candidate for deepthroat training if I could slow her down and let Paul last long enough for her to try it.

I softly stroked her back, ran my hand down her ass, and gently squeezed it. She giggled and sat up.

“Show me,” she said eagerly.

“It’s just about your gag reflex. You will gag as any cock goes into your throat, but you just learn to control it. Like this,” I said. I turned a little, adjusting my position to give me the best chance of taking all of him, then leaned down and blinked at the man with sparkling eyes as I took him into my mouth. I started shallow for a second or two, then closed my eyes as I pressed his cock against my throat. I always gagged at the first attempt, and today was no different. Then I withdrew for a second, took a deep breath, and pushed my face down onto his length, feeling it slide into my throat fully. I held it there for a second, then slid Paul’s erection up and down my throat a little before withdrawing.

I heard Emma gasp. I looked up. It wasn’t a gasp of horror.

“Wanna try?” I asked sweetly. Emma blinked and leaned down to take him in her mouth.

Now, I have to be honest. As much as I’m a bit of a deepthroat pro (if I do say so myself!), it took a lot of practice. A lot of practice. I learned I could do it quickly, granted, but to handle a cock easily and comfortably, especially a cock the size of Paul’s, took quite a while. I know Emma was horny beyond words. And I know she’d had quite a lot to drink. Her immediate ability, however, was mind-blowing.

I watched as she gagged, withdrew, gagged again, and withdrew. Her determination alone was impressive. But after her third attempt, I watched her cute little throat swell as she pushed Paul past the barrier and deep into her. Did she pull off quickly? No, no, she didn’t. She held him there and moaned a little, then withdrew enough to catch her breath and pushed him in again. I was as impressed as I was astonished.

I looked up at Paul, who was stunned and ecstatic.

“She really is a natural,” I said. Emma withdrew and giggled as she sat up and wiped her mouth.

“Okay?” I asked.

“Very,” she replied.

“Fancy something a bit more… …intense?”

“Bring it on,” she said eagerly.

Well, who was I to refuse? “On your feet, sexy,” I said to Paul, who knew exactly where I was going next. He climbed off the bed as I lay on my back and threw my head off the edge.

“What’s this?” Emma said curiously.

“I’m going to fuck her mouth,” Paul answered.

“It’s the same principle, but you put him in control. It’s hot,” I said happily as my lover brought his cock to my lips. Emma instinctively lay down on her back next to me, watching.

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth as Paul steadily drove his cock into my mouth, gave me a second to adjust, then pressed into my throat and started to fuck it as only he could. We had done this a lot since our first “meeting”, and he knew how much I loved to surrender control to him until he came directly into my stomach.

“She has to trust me completely. Pixie can’t breathe until I let her,” Paul said as I adjusted my position slightly. “Watch.”

He pulled out, I took a breath, I closed my eyes again, and then he drove in. He held himself in place, his entire cock inside me, sliding forward and back slightly as I began to struggle for breath a little, my back arched and my arms flailing. He knew I was okay, I always pressed his legs when I needed an escape, but Emma didn’t know that, and she sounded concerned.

“She okay?” she asked, watching me as I opened my eyes, and they started to stream a little.

“She’s fine,” Paul said calmly, pulling out of my throat and letting me inhale quickly.

I coughed, then smiled at her. “You okay?” she asked.

“Better than okay,” I replied, lying back down.”It’s such a turn-on.”

I was about to take Paul back inside my mouth when Emma spoke.

“Let me try!” she said excitedly, rolling from facing me onto her back, dropping her head off the edge of the bed next to mine.

“Okay, but if you need to breathe, just push on Paul’s leg gently, and he’ll pull back, Okay?”

“Okay,” she replied, licking her lips as Paul took a sidestep towards her.

She opened her mouth, and I rolled onto my side, watching Paul slowly slip his cock between her lips until he met resistance. She gagged and arched her back, and he withdrew slightly. She raised her arms behind his legs and gave him a gentle, encouraging pull. He pressed in again, and I saw her adjust, her windpipe swelling once more as he slid his cock inside. He held her there, as he had with me, as she started to writhe beneath him, then pulled out.

“Again,” she whispered.

He drove in, holding for longer this time. Emma reached for my hand and squeezed it until he withdrew again. She coughed, wiped her mouth, and then looked up at him.

“Now fuck my mouth like you fuck Pixie’s,” she whispered.

He held her wrists beside her and leaned over her body a little, then slid his cock back into her willing mouth and began to fuck it, giving her a split second to breathe occasionally as he gave her precisely what she asked him for. I’d never seen it up close before. I was always the recipient. It looked amazing, and Emma took it well. Paul fucked and fucked her, and she just kept encouraging him. Eventually, his breathing changed as her throat massaged his cock.

“Don’t come in her throat,” I insisted. “Come in her mouth.”

“Then we might need to switch things up,” he said.

He pulled out, allowing Emma to catch her breath while he climbed onto the bed, and we lay beside him.

“Make him come for you, Nymph. Stay shallow when he does so you have room for it all in your mouth,” I whispered.

Emma bent down and continued sucking him eagerly as Paul quickly climaxed. He reached out and gripped her head, holding it in place as she experienced a cock streaming hot semen into her mouth for the first time. Emma moaned as he continued to empty into her, clearly loving every second of it.

“Don’t swallow,” I said without thinking. “I want some.”

Emma slipped her mouth off Paul, slowing her lips and holding his come inside her mouth. She sat up and came over to me, sitting between my legs and wrapping hers around me. She leaned forwards, and with her mouth full, she kissed me deeply.

I recognised his taste, and I loved receiving it from her. We made a mess, as what we didn’t swallow between us dripped from our mouths. We cleaned each other’s lips, lapping up everything we could get, and then Emma looked down.

“You seem to have Paul’s come on your tits, Pixie,”

I looked down. “So do you,” I giggled.

“I saw it first,” she said, leaning down and licking Paul’s semen from my nipples slowly. Then she leaned back, and I buried my face into her chest, lapping up all the spillages.

“You two are insatiable,” Paul said, distracting us. We pressed our heads together and smiled at him.

“We’re not done yet,” Emma said sweetly. “Are we Pixie?”

“Oh, no, Nymph. We’re not.”

Part three here