Saturday, September 03, 2005

What My Mother Never Knew #25: Three friends. One night.

Warning: Naughty

Woodgrove was one of those neighbourhoods that had character and spunk, cheap real estate and a high crime rate. My friend's suite was on the upper level of an older heritage home. It was tiny with an A-frame ceiling that felt like an oven in July and August. The last time I was there was in early July but it was in the evening, and the open windows on either end of the suite enabled natural air conditioning via the cross-breeze. Lenora and I had been out with a bunch of people that night, enjoying drinks and steaks at the Keg. We'd managed to pass without being asked for ID since most of the crowd we were with that night were in their twenties.

After dinner, three of us were heading over to Brian's but Lenora mentioned that she had some Kaluha back at her place and we decided to make a pit stop. I don't recall why, at 15 she had moved out on her own, but I was totally envious of her independence. We sat around talking over the iced liqueur, surrounded by lit candles and jasmine incense, settling deeper and deeper into the futon with each drink. And the next thing I knew, they were kissing, and then we were kissing while Brian blew out all but a few candles, glancing our way quizzically to be sure that this was really happening. The alcohol had sweetly melted my inhibitions, jeans and then t-shirt falling to the carpet with only the slightest trepidation.

My mouth met Brian's while Lenora stroked his eager cock. He had a bit of a moustache, totally soft, surrounding full lips that knew how to kiss in an unhurried way, tasting and exploring the nuances of my own mouth and neck. Not wanting Lenora to feel left out, I shifted my full attention to her warm small lips, tasting the remnants of the peach lip gloss she had been wearing earlier. Slowly, I let my mound slide down her slim pale thigh until our pelvises met in a steamy crescendo. Brian's hands, Lenora's taught breasts, seeing him mount her and feeling my swollen labia nearly bursting with passion and desire - the memory has faded now into a flesh collage of exhilarating sensations in the flickering amber candlelight. I'd frequently consumed too much alcohol to recall some of our escapades but this night, we'd stayed within reason - just enough to allow us to tread onto new ground without complete embarrassment. Lenora moaned into my hungry mouth as Brian thrusted her into a shivering orgasm. I thought I might faint in anticipation. Praying that he had not also passed the point of no return, I nibbled playfully at her taught nipples as Brian rolled over onto his back. Her musical laugh may have been in pleasure or perhaps a nervous self-consciousness at being the centre of such attention.

I looked over at Brian and could see from the firm strokes with which he touched himself that he was not far off himself. I left one hand cupped on Lenora's breast as I mounted his waiting shaft, standing firm and straight, like the guards at Buckingham palace. Lenora and Brian found each others' mouths and as rode him, I watched their tongues probing and teasing one another. He bit down on her lower lip and I heard her breath catch. She slowly sucked on his tongue and I felt his cock stiffen even more.

This was entirely too erotic and I began to lose my grip. My pussy tightened and suddenly became searing. If I didn't stop now, I wouldn't be able to. But then Brian began to moan and thrust, reaching for my hips and pulling me forcefully to meet his deepening plunges. I felt him coming, and could not suppress a scream as wash after wash of pleasure poured through me. Brian began to slow at this point but I begged him to continue, his slightly subdued thrusts feeding an extended orgasm that continued for well over two minutes. By the end of it, I was nearly in tears, unable to stop the exquisite fibrillations, feeling totally exposed as my two lovers watched on. Finally, it slowed enough for me to slip off into Lenora's arms. I could barely speak for the next few minutes, but laughed and shook my head at having such a wild climax, unlike anything I'd experienced (prior to and since that night).

Three friends. One night.... And one amazing unforgetable experience. I'm not sure that I ever topped that one.

2 Comments:

Blogger Bethanie Odd said...

Awsome post my friend. Very erotic. You should ponder the thought of getting into this genre as you were able to turn on the reader (ME) without soundling dirty. MMMM I loved it.


:D

7:38 AM  
Blogger Mindfull said...

Thanks for the warm (and moist?) complement! I'd be lying if I said I didn't get myself worked up in the process of recalling all the textures and senses of that night...

1:11 PM  

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