Date: Mon, 21 Sep 2020 15:05:47 +0100
From: Kachar Ricuchi <kacharricuchi@gmail.com>
Subject: Cindy, Laura and I: a threesome 23 - Thanks!

XXXIV

That shriek. A discrete cry of joy. I was all pleasure, all horniness.
One more, another, longer this time, slightly louder. Then some panting
from afar. They were both enjoying it, careless to how exposed they were,
naked, erect, aroused, outdoors, to be easily spotted by a neighbor. To
be felt deeply from under, like me listening to every breath, watching
every move, feeling every push. They were truly enjoying it as the face
of my upstairs girl clearly showed with the glistening sweat giving her
an aura of ecstasy. I continued with my own wet ministrations, one hand
on my breast and fingers pinching its nipple, and the other gripping with
urgency my very hard dick. I could hear but could not see what was going
on. I was imagining it and I would bet it all, my hot body, that her
friend was taking her fully, deeply from behind, helped by her hands
grabbing her waist and not losing any momentum to slide in deep into her.
It sure was a fast penetration, they were prepared; it was a fast
fucking, she was very wet. I imagined the foreplay in her room where her
ass would have been thoroughly licked and carefully penetrated by the tip
of her friend's tongue. I imagined it, I sensed it, and it got me more
aroused. That is how I like it myself, and now I longed for someone to do
it for me. I wanted to loudly whisper to her "I want you inside me. Come
down to me. Come down with me". I had to control myself not to come on my
flower. Even Though the two lovers seemed to be enjoying their love
making and seemed to languish in the pleasure wanting it to continue I
could not take it anymore. My girl upstairs was slowly oozing cum
resisting well to exploding to the work of her hand stroking her cock and
to her lover's hand helping her as he pushed well inside her. Both hands
sliding back and forth on the engorged cock was enough for me; the drop
that kicked my cock into spasms, sending amazingly thick jets of my sperm
all over me. Not one landed on the flower. Heck, I could hardly
concentrate. I did not reach for the rose on time. Damn.

It was a warm evening when I was telling this tale of my first
experiences as a trans woman. Laura and Cindy were enraptured by the
outdoor antics of my upstairs friend. It was the first time for Laura,
and certainly the first for Cindy, to hear this particular story of a
young Claire as she made her way into the adult world. My love for my
naked Yoga sessions was not a new thing; not even the erotic pleasure
that it sprang in me each time I had my routine. They were aware of that.
Laura had enjoyed the burst of my erotic pleasure with myself as many sex
sessions would follow our Yoga: her own pleasure would be attracted to
mine, we would join into one big erotic women-jam. While Cindy had sensed
those high levels of body arousal in me as she observed me closely, my
body, my face and, yes, those hard nipples and sometimes bulging crotch,
in class and after; surely, I sensed very much the same vibes in them
(Yoga has that effect of most practitioners -many just do not recognize
them) and I did not hesitate to engage to let it all out with Laura; with
Cindy I kept it under control, until Laura decided unilaterally to let it
all flow, starting from her end of erotic feelings for Cindy, and created
this vortex of our three streams of erotic arousal blending and mixing in
a whirpool of carnal sensations that had kept us very alive the last
three weeks. Tonight, naked on the sofas, drinking our second bottle of
wine, our legs intertwined, our breasts spread in contact with backs and
arms, became storytelling night. Cindy had just asked who had been my
first girl. I started then telling the story of my first girl, my
upstairs neighbor of whom I did not know much for the first three weeks:
I was aware and very attracted to her but knew not her name, nor physical
shape; I could not recognize her in the hallway until that early morning
in which her face grimacing in the pleasure she was sensing from the cock
she was taking from behind protruded from her deck beamed to me in all
her radiance.

Then Cindy, already a little tipsy, begged: "Please girls, play the scene
for me!". Oh girl!