Date: Tue, 25 Jan 2022 15:43:51 +0100
From: Kachar Ricuchi <kacharricuchi@gmail.com>
Subject: Cindy, Laura and I: a threesome 44

LIV/44

Cindy was enjoying very much my full-sized Kamilla cock. I was very deep
into her with my balls pressing strong on her vulva. I was oozing loads,
but under all of the wrapping. Laura kept a close eye on lubrication,
adding gel and spreading Cindy's glutes to keep it well open for me and
my big cock. Laura was hard with a shiny tip. She might be very close to
erupting herself. I told Laura to lie down under Cindy's doggy stance,
cock pointing up. Once she was there, I asked her to fuck Cindy while I
pushed her towards her cock. Laura was ready to aim and easily insert her
cock to the very depths of Cindy's vagina. We were taking Cindy from
both sides; she trembled and panted in the excitement our cocks provoked
in her insides. Laura and I had our sights locked, intensely staring at
each other, as if waiting for a grimacing or ecstatic reaction in our
faces when both our tips of our cocks would touch. They would not really
touch, but as I encouraged Laura to push, push hard, push harder, we
could feel the end of our long cocks getting close amidst the phenomenal
panting Cindy was voicing as we strived with our forceful penetration;
and after the panting came her words: "Come in, come in my girls, oh
god, I love you girls, give me your cocks deep". I could not push
anymore, I was at the deepest possible. My pressure on her was very
strong enhanced by my hands gripped at her hips. How could she possibly
want more of it inside? Laura was looking at me with the same face of
surprise, with her hands spread big on Cindy's cheeks, continuing to
open them so that I not only could continue to slide in an out easily my
wide cock, but giving me the full view of my larger than life cock and it
performed its fantastic penetration into Cindy's very dilated anus. I
was about to come... I needed to wait a bit, wait for Cindy. I went on to
softly plant the tip of my middle finger on Cindy's clit. I was already
somewhat swollen, but the dizzy, circular movements on its soft bulge
started its further engrossment. Where would I come? I had not thought of
that: I would surely come strong, with plenty of semen I sensed and it
would flood the insides of my contraption, certainly overflowing it,
covering my compacted, small balls. Meanwhile, Cindy's ass would remain
relatively dry, hindering my penetration and somewhat hurting her. Not
sure I liked that. I decided to swiftly slide out, causing Cindy to
express surprise. I quickly removed the contraption, which slid out
easily leaving a glistening and wet, very engrossed cock. My cock under
the fake layers had enlarged quite a lot, or was it an optical trick? Now
I was free to lay all my cum in Cindy's ass. With no time to lose, as
Cindy was already moaning in complaint -- though Laura had not stopped
pushing her cock into her vagina- I slid again in, bare, moist, hardened,
engrossed, very swift and very deep. Cindy acknowledged my presence again
deep inside her by letting out a long howl of pleasure, and I got back
again to the sensations I was feeling just before dismissing my fake
cock, just that now they were enhanced by the contact of skin to flesh.
My middle finger returned to Cindy's clit, still swollen and hard, which
I imagined reddish and glowing. On a closer look, when I had the tip of
my tongue swirling on it in previous encounters, I could sense the
hardening, reddish tip that would lift the soft hood. And then when I had
asked her to take me from behind, I had felt around my anus the hard tip
of that clit as she pushed as deep as she could so that it seemed to take
new dimensions and softly just peek inside me.

I came with heavy ropes of white semen flying around at the thought of
enduring the groin contact I had had with Cindy in class. I made a mess
of that shower, which is not usual. I mean, I had masturbated before in
it but with less of a mess. This time there was semen spread everywhere,
on its walls and floor. As I came I had swung my hips cock strong in my
hand, swirling the semen in the air. Imagine all that semen flowing in
Cindy's vagina! I would have surely overflowed fast, leaking down our
legs. But that was not going to happen anytime soon. But with Cindy, or
rather thinking about her and fantasizing about us, got me always in a
different gear. I wondered what Cindy had done after the session. She
seemed very horny; after all, she had kept pushing her pubis against my
hardened cock. My guess is that she would have gone back to the changing
room, removed her clothes and find a way to finish what we had started in
class. I imagined that Cindy would have no problem finding help. I mean
that she probably found it easy to find girls that would lick her pussy
and make her come. Naked and sweaty she would wander, very relaxed,
comfortable with her body, swinging her arms around, with eyes slightly
closed. An internal hum would give her the rhythm to swing around. She
knew that before she hit the showers, she needed to hit the high orgasm
she had brewed with me. She was really looking for some cute girl among
the many girls that could satisfy her. It did matter that she was
pleasing to her. She normally would close her eyes as girl lapped at her
folds and clit. But in one crucial moment, at the moment she wanted deep
tongue inside her, she would open her eyes and observe the girl and her
wet mouth. She would call her, let her see her own tongue, and smile to
the girl. She would sit on a bench, her back on a wall with her legs wide
open, her long labia dangling open, the clit free as she draw the hood up
with one finger and pressed her pubis with the hand, and the full opening
of her vagina clear for anyone to see. The girl she had chosen would be
waiting mesmerized by the openness of the vulva and the swelling of her
parts, those parts against which I had bumped and pressed. I had helped
achieve their present flowering state; as I had come, I had imagined my
cock free from my legging bumping against the open rosy flower free, as
if we had been naked in class. I felt how my shaft, engrossed by the
friction, had found room between her soft folds as we had pushed against
each other. The tip of my cock would be in the open, free, all the
sensation coming from my long shaft. Neither of us had the will to use
our hands, yet, as our arms were open to the space, face to face in
triangle. But the hands really wanted to be useful. She went first, with
the tips of her fingers of her lower arm, detaching it from the earth,
and softly rounding my swollen glans, which was not free anymore but
cuddled by her. I then took the fingers of my upper arm, descending from
the very top, detaching it from the sky, and its tips set off to find the
bits of labia that protruded from the pressure we had at the groin.
Softly my fingers hovered from her fleshy swollen labia to her empty
perineum and then slowly moved to the space of her anus, for which I had
to burrow with my longer middle finger under the protuberant mass of
glutes that were tightly pressed against each other. I brought the
wetness of her labia to the dryness of her hole. Time froze, cock and
hand and vulva and hand pressed for a long time as we relaxed in Yoga
fashion and we nurtured each other in our erotic feelings.

PS 18. She sought and found. She did not go far. She charmed our upstairs
neighbor, to whom she explained well what she, we, wanted. I knew Alice
well as she was an occasional Yoga student at our place, and with whom we
share the care of our cats. We practiced together but I did not know her
body well: she wore baggy clothes for yoga so I had no idea of the size
of her chest or her bum. For my wife it would be a fantastic discovery.
She would go first. I waited patiently.