My First Threesome
Date Friday, March 29, 2024 - 12:29 AM PST
Topic Experiences


I know exactly where my breasts are. Without looking and barely even thinking about it, I can fondle to my little heart's content. But the first time I was faced with cupping another woman's breasts, I lost my capability to hone in and hold lovingly those wonderfully soft mounds of flesh. To turn my hands away from myself instead of toward was to render them useless--or so it seemed to me at the time.

I still had an idea of what should feel good to her, but the practice of it was much harder than the thought. I could probably claim some distraction at the man's face buried between my legs, but I have a feeling I would have been just as clumsy with my female counterpart even if I wasn't so busy moaning in pleasure because at the brilliant maneuvering of his tongue.

I had been thinking--fantasizing--about being with a woman since the first time I kissed one a few years ago, but I still found myself surprised at the foreign-ness of it all. I never second-guessed myself in my fantasies before, but I suppose I never thought of the logistics of it all, either. I already knew that the kisses were softer and her mouth would be smaller than I was used to. What I hadn't anticipated was how different it would be to hold someone else's breast than my own. I hadn't realized how things would change when I could wrap my arms completely around her. (It certainly makes for a different approach when running your nails down someone's back!)

When I finally worked up the courage to let my hand wander all the way down and between her legs, I gained a new appreciation for what men go through with women. There were three of us tangled together that night, so I only had so much room in which to do my work. My hand was at a funny angle and I was afraid of using too much pressure or being too boring in my stroke, but the continuation of the noises we were all making assured me that I wasn't messing anything up, at least.

Combine all of my nervousness and uncertainty over what to do to this woman with that fact that there was a man present--another person to pay attention to and please. At least I knew what to do with men; and he sure knew what to do with women, too! I still shudder with phantom pleasure waves when I think about that night--not just for the feeling of our breasts pressed together as we kissed or only for the feeling of being filled by him after what seemed like hours of forepley--no, I shudder when I remember the vibe of the entire night. They were a couple, and though I wasn't a part of that relationship, they never made me feel secluded (a huge fear I previously held about threesomes). Though we found ourselves laughing at various times that night, I never felt silly or stupid for being a novice because we all laughed together.

At times, I think maybe I should have given a little more that night, but I'm relatively sure they were happy with everything. They were great teachers, and I hope to be able to learn more from them in the future. I'd like a chance to show them that I can do more, but even if I never get that chance, I'm happy to have had my first threesome with them. In much the same way I will never forget the guy I lost my virginity to, neither will I forget the first couple I lost it to.
Remember when the board crashed for a few days and we lost the content of those down days? Probably not--that was a few years ago. At any rate, I posted an article under a pseudonym that was lost in the void of that crash, and well, this isn't the time or place to explain the use of the pseudonym, but I've been meaning to repost the article for some time. My first, and only, threesome was a wonderful experience, and I want to share it as me this time.
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