In honor of her birthday this Wednesday, we decided to write a story about a tryst with our friend Jilly Boyd. It hasn’t happened – yet – but it’s something that has been on all three of our minds lately. If you don’t know of Jilly and her blog, you should visit posthaste. Don’t let the fact that she’s but twenty years old and a virgin sway you; her writing talents belie her youth, and her stories are some of the most erotic we’ve come across. In November, she wrote a blog post that we inspired. And yesterday, in response to this story – which wasn’t even completed yet – she wrote a pre-emptive response to our story about the yet-to-occur tryst and posted it to her blog. Although Jilly’s take on the fun is hotter than ours could ever possibly be, we humbly present an alternate take on our eventual first meeting.
The first night of our visit, we meet you at a nearby pub for drinks and conversation. We find the place packed with drinkers and pick-up artists, but luck is on our side and we manage to snag a small table in a quiet corner away from the bar itself. There we sit and talk excitedly for awhile before you and Jill send me to fetch refreshments. After wading through the thicket of humanity on the way to the bar I order our drinks and return to the table with your Pinot Noir, Jill’s vodka cranberry, and my straight whisky.
I settle into an empty chair and join the conversation between you and Jill. It seems you and she aren’t wasting time with the usual mindless boring getting-to-know-you chit-chat, as we already know each other very well. We are familiar with your personal life, as are you with ours. We’ve already compared likes and dislikes, we know each other’s hopes and dreams, and we’ve even seen each other naked. So I’d say that we know each other quite well, and I presume that it’s for this reason that you and Jill have skipped past the general pleasantries and are now discoursing about sex. But you aren’t discussing the length and breadth of your sexual experience, nor your fantasies, nor even which of your vibrators is the most reliable when you are looking to get off in a hurry. We know all of that already. Instead, you and Jill are planning a course of action for once we leave the bar.
“We can walk back to our hotel,” Jill is saying. “It isn’t very far from here. If you want, you can stay the night.” You indicate enthusiastically that you like this idea, and from there the conversation gets quite explicit, with the three of us brainstorming possibilities for once the clothing is doffed. Jill mentions her and I kissing every inch of your body. You mention sharing hungry kisses with Jill while I take turns fucking both of you. I mention both your mouth and Jill’s simultaneously driving me to the most exquisite orgasm imaginable. All three ideas sound wonderful, and with a week of excitement and fun ahead of us we are aroused to consider what else may be in store.
After three rounds we find ourselves walking the crowded streets of West End. We are so horny that we barely notice the chill in the air. As we cross Leicester Square the cinemagoers’ heads turn at the sight of my two beautiful companions, each undoubtedly wishing they were tagging along on our night of debauchery. After a brisk twenty-minute hike we arrive at our hotel and take the elevator – sorry, it’s a lift, isn’t it? – up to our floor. Walking down the hall I wonder if my heartbeat is audible to either you or Jill; it certainly sounds deafening in my own ears. I’m surely not the only one whose heart is booming, thundering even, in advance of the adventures that await on the other side of our hotel room door.
We enter the room, dark save for a small desk lamp that casts a faint, romantic glow. Jill sets her coat and her purse down on a comfortable armchair, and you do the same. Beaming with anticipation, you linger beside the super king bed, obviously unsure how to get things started, and that’s when Jill and I move to flank you, one on either side. As we take turns kissing you passionately, our hands explore. Seeking warmth, mine make thier way into your weater, finding full, delicious breasts within. At the same time, Jill’s hand sneaks into the waistband of your skirt. There she finds your pussy very wet and in need of attention. As my fingers tease and prod your nipples, Jill grazes your clit. You continue turning your head from side to side, your mouth yielding to each of ours in turn. Finally I make my way from your lips to the back of your neck, savoring the taste of your flesh on my tongue as Jill continues to pleasure you.
Eventually you stop us just long enough to remove your clothes and discard them on the floor. We behold and admire your nakedness even as you are helping us to remove our own clothing. Then, after gently setting you down on the bed and joining you on either side, we resume kissing you as before. This time, without the hindrance of our clothing to impede us, Jill moves away from your mouth, and I away from your neck. I find my way to those full, delicious breasts I’d earlier felt, and as my lips close around a firm, excited nipple you exhale joyfully. Meanwhile my wife’s lips leave a trail down your delicate throat, along your shoulders and over your hips. As she kisses and laps at your soft, warm thighs I am moving from one nipple to the other, raising each to hard, pointy peaks.
When you reach down to grip Jill’s locks of chestnut hair, I realize that she has settled in between your thighs, drinking from the well of sweetness. I’m excited, and I want to watch her tongue work its magic but the sounds you’re making tell me that I mustn’t vary my rhythm even slightly, much less stop what I’m doing long enough to turn my head. So I keep plugging along, caressing your aching, pleading nipples between my lips as Jill puts first one, then two and then finally three fingers inside you. I can tell when she finds your G-spot, because the sounds you make are clearly not sounds you expected her to get out of you. I know that you’re nearing climax – G-spot stimulation frequently means it’s usually right around the corner, at least in my experience – and I take my lips off of your nipples and quickly move them to your mouth. We enjoy a long, slow kiss, one interrupted only by the fire of your orgasm. Your moans are erotic in their confidence, and it’s only when I hear Jill enjoying a very noisy climax that I understand she was getting herself off as she was getting you off.
When Jill comes up for air her face is shiny with your wetness. She heads straight for your mouth, letting you taste yourself on her lips. As she lies across your body your tongues dance together and it occurs to me that if I don’t do anything about the tremendous, throbbing erection I’m sporting, the lack of blood flow to my brain is going to cause permanent damage. I move around to the foot of the bed and position myself behind Jill, stroking my cock against her dewy lips before plunging within. Your kisses become deeper, more ferocious as I drive into her, and my fingers press into her hips with enough force to turn her flesh white. Then, without warning, I withdraw and quickly enter you, burying myself in your depths as far as I can go. I give you the same few thrusts Jill received earlier, and then I’m back inside of her. As the process continues I realize that you are diddling Jill’s clit, and she is doing the same to yours.
Your breathing quickens as I switch from your available, dripping-wet orifice to Jill’s and, not wanting to cum until both you and my wife have gotten yours, I slow my rhythm. Now my movements are slower, more deliberate and sensual, as are the salacious sounds coming from you and Jill. As I slip into you again, I feel Jill’s fingers working you toward another climax, and the urge to go for my own is almost overwhelming. But I mind my pace and it isn’t long before my patience is rewarded. As your pussy clenches around my cock you announce your climax in between desperate, shallow breaths. Your breaths become moans, When you are once again relaxed you kiss Jill deeply, luxuriating in the feel of her hands travelling your body. Then I slip inside of her to enjoy her own climax which – thanks to your skilled fingers – isn’t very far off.
You and Jill lie entwined for a moment, a sweaty tangle of limbs still very much at play. Standing beside the bed, I’m content to watch for awhile, letting my arousal build. But the two of you have other ideas. “It’s your turn,” Jill says, and gets on her hands and knees to take my cock into her mouth. As she does you scramble into the same position, vying for a taste. I place my left hand in Jill’s hair and my right in yours, guiding your efforts.
Your two tongues and four lips provoke me as the sight of your bodies and the thoughts of sounds, smells and tastes still fresh in my mind propel me rapidly to my own sexual crescendo. All at once my knees buckle and my grip tightens in your hair as I finally explode, an audible gasp escaping not only your lips but Jill’s as well. A warm, hungry mouth swallows my cock to its base; I can’t tell whose it is, but soon I feel another attentive pair of lips and an energetic tongue kissing and licking me clean. The jolts of pleasure coursing through my brain grow more intense, almost unbearable, and when they subside I look down to see Jill licking a spot of cum off of your lovely cheek.
Spent at long last, the three of us collapse on the bed, hoping for a few hours’ sleep. After a moment, your voice cuts through the post-coital silence: “So what do you guys want to do tomorrow?”
Ahem..
Well…
*cough cough*
Wow…
~shoes~
Smoking hot. Lovely fantasy. 🙂
Sounds like it would be a fun time.
Well, if there was ever a fine way to start my morning, it would be this one. God, that was smoking hot.
Thank you for writing this especially for me! I feel immensely flattered, and immensely aroused by all of this.
And, one day… we’ll do it. All of it.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Jilly (with eternal gratitude)
Thank you all for the feedback! Glad to hear that our story was enjoyed.
Jilly: Another happy (belated) birthday to you!