It’s Personal

Don’t get me wrong.  I’m not the kind of person who usually answers a
personal ad.  But it had been late, I couldn’t sleep, and it had been a
long time since I’d had a date, and, well, I’d always been a little bit
curious.

Moira and Jim’s ad had caught my eye - a couple looking for a single
woman to join them in bed.  And okay, so they were both pretty
good-looking.  He looked like he’d just stepped out of a J. Crew
catalog and she had hair down to her ass and tiny, dark-nippled breasts.

But now, sitting here in the bar where I’d agreed to meet them, it
didn’t seem like such a good idea anymore.  I sucked anxiously at my
martini and uncrossed and crossed my legs.

“Brandy,” a throaty voice behind me said.  I turned around and cleared
my throat.

“Yes, you must be Moira.” She was taller than I had imagined, but she
was even more beautiful than her picture.  She laughed and kissed my
cheek, the black satin of her blouse brushing against my skin. 

“Come with me.  Jim’s gotten us a booth, it’s a little more private.” 
She led me into a darkened corner, her ass twitching under her tight
skirt. 

Jim was absolutely gorgeous, a chiseled chin and tight muscles under
his shirt.  We sat down together and started to chat, small talk,
mostly, until I spilled my drink.

“I’m sorry,” I said.  “I’m just nervous.  It seems so odd that we all
know why we’re here.”

Moira and Jim laughed.  “Don’t be scared,” Jim said, leaning forward
and putting his arm around me so his fingers brushed against my breasts.

“Yeah, we don’t bite,” Moira said.  “Unless you want us to.”

“But maybe you’d be more comfortable back at our place?”

***

We sat on their couch, me in the middle, and I nervously sipped the
wine Jim had brought me.  “Your first threesome?” Moira asked me.

“Yeah,” I admitted.

“Well then let us do the work,” she said, and they both leaned in at
the same time and kissed my neck.  It was the strangest sensation, two
pairs of lips kissing my ears, my cheeks, four hands touching me,
stroking my breasts, pulling at my nipples through my blouse, sliding
up my skirt.  It made my head spin.

Jim pulled me towards him and kissed me, his tongue thrusting in and
out of my mouth as he placed my hand on his erection, and Moira stroked
her hand up my thigh until she found the heat of my pussy through my
stockings.  When he was done, he turned me to face Moira, and she bent
forward and kissed me.  She took my other hand and placed it on her
breast, so I could feel she had no bra on under her shirt.  “Pinch my
nipples,” she told me.  “I like that.”  I pinched them, feeling her
jerk under the pressure.  I loved the way her tits felt in my hands, so
soft and smooth.  The idea of tasting her was driving me wild.

They passed me back and forth like that for a while, until all three
of us were panting and topless.  “Shall we continue this in the
bedroom?” Jim asked.  I nodded.  Inside, they finished undressing me,
and then kissed each other as they took off their own clothes.

“Come here,” Moira beckoned to me, and we knelt in front of Jim.  His
cock was thick and long.  We took turns, sucking and licking his shaft
and balls, our tongues dueling around the head.  Jim stroked our hair
and smiled down at us. 

“Now you,” he said finally, and they laid me carefully on the bed and
started to make love to me.  They kissed my neck again, my shoulders,
and then they both bent and each took a nipple in their mouth, sucking
and biting until I started to moan and squirm under them.  Moira’s hand
slipped up my leg and she slid one finger slowly into my achingly wet
pussy.

Jim kept tonguing my breasts as Moira moved lower, massaging my clit
with her fingers, touching me so slowly and gently I thought I would
scream.  Finally she parted my legs and started to kiss my thighs, her
fingers still working a sweet frustration on my pussy, and then she
carefully took my clit between her lips and sucked on it gently.  I
cried out as I came, and Moira looked up and smiled.  Jim moved up and
offered me his cock, which I took in my mouth.  He started to thrust
slowly in and out between my lips, and Moira bent down to lick my clit
again.

I moaned around Jim’s shaft as he fucked my mouth carefully, pulling
out over the ridge at the head of his cock, and then sliding back in
again.  Moira’s tongue was doing a gentle dance on my clit, her fingers
ticking inside me, pressing against the sheath of my pussy.  As she
licked faster, Jim started to move faster, and I kept sucking, licking
along the head of his dick, my chin wet with saliva and pre-cum.  His
fingers were still tweaking my nipples, increasing my pleasure.

Moira pulled back and started strumming my clit with the tip of her
tongue, her fingers thrusting inside me like a tiny cock, as Jim jabbed
into my mouth with shorter and shorter strokes.  I shrieked around his
cock as Moira made me come again, pressing my hips against her mouth,
and then Jim groaned and I felt him coming, his cock throbbing between
my lips as his cum hit the back of my throat and I swallowed thirstily.

Jim pulled out and Moira moved to lie on top of me, kissing me
passionately, and tasting the remnants of Jim’s seed on my tongue. 
“Did you like that?” she asked.

I smiled shyly.  “Yes.” 

“Would you like to try it?”

As an answer, I slid my hand down between us and spread her legs,
feeling her wet and ready for me.  I knew I could return the favor.