That afternoon with Camila and Diego changed everything between us

What I had with Camila and Diego had become something serious over the last few months. Not serious in the sense of a relationship, but serious in terms of trust, in what we allowed ourselves to do the three of us together. Sometimes she would see one of us alone, but most of the time it was all three of us. I had already come to terms with my bisexual side without fighting it with her: I liked what Diego did with his mouth, and I liked what I did to him, feeling his cock pressed against my palate and looking at his face when he was close. That drove Camila wild. Watching us was almost part of the game, and when the two of us went after her together afterward, we gave her afternoons she wasn’t likely to forget.

That afternoon we were meeting at Diego’s place, as almost always. We rotated apartments on a whim, but his was the best suited: huge bed, huge shower, a living-room sofa where the three of us could lie down. It was our default fuck spot and we all knew it.

I got to the entrance at the same time as Camila. She was wearing ridiculously short shorts, a tank top, and white sneakers. She saw me from the corner and stopped to wait for me, sticking out her tongue and showing me her piercing as if that were the first thing she had to tell me. That way she had of greeting me, added to the clothes, was enough to make it obvious on me.

—You’re horny —I told her when I got there.

—I’m insanely horny —she answered.

The building door was ajar. We went into the lobby holding hands and gave each other a quick kiss before the elevator. While we waited, I tried to kiss her for real and she turned her face away just in time, leaving only the tip of her tongue to brush mine for a second. She laughed softly and grabbed my cock through my pants with an open hand.

—Wow. We haven’t even started and you’re already ready.

—And you came here determined to fuck with me.

—I came here to tease you —she shrugged—. You know I find it funny.

—We’ll see how funny you think it is now.

When the elevator doors closed, I pinned her against one of the walls and pressed myself hard against her. With one hand I took her wrists above her head and dragged my tongue along her neck, slowly, from her shoulder to behind her ear. She let out a low moan and her knees went weak for a second. That game of who was in charge and who obeyed we swapped all the time, and she loved losing sometimes. I lifted her shirt just enough to slip my hand underneath and found what I already expected: no bra at all. I brushed one nipple with my thumb and found it hard as a stone.

—No bra again —I murmured—. You came prepared.

I slid my hand down to the waistband of her shorts and slipped it inside. She wasn’t wearing panties either. She was soaked, and she confirmed that when I ran a finger between her folds and she gasped.

—And no panties either?

—No —she answered, grabbing the back of my neck and bringing my mouth to her ear—. That way it’ll be easier for you two to get my clothes off before fucking me.

The elevator stopped. Diego’s door was already open. I found him in the hallway, barefoot, in a T-shirt and shorts, waiting as if he knew exactly what time we’d arrive. I shut the door behind me and grabbed Camila by the waist before she could move forward, grinding myself against her ass while she kept the rhythm by moving her hips.

—You know what, Diego? She came with so much desire she didn’t put anything on underneath.

—Even better —he answered—. Come to the bedroom.

***

In the bedroom we went back to the position from the lobby. I held her by the waist against my chest, rubbing against her, kissing her neck, that spot that practically took her out of commission. Diego came up from the front, gave her a long kiss, and took off her shirt. He started eating her tits and I pulled her shorts down to mid-thigh. Camila let us do it, with her pants around her knees, her breasts bare, and her eyelids half-lowered.

We kept her like that for a good while. I was fingering and rubbing her cunt from behind, biting her nape, licking her ear. Diego pinched her nipples, bit her neck, alternating deep kisses with soft nips. Every so often Camila moaned, not moving much, waiting for what she knew was coming.

—Camila, that’s enough. Let’s fuck you already.

—Pleaaase —she said, drawing out the a.

Diego didn’t need anything else. He pulled down his pants, put a hand on her nape, and bent her forward. Camila took him in her mouth without letting go of him. The position didn’t seem comfortable—her standing there, bent at the waist—but she didn’t complain. I pulled her shorts down to her ankles, got behind her, and brushed her sex with the tip of my cock, teasing the entrance. I drove it all the way in at once and she let out a cry muffled by Diego’s cock.

—Mmmfff…!

Diego held her by the head and kept moving slowly, setting the pace in her mouth. I matched his rhythm, pushing from behind. We tried not to be rough. We managed to make her come twice before either of us did. We could hear her biting at Diego’s shaft, cutting herself off halfway through a moan, letting herself go.

—I’m gonna… —Diego warned—. I’m goooing to cum…

I stopped to give him room. He had her gripped by the hair. From the face he made and the final gasp, he filled her mouth completely. When he was done, he stepped aside. I took Camila’s shorts off all the way, pressed her down onto the mattress with my palms, and went back in from behind, this time in a more proper position. I sped up. Diego sat in the chair, recovering, watching us without blinking.

—Come on, come on —I told her, almost in her ear.

—Yessss, keep going, keep going!

She came again. I couldn’t hold out anymore. I ordered her to turn around and get on her knees. She did it with her tongue out, showing the piercing, that face of hers halfway between eager and mocking that always finished me off. I came between her lips and chin, almost all of it inside her mouth. When I opened my eyes, she was looking at me with her mouth closed, her face splattered, and a good-girl smile. She swallowed and kept running her tongue over my cock to clean me off.

When she stood up, she said:

—Fuck. One of the best you’ve given me.

—You didn’t want us to fuck you for real —I answered—. Mission accomplished.

***

Camila went to the bathroom. Diego and I sat on the living-room sofa with two cold beers. We talked little; both of us had that stupid, satisfied face beer gives you after sex. When she came back, her hair was wet, she had one of Diego’s T-shirts on, and nothing else. She leaned in, gave each of us a quick kiss, and sat between us. She started running her fingers over the tops of our pants, slowly, without pressure. Just reminding us she was still there.

Diego was the first to get up.

—Come on. Back to the bedroom.

Camila and I went after him. When we walked in, all three of us were already naked. She knelt in front of us and took both our cocks at the same time, alternating kisses on my mouth and Diego’s, playing with our tongues. Diego put a hand on her head and invited her down. Camila took him into her mouth and looked up at us, that mischievous half-smile on her face. My cock got hard again just from seeing her.

After a while she gestured for me to come closer. I knelt beside her. Camila spat on Diego’s cock and made it shine. She pushed it toward me. I hesitated for a second. It was the first time I was going to share a cock in my mouth with someone. The combination of knowing it was him, that she was there, and that the idea had been hers, turned me on more than anything else we’d ever come up with. I gave in. The taste of him mixed with her saliva was unlike anything I knew.

We stayed like that for quite a while, taking turns, pressing our mouths together around him, mixing saliva over the head of his cock and kissing between licks. Diego barely moved. His eyes were closed and his breathing was short.

—Stop —he said after a while—. I’ll cum if you keep going. Better keep going with my ass.

He turned around and got on all fours on the bed. I confess I was surprised, but it wasn’t the first time I’d licked ass. I had eaten Camila’s many times, almost always as foreplay. Camila started. She spat on it, pushed her tongue in, ran her hand down his back. I got beside her and we took turns as before. Sometimes she would work her tongue in while I bit one cheek; other times I would go in and she would caress my face, kiss my neck, tug gently at my hair. Diego rested his forehead on the mattress and breathed very hard.

—What, are we going to be licking his ass all night? —Camila said suddenly—. Or are you going to fuck it already?

I stayed silent. Diego answered for me, without moving.

—Come on, I’m ready. Put it in.

Camila stood up and opened a drawer in the cabinet beside the bed. She took out a bottle of lube, poured a generous amount into her hand, and started rubbing it over my cock while kissing me. Then she took care of Diego’s ass. She didn’t take long either. Diego was readier than the three of us.

—Come on, fuck me already, fuck.

I got behind him. I lined up the tip and pushed slowly. It went in with less resistance than I expected. I got all the way to the hilt, hips pressed to his ass, and stayed still for a couple of seconds. I eased out slowly until just the tip was left, then went back in. I repeated it, building rhythm. Camila had sat down in the chair and was touching herself, watching us.

—Fuck, watching you two makes me so horny. Keep going, keep going.

Within minutes I had a comfortable rhythm. I held Diego by the hips, looked at his back, listened to him breathe. I have to admit I enjoyed it. It wasn’t what I had imagined months earlier when I met them, but there I was.

—Come on… keep going… fuuuck…

—Diego, I can’t hold it…

—Cum, cum!

I drove my cock all the way in, felt the tension run through my entire body, and came inside him. I stayed lodged there for an instant, panting against his back. Diego straightened up without pulling away, pressed his back to my chest, slid a hand to the back of my neck and left it there. We stayed like that for a few seconds until I heard Camila finish too. I carefully slipped out and we both went to wash up in turns.

***

When I came back into the bedroom, I saw that Diego’s cock was still hard. He hadn’t finished. I met his gaze and he, with that boyish expression of his when he has an idea, said:

—Hey, I’m still like this. You’re not going to leave me hanging, are you?

Camila and he looked at each other. I understood right away where this was going, and I started to feel my heart somewhere else in my body.

—There’s an ass here nobody’s touched yet —Camila said slowly, walking toward me—. About time.

She pushed me gently until I fell back onto the bed. She got on top without putting her weight on me and started kissing me on the mouth and neck. She got me hard again, working me with her hand. She gave me time and at the same time didn’t. Diego came over and sat on the edge of the mattress, watching us.

—Get on all fours —he said, just like that.

—I’ve never done that before —I blurted out, and I noticed my voice trembled a little.

—I’ll go slow. Trust me.

I didn’t fully trust him, but for some reason I obeyed. I got into position and Diego moved in front of me. He offered me his cock and I took it into my mouth to distract myself. Camila appeared behind me and started eating my ass slowly, alternating tongue and fingers, coating me with lube. While she did that, she licked my balls and went back again, playing with her own hand. Little by little I got used to the sensation. Diego held my head without pressing, letting me set the pace.

When I had been like that for a good while, Diego told me to stop. He went around the bed, got behind me, spat on me, and started teasing the tip at my entrance.

—Go slow, please. It’s my first time.

—Relax. I told you already. Relax.

My pulse was racing. I tried to let the air out, open my chest, let go. I felt him push in very slowly. It hurt, I’m not going to lie. I held in a groan.

—Ahhh, slow, slow…

Camila slid under me. She kissed my face, stroked my cheek, took my cock into her mouth with a softness that contrasted with what Diego was doing behind me. Diego worked his way in halfway and stayed like that for a good while, entering and leaving just enough. The initial pain faded and, at some point I couldn’t locate, I stopped thinking.

—Fuck —I murmured—. Fuck…

—Keep going?

—Keep going.

When he pushed his cock all the way in, it was a sharp удар. I let out a cry that sounded louder than I expected. He gripped my hips and started moving for real, slow at first and then more decisively. Camila hadn’t stopped below. I could feel her mouth going up and down and Diego’s cock entering and leaving, and for a moment everything blended into one sensation unlike anything I knew.

—Gooood… I’m gonna cum.

—Cum in my mouth —Camila murmured, without taking it out.

I came between her lips in a long, deep, different orgasm. While I was going over, she kept moving her tongue, and Diego kept pushing, and all of it at once was almost too much. He held on a few seconds more, pulled out carefully, and came over my back with a couple of final shudders.

I stayed motionless, cheek against the mattress and legs still open. My whole body felt stunned. Camila came out from underneath and lay down beside me, stroking my face and kissing my forehead. Diego appeared with a damp cloth and cleaned my back without saying anything, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

—Are you okay? —he asked after a while.

It took me a moment to answer.

—I’m okay.

Camila chuckled softly against my neck. Diego switched off the small lamp at the headboard and lay down on my other side. My first time was over, and even then I knew, without needing to say it out loud, that it wasn’t going to be the last.