That Afternoon with Camila and Diego Changed Everything Between Us

What I had with Camila and Diego had become something serious over the past few months. Not serious in the sense of being a couple, but serious in terms of trust, in what the three of us allowed ourselves to do together. Sometimes she would meet with one of us separately, but most of the time it was all three of us. I had already accepted my bisexual side without fighting it: I liked what Diego did with his mouth, and I liked what I did to him, feeling his cock pressed against my palate and watching his face when he was about to come. Camila got incredibly turned on by that. Watching us was practically part of the game, and when the two of us attacked her at the same time afterward, we gave her afternoons that weren't easily forgotten.

That afternoon we'd arranged to meet at Diego's place, as usual. We rotated apartments on a whim, but his was the most suitable: huge bed, huge shower, and a living-room sofa the three of us could lie on. It was our default fuck pad, and we all knew it.

I arrived at the building entrance at the same time as Camila. She was wearing ridiculously short shorts, a camisole, and white sneakers. She saw me from the corner and waited for me, sticking out her tongue and showing me her piercing as if it were the first thing she had to tell me. That way of greeting me, combined with what she was wearing, was enough to make my erection start showing.

—You're coming eager —I said when I reached her.

—I'm coming very, very eager —she replied.

The building door was ajar. We entered the lobby holding hands and exchanged a quick kiss before the elevator. While we waited, I tried to kiss her properly, but she turned her face away just in time, leaving only the tip of her tongue for it to brush against mine for a second. She giggled softly and grabbed my bulge with her open hand.

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

—And you're coming here planning to tease the hell out of me.

—I feel like provoking you —she shrugged—. You know it amuses me.

—We'll see how amusing you find it now.

When the elevator doors closed, I pinned her against one of the walls and pressed my whole body against hers. I held her wrists above her head with one hand and ran my tongue slowly along her neck, from her shoulder to behind her ear. She let out a muffled moan, and her knees went weak for a moment. We traded that game of who was in charge and who obeyed constantly, and she loved losing from time to time. I lifted her shirt just enough to slip my hand underneath and found what I had expected: no bra, nothing. I brushed one nipple with my thumb and found it as hard as a rock.

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

I lowered my hand to the waistband of her shorts and slipped it inside. She wasn't wearing panties either. Her pussy was soaked, as I confirmed when I ran a finger between her lips and a moan escaped her.

—No panties, either?

—No —she answered, grabbing the back of my neck and bringing my mouth close to her ear—. That way it'll be easier for you two to strip me before you fuck me.

The elevator stopped. Diego's door was already open. I found him in the entryway, barefoot, wearing a T-shirt and shorts, waiting as if he knew the exact time we'd arrive. I closed the door behind me and grabbed Camila by the waist before she could move forward, rubbing myself against her ass while she kept time by moving her hips.

—You know what, Diego? She came so eager she didn't put anything on underneath.

—Even better —he replied—. Go into the bedroom.

***

In the bedroom we returned to the position we'd taken in the lobby. I held her by the waist against my chest, rubbing myself against her and kissing her neck, the spot that practically reduced her to helplessness. Diego approached her from the front, gave her a long kiss, and took off her shirt. He started eating her breasts while I pulled her shorts down to mid-thigh. Camila let us do whatever we wanted, her pants around her knees, her breasts bare, her eyelids half closed.

We kept her like that for quite a while. I masturbated her pussy from behind, bit the nape of her neck, and ran my tongue over her ear. Diego pinched her nipples, bit her neck, and alternated deep kisses with gentle nips. Camila moaned every now and then, barely moving, waiting for what she knew was coming.

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

—Pleeease —she said, drawing out the vowel.

Diego needed no more. He lowered his pants, put one hand on the back of her neck, and bent her forward. Camila took his cock into her mouth without letting go. The position didn't look comfortable—her standing, bent at the waist—but she didn't complain. I pulled her shorts down to her ankles, positioned myself behind her, and brushed her pussy with the tip of my cock, playing with her entrance. I shoved it all the way in at once, and a scream escaped her, muffled by Diego's cock.

—Mmmfff…!

Diego held her head and kept moving slowly, setting the pace in her mouth. I matched his rhythm, thrusting from behind. We tried not to be rough. We made her come twice before either of us did. We heard her bite down on Diego's shaft, stop herself halfway through a moan, and give in to it.

—I'm going to come… —Diego warned—. I'm cumming…

I stopped to give him room. He had her by the hair. Judging by the look on his face and his final gasp, he filled her entire mouth. When he finished, he moved aside. I removed Camila's shorts completely, braced her against the mattress with her palms, and began thrusting from behind again, this time in a more decent position. I sped up. Diego sat in the chair, recovering, watching us without blinking.

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

—Yeeees, keep going, keep going!

She came again. I couldn't hold back any longer. I told her to turn around and get on her knees. She did it with her tongue out, displaying her piercing, wearing that look 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 spattered and a good-girl smile on her lips. 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 ever given me.

—You didn't want us to really fuck you —I replied—. Mission accomplished.

***

Camila went to the bathroom. Diego and I sat on the living-room sofa with two cold beers. We didn't talk much; we both wore that stupid, satisfied expression that beer gives you after sex. When she returned, her hair was wet, and she was wearing one of Diego's shirts and nothing else. She leaned over, gave each of us a quick kiss, and sat between us. She began running her fingers slowly over our pants, without applying pressure. Just reminding us that she was still there.

Diego was the first to stand.

—Come on. Back to the bedroom.

Camila and I followed him. By the time the three of us entered, we were already naked. She knelt in front of us and took both cocks at once, alternating kisses on my mouth and Diego's, playing with our tongues. Diego put a hand on her head and invited her downward. Camila took him into her mouth and looked up at us with that mischievous half-smile. My cock hardened again just from watching her.

After a while she gestured for me to come closer. I knelt beside her. Camila spat on Diego's cock and left it glistening. 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, knowing she was there, and knowing the idea had been hers turned me on more than anything else we'd ever thought of. I accepted. His taste mixed with her saliva was different from anything I knew.

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

—Stop —he said after a while—. I'll come if you keep going. Better move on to my ass.

He turned around and got on all fours on the bed. I confess it surprised me, but it wasn't the first time I'd eaten an ass. I'd eaten Camila's many times, almost always as an appetizer. Camila started. She spat on it, slipped her tongue inside, and ran her hand over his back. I got beside her, and we took turns as before. Sometimes she slipped her tongue in while I bit his butt cheek; sometimes I did it while she stroked my face, kissed my neck, and gently tugged my hair. Diego rested his forehead on the mattress and breathed heavily.

—What, are we going to suck his ass the whole time? —Camila suddenly said—. Or are you going to fuck him already?

I fell 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 began spreading it over my cock while kissing me. Then she attended to Diego's ass. That didn't take long either. Diego was readier than any of us.

—Come on, fuck, fuck me already.

I positioned myself behind him. I set the tip against him and pushed slowly. It went in with less resistance than I expected. I reached all the way in, my hips pressed against his buttocks, and stayed still for a couple of seconds. I withdrew slowly until only the tip remained, then entered again. I repeated the motion, picking up the pace. Camila had sat down in the chair and was touching herself as she watched us.

—Fuck, it turns me on so much watching you two. Keep going, keep going.

After a few minutes I had found a comfortable rhythm. I held Diego by the hips, watched his back, and listened to the way he breathed. I admit I enjoyed it. It wasn't what I'd imagined months earlier when I met them, but there I was.

—Come on… keep going… fuuuck…

—Diego, I can't hold back…

—Come, come!

I drove my cock all the way in, felt tension run through my entire body, and came inside him. I stayed joined to him for a moment, panting against his back. Diego straightened without separating, pressed his back against my chest, put a hand on the back of my neck, and left it there. We stayed that way for a few seconds until I heard Camila come too. I pulled out carefully, and the two of us went to wash up in turns.

***

When I returned to the bedroom, I saw that Diego's cock was still hard. He hadn't finished. Our eyes met, and he said, with that look of a boy who'd just had an idea:

—Hey, I've still got it like this. You're not going to leave me hanging, are you?

Camila and he looked at each other. I immediately understood where this was going, and I began to feel my heartbeat somewhere else in my body.

—There's one ass nobody's touched yet —Camila said slowly, coming toward me—. It was about time.

She pushed me gently until I fell onto my back on the bed. She climbed on top without putting her weight on me and began kissing my mouth and neck. She brought me hard again, teasing me with her hand. She gave me time and didn't give me time at the same time. Diego came over and sat on the edge of the mattress, watching us.

—Get on all fours —he said, simply.

—I've never done it —I blurted out, noticing that my voice was trembling slightly.

—I'll go slowly. Trust me.

I didn't completely trust him, but for some reason I obeyed. I got into position, and Diego moved around to the front. He offered me his cock, and I took it into my mouth to distract myself. Camila appeared behind me and began eating my ass slowly, alternating between her tongue and fingers, coating me with lube. While she did it, 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 we'd been like that for quite a while, Diego told me to stop. He circled the bed, positioned himself behind me, spat on me, and began playing with the tip at my entrance.

—Go slowly, please. It's my first time.

—Relax. I told you. Just relax.

My pulse was racing. I tried to let out my breath, open my chest, let myself go. I felt him push very slowly. It hurt, I won't lie. I held back a moan.

—Ahhh, slowly, slowly…

Camila moved underneath me. She kissed my face, stroked my cheek, and took my cock into her mouth with a gentleness that contrasted with what Diego was doing behind me. Diego advanced halfway in and stayed there for quite a while, moving in and out just enough. The initial pain gradually faded, and at some point I couldn't have pinpointed, I stopped thinking.

—Fuck —I murmured—. Fuck…

—Should I keep going?

—Keep going.

When he pushed his cock all the way in, it was a sharp, solid impact. I let out a cry that sounded louder than I expected. He gripped my hips and began moving in earnest, slowly at first and then with more resolve. Camila hadn't stopped below me. I could feel her mouth moving up and down and Diego's cock entering and withdrawing, and for a moment everything blended into one sensation unlike anything I had ever known.

—Goddd… I'm going to come.

—Come in my mouth —Camila murmured without taking it out.

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

I stayed motionless, my cheek against the mattress and my legs still open. My body was dazed. Camila came out from underneath me and lay down pressed against my side, 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 fine.

Camila giggled softly against my neck. Diego turned off the small bedside light and lay down on my other side. My first time was over, and even then I knew, without needing to say it aloud, that it wouldn't be my last.