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We text often, sharing fantasies, sexy photos, bringing each other to orgasm with tiny typed out letters on screens the size of our palms. On one such occasion, she told me she wanted him to fuck her mouth while I fucked her from behind. I’d just received my new strap-on in the mail, and we wondered about all the different ways we could use it on each other. She described her fantasy to me in detail, how it would make her feel, how hard it would make her come.

It was an impromptu visit, not one of the planned out dates with the three of us, and so the usual elaboration of our scene was diminished. It was vanilla sex really. Really hot vanilla sex. The kind that leaves you breathless, a sheet of sweat coating your skin, the kind that leaves the toes of your left foot curled and clenched.

We laid our heads in his lap and began to lick him, his thighs, the tip of his cock, swirling around it to bring him to life. Our tongues touched and we smiled at each other quietly. We stole kisses around his shaft as he leaned back into the pillows with a contented sigh. When we suck his cock together, we are slow and deliberate, soft, sensual; we make eye contact and move in tandem like choreographed dancers.

I leaned back for a moment and watched her take him into her mouth, her plump lips forming to his shape and sliding down his slick surface. She had her eyes closed in concentration, her brows furrowed slightly as he moved langorously inside her. She moaned around him, muffled, but I could hear her need in that small, quiet sound.

I didn’t want to take the time to put on my strap-on but I wanted to give her that fantasy. I knew exactly what she wanted, and I knew exactly how she liked to be fucked. She wanted to feel me on her and in her, she wanted to be held there, her hair balled in his fist as he thrust his cock to the back of her throat.

I grabbed a vibrator from the bedside table, one of my larger ones with an adequate handle, perfect for a hard fucking. She was already on her stomach, her perfectly shaped cheeks pointed towards the ceiling, and I pulled her to her knees, opening her up to my gaze. She’s beautiful in this position, spread wide, on display, and she loves it, the vulnerability, the exhibition. I looked up at him, his eyes half closed, his body tense with pleasure, and he smiled at me and shifted slightly to his knees, giving him a better angle down her throat.

My fingers found their way between her legs, stroking her thighs, tickling the lips of her vulva, dampness clinging to my tips as I explored. She leaned back into me, trying to impale herself on my fingers. He and I began our own dance and she was the music. I filled her with the vibrator and she groaned. I smacked her with my palm and she yelped. He grabbed her hair and her eyes rolled back in her head, the rhythm of her choking kept the beat.

She usually tells me when to go harder, her squeals get louder right before she lets out a guttural sound that indicates she’s reached that tipping point. They are beautiful sounds. Like the keys on a piano, I push her buttons and they rise into the air like dandelion seeds in a swirling breeze. I couldn’t hear her then though, her mouth so full of cock, so I had to read her body. She was slick wet, and I slowly impaled her. Spread like this, the perfect pucker of her asshole beckoned me, and I leaned down and circled it with my tongue, feeling the soft textured surface. It drove her over the edge, her hips bucking back into my face. I love doing this to her, it’s such a dirty and intimate act. I started to go faster and then I shifted, leaning over her, my hips against hers, one hand pressing firmly into her back. I was on top of her and in her just like she wanted. She was like a rag doll being tossed around between us, a monkey in the middle, where would she fall?

She fell somewhere between us, impaled on cock and dildo thrusting like machines, and her body lurched to the side, a savage and carnal reaction to her explosion. Her hands clenched at the air, at the blankets, and she gurgled around his cock, her eyes squinched shut as her thighs trembled violently. He came right after her, splashing her hip with a splatter of come, and we tumbled onto the bed in a heap, sweaty limbs entwined, our faces plastered with contented smiles.

She told me later that she thought of that scene when she masturbated the next morning. She replayed it in her mind as her fingers swirled around her clit, the rough throat fucking, the dildo finding the deepest places inside her, my naughty tongue rimming her asshole. She said she was so turned on she felt like an animal, she could have melted into a little puddle of desire. As she typed out the memory of her pleasure in little thought bubbles across my screen, my fingers found their way between my thighs and I soon found my own release.