Nick’s First Threesome: Pleasing Mummy

WARNING: This work of fiction uses “Mummy” as an honorific. All three characters are consenting adults.

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For the fifth time that evening, Nick pinched his forearm to make sure he was awake; Tara and Bev were due to arrive any moment, and the closer it got to the hour, the more jittery he felt. This had been Tara’s idea, she had always been the strongest and wildest of his friends. Right from when he’d first known her, she’d been broadening his horizons for him.

Tonight, he’ll be meeting her new girlfriend Bev for the first time. Tara, a natural Dom, had asked him if he’d like to sub for them both, and he’d realised he would, very much.

He heard them arrive and opened the door before they had a chance to knock.

“Nick,” the subtle velvet quality of Tara’s voice was like a caress to his nerves.

Grinning, he moved to the side to let her in, but her arms snaked up around his neck. She pressed her body to his, and he let the door go, wrapped his arms around her, her body lithe and familiar, pulling her closer. She kissed his lips, startling a gasp out of him.

Tara disengaged and he found himself enveloped in another woman’s arms. Again he let his arms wrap around her body, and he discovered she was very satisfyingly plump, became aware of her pillowy tits pressed against him, and he felt his dick stirring, hardening, and to his embarrassment, he felt his face warming.

“You can call me Mummy,” she said.

And she took his head between her hands, angled it downwards, pulled him to her and she kissed him then, distracting him. The kiss deepened, and her hands slid down over his back to cup his ass, pulling his hips against her, his hardening dick pressing into her.

Mummy’s tongue swept over his lower lip, and he became completely focused on her; her pressing tits, her hands on his ass, and her tongue stroking against his inside his mouth. And he with one hand wide on the side of her neck, the other stroking down over the roundness of her hip. She broke the kiss, stroked a hand over the stubble on his cheek.

“It can stop at any time, Nick, just say,” Tara said.

“Okay,” he said.

“You may undress me,” Mummy said.

He swallowed, stood still where he was, heard her moving to stand in front of him. He felt her fingers on the top button of his shirt and reached his hands up to circle her wrists, just as she popped it. He felt along her bare arms, wondering what she was wearing, let his finger nails trace up the back of her arms and encountered some loose, short sleeves. He pinched the material between his finger and thumb, and rubbed it in circles over itself. It felt like cotton, dry but not crisp and though he couldn’t hear the noise the fabric made, the texture made him shiver.

He swept his fingers upwards over her shoulders, until he found the neckline of her shirt, and he let his fingertips glide over her skin, following the low neckline over the swell of her chest, and there it was, the very top button. There was a frill at the edge and the material was stretched taut over her tits. He imagined she might be playful. The buttons were easy to open, despite the pressure on them, and he parted her shirt, slid it down her arms.

Behind him, Tara pulled his shirt off, and then she licked his bare back, surprising another gasp out of him, drawing his focus back to his dick.

Mummy took his hand, guided it to her shoulder, to her bra strap. Gently, oh, so lightly, he traced the bra straps down to the cups of her bra, and let his fingers run over the outside edge, thoroughly enjoying the shape of her curves through the lace of it. Her sigh was sublime, and he couldn’t help smiling.

Taking the waistband of his joggers in her hands, Tara pulled them slowly down, the elastic dragging over his straining cock, confined in his boxers. He shuddered with pleasure and she pulled them down over his legs to his feet.

He stepped out of them, closer to Mummy, so her tits were touching his chest, and his fingers quested on, searching for the clasp of her bra, gently gliding over her skin. Her nipples hardened against him just as his fingers met in the middle of her back. A front clasp! His dick pulsed against her stomach, and with it, he could feel how her breath hitched.

He stepped back again, certain of the distance between them, and his fingers found the clasp, right there between her breasts. He snapped it open and the weight of her tits caused the material to burst apart.

His fingers touched her there, between her tits, and he traced lines slowly outward over her skin, discovered the deep curve of them, followed those curves downwards until he found where they hung at their lowest point, over her stomach. He turned his hands then, let his fingernails glide lightly upwards over the front of them, over her nipples. Again, she sighed and he felt goosebumps rise on her warm skin, exciting him further.

Tara slipped her fingers into his boxers and pulled them out, over the hardness of his dick and down his legs. He was naked now, and it occurred to him that he was feeling vulnerable, but it was pleasant. He felt Tara’s hand stroke up the length of his shaft, from his balls to the very tip.

Then, he lifted Mummy’s tits with both hands, enjoying the weight and the warmth of them in his palms, and he let his thumbs draw arcs up and over. Her nipples were low, huge, and hard under them, and she sighed for the third time, her breath catching with it.

He lowered her breasts gently and let them go, took her bra straps and slipped them down her arms.

Reaching his hands out, he found that Mummy was wearing a stretchy skirt. It had no fastenings, so he pulled it out over her round hips and down her legs. He stroked his hands over her waist then, and he swept them slowly over the sides of her hips and thrilled; she was not wearing any knickers.

“On your knees, Nick,” Tara said.

He did so, he got to his knees loving this submissiveness, his cock pulsing. Mummy cupped his head with her hands, and leaning over him, she pressed a heavy tit into his face. His hands came up to hold that tit, and with it captured between them, he rubbed it over his face.

Her nipple was a hard nub in the softness of her flesh. Using his hands, he stroked it over the stubble on his chin, up over his lips to his nose, and he pressed her nipple to it, and the scent of it was sweet and powerful.

Her hands covered his and she pressed them together, squashing her tit between them, stroking them down to the nipple and he felt a drop of milk escape her, trickling down from his nose over the skin above his lips and without thought, he licked at it. The sweetness contrasting against the sharp stubble was heady and he found he wanted more.

She brought one of his hands to her pussy, and he felt the soft hair there slick with her pleasure. His hand explored her, slipped inside her wet cunt and out. He pressed his palm to her clit, fucking her gently with his fingers. Her nipple pinched tightly between the fingers of his other hand. And again he licked his lips.

“Good boy, now beg for me,” she said.

“Please, Mummy,” he said, so she let him have it.

And with one hand squeezing her breast, the other buried in the warm slickness of her cunt, his mouth closed over her nipple, sucking it in deeply, and suckling her, he felt her milk release, jets of it tickling at the back of his throat.

Tara was kneeling behind him now, her body pressed to his back and he realised she was naked. He let go of Mummy’s tit, reached around behind him and stroked his hand down over her thigh. Her hand covered his at Mummy’s sopping cunt and she let it be coated in Mummy’s juices, then she took his dick in her fist and squeezed him hard. She let her hand glide the wetness over him, causing such a wave of pure bliss that he sighed, letting Mummy’s nipple slip from his mouth. Milk spilled down his chin, warm drops of it mingling with the juices on his dick.

Before he could close his mouth over that nipple again, he felt a spray of milk hit his face, dripping down over his chest, causing him to jump.

“Open your mouth,” Mummy said, and he obeyed her.

She used her fingers to spray her milk over him, some landing on his tongue, a lot of it just spraying in his face, and he couldn’t believe how fucking hot that was making him. He could feel how close he was. He let his palm start to move over her clit, still fucking her with his fingers, with Tara’s hand squeezing, slowly pumping his dick.

He adjusted his position, coming up higher onto his toes so his heels were pressing against Tara’s thighs. And she lowered herself onto them, he felt the wetness from her cunt, coating a heel, and she rubbed herself against him, getting herself off on his heel while she squeezed and pumped his dick, faster now.

Nick became lost to sensation. He found he no longer knew where his body ended, he could only feel. And with Mummy’s milk pouring down from his chin, he felt her cunt twitching around his fingers, Tara’s sighs as she brought herself closer on his heel, her hand jerking at his milk soaked dick.

And with another deep sigh, Mummy came hard on his hand, her cunt pulsing on his fingers, trapping them together. And still she sprayed her milk over him. And he was so close now. And then moaning, and bucking on his heel, Tara came undone, and that caused him to lose it, groaning, his cock spraying his jizz all over Mummy’s legs.

And this earned him a proper over the knee spanking from Mummy later, before he came again, hard, quivering, and thankful, for the second of many times that night.