Date: Fri, 8 May 2020 11:34:47 +0100
From: Kachar Ricuchi <kacharricuchi@gmail.com>
Subject: Cindy, Laura & I: a threesome 17

XXX

I remember the pleasure I got in my first relationship with a girl. It's
your first after all. Stacy had been a revelation in my new life in a new
city. Surely I would stick with women in the future. Stacey had, in a
nutshell, revealed some of the aims I could reach in the horizon of
womanly love. I had had much action with boys, where it was a piece of
cake to get involved in wild, shallow, meaningless sex. My dick was a
hit; my ass was coveted. But as I said it was getting to be rough with a
great deal of physical pain. I could keep the emotional strains in check;
I never fell in love with a boy. All that until I decided to take a break
and follow my feelings beyond satisfying the real carnal pleasures of my
cock and my soul. It meant a more difficult path towards finding
partners, or so I thought. My physical transition was underway and I
could see myself in the reflections of mirrors and windows as a girl, in
shape and in dress. I could also see that in the eyes of people around
me; if others saw me as such I did not care. The family learned to cope;
anyhow, I left home a few months after my full-time presence as a girl. I
needed to start anew so I moved cities, far from home, to one that I
believed was more liberal in social issues and where I could expect to
thrive in my new life. So I started anew, as a woman, working to live,
while I decided to do with my future, beyond being a woman. My sexual
life at this point was very private: I got a lot of pleasure of my cock
at all times; I dressed in intimate underwear and got a kick from that. I
was content in my own bubble. In the meantime, I made an effort to
explore the world of lesbian dating and started frequenting women, most
of them lesbian, bars. I knew I was not totally antisocial so I could get
to talk to people with the aim of building frienships, but mostly, now,
to start my sexual experiences with women. Stacy approached me one
evening, in the midst of a very noisy crowd. We locked eyes, she offered
me a drink and we started chatting.

Cindy was sliding up and down my chest helped by our glistening sweat,
producing in me intense pleasure with the friction of her shoulder blades
on my nipples, following the rhythm of Laura's hips. But it got better
when she was on her way up towards me. I could nibble her ear, whisper to
her how exciting this was, and because the tip of my cock would slide
beyond her gradually loosening asshole (gaping little by little from a
combination of contact with my dickhead and her own arousal), it would
rub her lower labia and hit Laura's shaft as it bore down on Laura's
vagina. My tip, a beacon of sensitive nerves, was getting really eager
for more. She whispered to my ear... "I want you to enter me... I need
you to cum inside me... will you come inside my ass?...come on baby." I
was highly surprised by the invitation, and hesitated not a second,
despite that our positions were not ideal for a smooth penetration. It
had been a bumpier penetration, very much eased by the high sensations
that Cindy was getting from the full body contact between us as she was
taking pleasure from Laura's penetration. But she managed to give me her
wish "Yes, ahhhh, enter me, be gentle baby." That was my cue. So on the
next pass of the tip of my cock over her asshole I stopped and I
positioned it, highly engrossed, ready to enter the center of her rim.
Because the slight movement I sensed in her hips Cindy was concentrating
now on what I was doing, disconnecting slightly from the sensations from
the front to add the sensations from her back... so I felt the round rim
of her asshole move, expand and retract, as she was getting ready to
receive me. The rim opened, and opened more with each slight, new
attempt, as she started flexing the muscles at the bottom of her pelvis
which connected her vagina and her asshole. Mula Bandha everyone! Laura
was also feeling that pressure as she sensed Cindy's vagina tightening
around her cock. This tightening of muscles which was giving us so much
pleasure in copulation is something we constantly repeat in Yoga to build
strength: using the muscles of the so-called pelvic floor, the ones which
press on the floor when seated, under our tall, long spine (the very same
ones we use to retain pee when a restroom is not near). Laura and I,
pressing those muscles, were engorging our cocks in Mula Bandha, filling
Cindy's holes; meanwhile, Cindy was sucking our cocks front and back with
her own strong pelvic contractions. We were all three truly
compenetrated, tightly knit together.