Becca’s first threesome

“If you are going to drool over my husband, at least be discreet about it.”
Becca whirled around to look at Claire, a hot flash spreading over her face. She couldn’t deny that she had been unable to keep her eyes of James, who was such a fine specimen of a man. Tall, lean, with chiseled features and an ass good enough to bite your teeth in. She had spent more nights than she would like to admit masturbating while fantasising about that rock hard body between her legs.
Claire laughed. “It’s okay, he is very hot. Women are drooling over him all the time, I am just teasing you.”
“You’re lucky with such a hot man,” Becca said, sounding rather more wistful than she meant to.
Claire looked over at where her husband stood poised ready to dive into the pool. Becca let her gaze travel over James’ body. Her nipples stiffened at the sight of him and she shifted in her deck chair. Claire reached over and placed a hand on Becca’s leg.
“You know,” she said in a low voice, not taking her eyes of her husband, “I wouldn’t mind sharing him with you.”
Becca froze, heat flowing through her body. Claire moved closer and Becca turned to look at her. “Are you serious?”
Claire nodded. “We have always wanted to do a threesome and what better time than when we’re on holiday? We both like you and after tomorrow we will likely never see each other again. What do you say? I know you can’t wait for James to fuck you, but what about me? Would you be up for having sex with both of us?”
Becca didn’t need any more encouragement. She had been horny all week, ever since she first met Claire and James, and this was a golden opportunity. As Claire had said, they wouldn’t see each other after tomorrow, so if things were awkward there was no need for it to ruin a friendship.
“I would love it,” she said.

Standing naked in front of the bathroom mirror of her hotel room that night, Becca wondered if she had lost her mind. A threesome with a couple she had only just met? How desperate was she exactly? Claire had seen enough of Becca’s body that she knew what she was getting into – Becca’s bikinis never left much to the imagination – but Becca couldn’t help scrutinising herself in the mirror. She had had laser treatment years ago to remove her pubic and armpit hair and her wax job on her legs was still holding up well. Her skin glowed from a last minute spa treatment that afternoon. A week in the sun had given her a nice tan, although unfortunately with stark tan lines. She took a deep breath and left the bathroom. She slipped into a loose sundress, but left off panties. She didn’t expect to stay clothed for much of the night anyhow. After one last look in the mirror she grabbed her purse and left the room.
Claire opened the door as soon as Becca knocked. She was wearing a hotel bathrobe, tied loosely around her waist so Becca could see a glimpse of her breast.
“Come in,” she said brightly. “I was almost worried you wouldn’t come.”
Becca grinned. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” She stepped into Claire’s hotel room, which was a mirror image of her own.
“Sit down,” Claire said, indicating a chair in the sitting area.
Becca sat down and Claire took place opposite her on the couch.
“First things first. If anyone is uncomfortable at any time, we will stop. We use protection and we don’t cross any boundaries. Because we don’t really know each other that well, we won’t engage in any BDSM. James and I like anal, but we don’t require you to do it. As long as you don’t mind us doing it.”
Becca swallowed. She hadn’t expected to negotiate any rules, but it made sense. “I am fine with that. I don’t like anal, but you guys do whatever you want to each other.”
“Do you have anything you don’t like?” Claire asked.
Becca shook her head. “You pretty much covered it all.” She looked around the room. “Where is James? Is he all right with all this?”
“Don’t worry about him. You’ll need to impress me first.”
Claire got up and motioned for Becca to do the same. Becca’s legs were trembling as she followed Claire to the bedroom.
“Take your dress off.” Claire turned to look at Becca. Her demeanour had changed – she was commanding now, a stern look on her face.
Oh, are we doing it like this? Becca thought, her pulse quickening. This was a game she liked.
Locking eyes with Claire, she lifted up the hem of her dress and slid it over her head. She let it fall on the ground, not looking at where it landed. She made no attempt to hide her naked body.
Claire whistled. “No panties, eh?”
“I am the slut who wants to fuck your husband,” Becca said, getting wetter with each word. “You didn’t think I’d be a prude, did you?” She got some satisfaction from the look of surprise that flashed across Claire’s face. A faint smile played on her lips, but then the stern look was back.
“Get on the bed, you slut. And spread your legs so I can see how horny you really are.”
Becca scrambled on the bed and lay back on the many cushions. As she spread her legs, she noticed the figure in the arm chair in the corner of the room. She gasped as she recognised James. He was naked, his cock standing proud between his legs. He sat comfortably in the chair, his dark eyes fastened on her body.
Becca felt a flicker of uncertainty. James was huge. She had never had anyone – or anything – as huge as his cock looked.
“He’s big, isn’t he?” Claire asked, with pride in her voice. Becca looked back at her. “Still want him to fuck you?”
“Oh yes,” Becca said, her voice hoarse with desire. This was going to be a challenge she didn’t want to back away from. “And I am sure he will love every minute of it.”
Claire cocked an eyebrow. “You are quite confident.”
Becca spread her legs wider and slid her fingers over her wet, throbbing cunt. “Your husband is going to love plunging his cock in my greedy cunt. I can go all night.”
Claire smiled. “I am happy to hear it, as we are both insatiable. But let’s see how much I can stretch you out first, shall we?”
She opened her robe and let it slide down to the floor. She was as smooth and tanned as Becca. Becca had never been with a woman before, but she longed to slide her tongue all over that sleek body, seeing out Claire’s deepest desires. She shifted to ease the throbbing that had started in her cunt.
Claire opened the bedside drawer and took out a selection of dildos and a pack of condoms. She sheathed several condoms and then joined Becca on the bed. Becca’s heart pounded in her chest. She wasn’t sure of the etiquette and her cocky attitude had evaporated. But Claire took the lead, drawing Becca close for a kiss, pressing her breasts against Becca’s, her hand behind Becca’s neck. Becca let herself drown in the kiss, hungry tongues exploring each other. She reached between them and found Claire’s breast. Her nipple was rock hard and Becca flicked it with her finger. Claire moaned in Becca’s mouth, then pulled away. She pushed Becca down and lowered her head to suckle Becca’s nipples in turn. Becca’s cunt flooded, her juices coating her thighs. Claire slid her hand down Becca’s body, cupping her mound and gently sliding a finger between her pussy lips. Becca gasped: Claire’s slender fingers probed her cunt, skimming over her clit and plunging inside her wet core. She shifted and took place between Becca’s legs.
“She’s nice and wet, James,” she said over her shoulder.
Becca’s eyes snapped open. She had forgotten James for a moment. He sat in the arm chair, his hand slowly moving over his cock, eyes on her cunt, a smile on his lips.
“Let’s see if you can take this one,” Claire said, holding up the biggest dildo Becca had ever seen. “Since you are such an eager slut.”
She caressed Becca’s clit with enough pressure to make sparks of pleasure shoot through Becca’s cunt, but not hard enough to make her come. She positioned the dildo at Becca’s entrance and started pushing. Becca could feel herself stretching to accommodate the behemoth shaft and she spread her legs wider to give Claire more room.
“I am impressed,” Claire said. “You seem to be able to take this one quite well.”
Becca grunted. It felt as if her cunt couldn’t possible take more, but Claire wasn’t done yet.
“Just a little bit more. If you really want James, you take all of this dildo.”
Becca arched her back and groaned. “That is big.”
“Complaining already?” Claire mocked. “You want my husband, you take this dildo first.”
She squeezed a bit more lube on Becca’s cunt and thrust the dildo further into her. Becca’s pussy walls clenched around the dildo.
“There we go,” Claire said, twisting the dildo deeper into Becca’s cunt. “I told you your cunt could take it. You truly are a good slut. James, come look at how stretched out she is, doesn’t it look beautiful?”
“I can’t believe she took the whole thing,” James said, rising out of the chair and approaching the bed.
Becca could feel their hands on her cunt, caressing her labia, twisting the dildo around in her cunt. She ached to be fucked, her whole body quivering with desire.
Claire’s face hovered into view. “You may think you are stretched enough, but don’t forget: when James fucks you it won’t be as gentle. Do you still want that?”
“Yes,” Becca panted. She wanted, needed to be fucked hard. She wanted to be stretched even more, almost painfully so. She wanted James to spear her on his cock and push her over the edge again and again. “Yes, fuck me, James.”
Claire grinned. “You asked for it, little slut. You will get all you beg for.”
She pulled the dildo out of Becca, but before Becca could bemoan the loss, James had taken up position between her legs, his cock bigger than the dildo. He guided his cock to her entrance and with one thrust of his hips he rammed it home. Becca gasped and clutched the sheets. James’ hands gripped her hips as he pulled out and thrust again. Becca had never been entered this deep. Each thrust shook her to the core of her being and she felt the tension build in her body. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her and soon she was lost on a sea of sensations.
Claire’s voice penetrated her bubble. “Turn her over James, fuck her from behind. I have a little job for her to do.”
James pulled out of her roughly and pulled her up. Becca turned over on her hands and knees. James grabbed her ass firmly and with a grunt he entered her again. Becca gasped as his cock rammed even deeper inside of her.
Claire lay down underneath Becca, her legs spread wide. Her cunt – fragrant, wet and smooth – hovered above Becca’s face. “Time to make it a threesome,” she said. “Make me come.”
Becca didn’t hesitate and lowered her head. Claire sighed as Becca’s tongue slid over her cunt, probing for her clit, while she pushed two fingers inside her wet, hot channel. Becca moved her hips in rhythm with James’ thrusts, taking him as deep as she could. Searing pleasure bordering on pain shot through her, bringing her to the edge. Her vaginal walls tightened around James’ cock and she pushed her tongue deep inside Claire’s cunt as her first orgasm overtook her. James didn’t let up, and Becca could feel her second orgasm building. She redoubled her efforts on Claire’s cunt, curling her fingers inside Claire, seeking out her G-spot. She could feel Claire stiffen and then a gush of fluid filled her mouth. She lapped greedily, licking Claire clean as her cunt spasmed around James’ cock.
Incredibly, the man was still not done. Claire crawled out from under Becca and moved next to her, presenting her pulsing cunt to him.
“Leave the slut alone,” she growled at James. “My turn to be fucked.”
James didn’t need any encouragement and pulled out of Becca. Becca struggled to sit up so she could watch. James lubed up Claire’s ass and cunt, sliding a thick finger inside her ass. Becca had never been interested in anal, but she watched with fascination as James slowly pushed himself inside Claire. Claire grunted, but stayed still until James had buried his massive cock all the way inside her ass. Despite her indifference to anal sex, Becca felt herself get wet again, her greedy cunt wanting to be filled again.
“Grab those vibrators,” Claire commanded Becca. “Use one yourself and fuck me with the other.”
Becca found the vibrators and turned them on. Ignoring her own dripping cunt for a moment, she reached between Claire’s legs and slowly pushed a vibrator in Claire’s cunt. James grunted as the vibrator slid in. Becca’s own cunt contracted with lust and she shifted position so she could fuck herself with the other vibrator. She pushed the vibrator in without ceremony, moaning as the rabbit ears hit her clitoris.
“Fuck me, I am so full,” Claire groaned as she ground her hips against James. Becca shifted her grip on the vibrator to get a better hold and started fucking Claire with it, in time with James’s thrusts.
All three of them were going at the same rate now, thrusting in tandem. Claire’s body was covered in a sheen of sweat as she was penetrated by two cocks, her body rocking under the onslaught of her husband and the vibrator. Becca’s hands pounded her own cunt just as hard and there was something almost savage in the way they fucked.
Suddenly Claire stiffened and cried out. At the same time James cried out and stopped his thrusts. Becca continued thrusting both vibrators, until her own orgasm hit her. She pulled the vibrators out with shaking hands and fell down on the bed next to James and Claire.
“That was amazing,” Claire said, kissing Becca on the cheek. “You were really good, you have earned a reward.”
Becca was going to protest, but changed her mind when Claire’s tongue slid over her swollen cunt, soothing it, licking it clean of her own juices. James reached out lazily and let his fingers wander over her nipples, alternatively stroking and pinching them. As yet another orgasm began to build, Becca smiled to herself. It had become the perfect ending to a perfect holiday.