I received a text from Ryan, and my train of thought was immediately derailed. I looked at the caller ID twice to confirm it was from him, each time the correct number of my boyfriend, Ryan, but the image he sent wasn’t him.
I knew Ryan’s dick like I knew my own hand, and I knew my hand quite well. He was a thick seven inches fully erected, smooth, with a splotchy birthmark at the base, and a bright pink head. My tongue had traveled up and down the length of his shaft many times. This wasn’t it.
Hard to tell the size from the image, but I would guess this one to be tipping over eight inches, thick, veiny, and leaning to the right. A very nice dick, but not Ryan’s dick.
I thought someone stole Ryan’s phone to play a prank on him. Joke's on them, I smiled as my mouth watered just thinking about running my tongue along that textured shaft.
I sent my reply, a series of question marks. My curiosity was awakened, but I didn’t want Ryan to think I was thirsting over another cock.
My phone dinged again with an incoming text from Ryan. It was a photo of Ryan next to a tall muscular blond guy, the previous dick’s owner, with the text: U coming over or what?
We’d recently discussed having a threesome, but it was all hypothetical at the time. I guess we never explicitly said who our third would be, other than me assuming Ryan was into having another girl join us. This was an unexpected turn of events, yet a complete turn-on. I pulled off my pajama shorts and slipped into a red mini-dress. I didn’t bother touching up my hair that was already in waist-length braids, piled up high in a messy bun. Ryan didn’t live far, but I didn’t want to leave them waiting any longer.
When I walked through the door, Ryan attempted a quick introduction. His name was Derek something, but anything else he said I didn’t catch as I just stared at the beautiful man before me.
“Was that your dick you sent me?” I asked.
He grinned, “Yeah.”
“Let me see it,” I said, approaching him.
He looked over my shoulder at Ryan as if asking for permission. Ryan nodded. Derek pulled down his fly and his dick flopped out. I didn’t have to look at Ryan for permission as I dropped to my knees.
It was definitely bigger in person, I thought, wrapping my hand around the base as I flicked my tongue across the tip. The salty pre-cum smeared across my tongue as I closed my mouth around him. It took me several tries before I could comfortably fit his cock down my throat. I pulled him out, watching the strings of my saliva hang from his cock and connect to my lips.
Ryan now stood next to Derek with his dick out. He stroked it several times before he pushed it towards me. I looked up at him before taking him into my mouth, my hand working on Derek’s cock as I did so. They took turns shoving their dicks in my mouth.
By the time we made our way to the bedroom, I was soaking wet and ready for Derek’s big dick, but Ryan took the edge off. He pushed the hem of my dress to my waist as he laid me back on the bed. His hand rubbed my moist clit before he finger-banged me. I could only stare at him with an O-shaped mouth as he slipped his two middle fingers into my pussy and hammered away. I grabbed his forearm to steady his hand as I began to cum.
I was in a daze from his handiwork, so when he removed his fingers from my snatch and put them to Derek’s lips, I was speechless. I watched as Derek sucked my juices from Ryan’s fingers, his tongue working down to the knuckle before Ryan shoved his fingers deep inside Derek’s mouth.
The excitement in Derek’s eyes was unmistakable. He loved having my boyfriend’s fingers in his mouth as he tasted my cum.