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The first time she was tied to the bed. That’s not the important part, it just happens to be true. She was tied to the bed, but we were free. And that meant everything.

I’ve written it a hundred times before, but the fucking doesn’t matter. Him parting her thighs as she lay panting and begging doesn’t matter. Even sliding into her as he knelt by her head is a side note to the important part.

Because that afternoon in the living room of my mother’s house, that sweaty, smelly, glorious afternoon, is when it happened.

Teasing turned into taunting which turned into more teasing. Three young naked bodies, one of them bound and two of them nervous, and somehow we managed to do it. I remember it like yesterday and it all comes back when I close my eyes. Even now I can feel my blood pump and my body swell.

I kissed her neck and her cheek as he knelt above her, and then as she watched I opened my lips to him. Gripping him tightly I sucked his cock just inches from her face as she begged for a taste of her own. And my god, I could only take so much and she offered us everything.

Right then, on that Friday afternoon in summer, I held him in my hand, guided him between her lips and then back to my own. For the very first time in my life, I sucked his cock, watched her do the same, and lost myself to the back and forth that only ended with his release and our never-ending sticky kiss.

She was bound and naked. He was hard and daring. And for the first time in my life, I shared a cock with a beautiful girl and nothing was ever the same again.

-guy

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