On the night in question of this story, Isis and I were almost a year into our new lifestyle. We got together in high school and had some, but not much experience beyond each other. At this time, we were also attending Universities, so our minds were open.

One evening, before the night on which this tale happens, bathed in the light of a full moon and after a blissfully passionate bout in the sheets, we talked. It started out as playful teasing about sex and other people but soon turned honest. We wondered if two sexually vivacious people like ourselves could really be content without knowing more beyond what we had with each other.

We agreed and decided to let each other explore. Also, the possibility of a threesome came up, and that kink sweetened the deal for both of us. This cued more sex, and it was the ultimate in hotness and wetness, some of the best in our memories to this day.

We gave it a go. I had quite a bit of luck and got together with quite a few women. It was honestly somewhat of a disappointment.

Sure, new sex if always fun, but at the end of it all, every woman I fucked was a far cry from Isis. It’s true that lovemaking is more special if you actually love the person, but it was more than that.

I came to realize how much Isis was absolutely dynamite in the sack. All these other women were beautiful and fun, but bland in bed compared to Isis. It turns out that vanilla, while tasty, is just vanilla, with one exception: Melissa was wild, beautiful, flame-haired, loved my cock, and let me know it. I’ll write about her at another time.

Isis is a dark skinned Afro-Latina, so the analogy to vanilla works on multiple levels.

Insanely, Isis didn’t have much luck finding partners. It didn’t help that all her time was occupied with her Ivy-league PhD program, a wicked mind fuck.

I may have had sex with many women during this time, but Isis didn’t have any luck at all. She liked hearing stories about the first few, but later I could tell she was just flabbergasted and frustrated that she wasn’t getting any, so I stopped telling her the tales. But, I kept on dipping my cock in whatever pussy I could get, so long it was hot. Don’t worry, I eventually told everything.

But I felt bad! I wanted my sweet girl to have the best of times and experience what I was having. If she couldn’t make it happen, perhaps I could lend a hand?

That’s where my mindset was on that Friday night. It was at a house party we were throwing at our pad. I was in my final year of undergraduate studies. Because I took time off I was about 2 years behind Isis, who was beginning her second year of her PhD.

At this point, I was truly the Senior at the University. I’m social and fun, so I knew everyone. I had more friends than I can count, and I had even more casual friendly acquaintances.

Our house was packed. Fucking hell of a party. I wanted to make it work for Isis, so I whispered into her ear, “Anyone here you might be interested in? I might be able to make it happen.”

She blushed, grabbed my face and kissed me, saying, “You’re too kind!”

At that moment, some other goofy shit captured my attention, but Isis took me seriously. She later told me that she scoured all the rooms, looking for the perfect “solution.”

I remember her coming up to me, interrupting a stupid conversation I was having, and saying “I need to talk to you.”

I bailed on the goofy chat and gave her all my attention. She looked at me, pointed across the room, and said, “Him.”

She was pointing at Chris.

Chris was, like me, a biochemistry major. I knew him casually, having tutored him a few times. He was pretty smart, but most importantly, he was super nice.

Isis thought he was hot, which I suppose he was. He had messy black hair, a kind and intelligent face with a chiseled jawline, and glasses that were an odd mixture of nerdy and sexy. Chris had an intellectual intensity to his demeanor and was just her type.

I grinned ear-to-ear. This was perfect. I knew him offhand and liked him well enough, but it would be no big deal is we did this and went separate ways forever.

I returned my gaze to Isis and said, “That’s Chris. Leave this to me.”

She blushed and started talking to my friend and housemate Neil. I went to talk to Chris.

It took me a few minutes for me to explain to him our arrangement. He was thunderstruck at first, and it took him a bit to take it in. I could tell that he was wondering if I was serious, or if I was pranking him.

I set it straight, saying to him, “Totally serious. You can have the best sex of your life tonight with the hottest woman at this party. You just have to share her with me. I know this might be out of your comfort zone, but I beg you to consider it. We can part ways afterwards if that’s what you want. No pressure for anything more than tonight, but I am pressing you a bit to say yes to this. She really wants it, and I always give her what she wants!”

I wasn’t lying.

Chris gazed at the floor for about twenty seconds, then raised his head, looking me directly in the eye. He asked, “And you’re okay with this?”

I responded, “I owe it to her, after all I’ve done, and I can’t imagine a better fellow than you for to do this with. You’re a good dude, I wholeheartedly approve.”

Chris glanced across the room, looking at Isis, breathed out heavily, and said, “She’s fucking beautiful! Is this for real?”

I said in complete earnestness and knowing he was about to go all in, “Yes. Don’t leave the party. I’ll make this happen.”

Chris smiled broadly, sat back, and took a big sip of his beer while I got up and strode across the room to Isis.

I whispered in her ear, “Everything’s set. He’s up for it.”

The breadth of her smile matched Chris’s, and their eyes met a few times. Faces turned red and away, but only briefly. They kept transiently looking at each other for as long as I was watching them in the chaos of the shindig.

Not long after, the keg ran dry, and people started to filter out of the party, but some dipshits drunkenly remained, hoping to score a few hits of weed. I hoped they wouldn’t stay but, as usual, fucking Neil busted out his always-ample stash. About fifteen people remained to do bong hits.

But I judged the house was empty enough to proceed with our plan. Those that were there were already drunk and now getting too stoned to notice any shenanigans on our part.

I bellowed out a sizeable cloud of smoke, handed the water pipe to Chris, and leaned into him, telling him to find a good window of time and subtly go to my room, telling him how to do it without arousing suspicion.

He purposefully took a massive hit of weed, coughed violently, and scrambled to the bathroom upstairs to recover. Clever man took my suggestion. He didn’t return, instead going to my room.

Isis watched him do this, looked at me giving her a knowing glance, and nodded. She did the same, coughing on a massive hit from the water pipe. Everyone was stoned as fuck, but she gestured for my help as she sputtered, coughed, and headed for the bathroom.

I helped Isis up the stairs, but it was quickly evident that she was not in as much distress as she let on. Smart girl was looking to get out of there and on to better things.

For all the kinky thinks that happened next, I doubt anyone else noticed. They were too wasted, which was perfect. I didn’t feel like explaining myself or our arrangement to anyone else.

I led Isis to my room, and we both found Chris sitting on the bed, still nursing a dying cough. The poor dude looked nervous.

I noticed and said, “Everything’s cool Chris. We’ve talked about this for a while. Let’s let loose and finish this night right!”

Isis let out a final, small cough, and beamed at him. I grabbed her backside and brought her in for a passionate kiss.

When the kiss broke, we both looked at Chris, who was looking at us dumbly, and I told him, “Have a go! Imagine I’m not here, or not…your choice, but have fun! I want this to happen for my sweet girl, and she wants it too.” Isis nodded in assent.

He still looked as nervous as ever, so Isis expertly took the reins. She’s normally demure, reserved, and intellectual. But if you get her going the sex goddess comes out. None can withstand it, and she was certainly on the go tonight.

I locked the door, turned off the main light, and turned on my two lava lamps. They had orange fluid and red wax. Any blemish Chris and I might have had was hidden, and Isis’ light chocolate skin took on an almost golden and lustrous sheen.

Isis was wearing a sun dress, so it took her maybe three seconds to get rid of it. Her arms moved like lightning, and her bra was off. She had ditched her panties hours ago, after I suggested we do this. Again, smart girl.

 Totally naked and stunningly sexy in the otherworldly lighting, Isis marched over to the bed and strode Chris’ legs, lustily purring, “This is for real, handsome boy!” She lifted her tits and put them in his face.

Chris happily met the challenge and began to attack her nipples with his mouth and fondle her breasts.

It didn’t take much. The man went into a frenzy over what was happening and how hot Isis was.

After about ten seconds, his right hand went to her bare hip, and I saw him squeeze it firmly and let out with a moan. Isis looked over at me and said, “This is going to be fun! Now get your cock out.”

I ditched my pants, and in no time flat my cock was free. I said, “Oh, fuck yeah!” and started to stroke my dick, which had been at hard since I entered the room.

By this point, Chris absolutely knew that we were serious and was fully engaged. No stupid cock-blocking pranks. He was going to have luscious pussy tonight, and Isis didn’t make him wait. She playfully and roughly pushed him down, so he was flat on the bed, but still fully clothed. Then she moved forward and sat on his face, planting her perfectly manicured full bush pussy on his mouth.

Chris dug his fingers into her hips and gave her all he could with his tongue. Isis helped by spreading her lips to give him access to all her inner goodies. He lapped them up, groaning and moving his face side to side as his tongue hit all her wet and slick spaces.

I came over to Isis, and she bent forward, just enough so that I could put my cock in her mouth. My sweet girl sucked and licked my cock while Chris’ tongue explored every crevice of her pussy. I was elated to see that Chris was good at what he was doing, as Isis had medium-sized but definite orgasm from the arrangement.

When she stopped moaning, she took my dick out of her mouth, got off of Chris and kissed his pussy-wet mouth. When she broke the kiss, she told him while feeling the bulge in his pants, “Time to get undressed. Your cock needs my attention!”

Chris scrambled to get undressed, and in what seemed like nanoseconds he was naked and kneeling on the bed. His cock was rock hard. To Isis, it was new and wonderful. His dick was a miniscule bit thinner than mine, and perhaps a fraction of an inch longer. Size-wise, we were really close. But his cock was just…different. It had a different shape, a different arc, and a different veining pattern.

I was glad to see he wasn’t small, as that would be…well, less than what we were hoping for. I was also glad to see he wasn’t huge, as I know Isis wouldn’t like that either. She has her limits. Again, Chris was perfect for what we were doing.

Isis looked at me and said, “Fuck yeah!” Then she looked at Chris’ erect penis and said, “Imma make that thing cum hard tonight! Lay down and let me suck on that pretty cock!”

Chris did exactly as she asked. Isis looked over at me and said, “Fuck me while this happens!” Not a problem…she was sopping wet and ready.

Isis got on her hands and knees on the bed, with her backside facing the edge, and started to suck Chris’ dick like it was sweet candy. She’d stroke his shaft as her tongue worked the head of his dick and would occasionally take all his erect penis into her mouth while fondling his balls.

I stroked myself, watching her for a few moments, and then got in the game. I spread her legs slightly wider, getting her pussy open for my entrance. I stuck one finger into her, and then two, feeling her slick and velvety walls. It was effortless, as she was wet as fuck.

While her tongue was flicking the tip of Chris’ dick, I ran my cockhead up and down her pussy’s slit a few times, found her entrance, and slowly plunged into her vagina. She moaned as it went in, and I held it deep for a few seconds as she sucked on Chris’s cockhead. Then I began to fuck her. Slowly at first, but with increasing tempo.

This arrangement went on for a while, and it was hot as fuck. But I knew that Chris was new to this, so it was up to me to ratchet up the kink. So, at some point I buried my dick deep in Isis and rolled over, holding her tight.

She rolled with me, and when we landed, I was on my back with her on top of me, facing upwards. My cock was still inside of her, and I resumed sliding it in and out. Using my arms I spread her legs wide so that her cunt, with my cock sliding in it, was wide open.

I called out, “Chris, time to use your tongue skills again on her clit but do it now while I’m fucking her!”

Chris was all-in and didn’t miss a beat. While my rock-hard penis was sliding into and out of her luscious vagina, Chris spread her outer pussy lips and started sucking on Isis’ clitoris.

It didn’t take long. After about thirty seconds of this kinky-as-fuck situation, Isis came. As hard as in our memories.

She screamed and thrashed as my dick went into and out of her. Chris was making ecstatic sounds, stroking his cock as he sucked on her clit. Isis released so much fluid that Chris’s face was doused. I looked around and saw him grinning ear-to-ear, his face covered in pussy juice, as Isis’ cries slowly subsided.

Chris and I knew that no matter what happened next, this evening was banging. We both made Isis come twice and hadn’t yet spilled our seed. I don’t know about Chris, but this was unusual for me, as Isis’ hotness usually made me ejaculate early. Often, I had to make sure she was sated by using my tongue to finish. But not tonight!

Isis rested for a bit, slowly rubbing herself, while Chris and I engaged her in playful sex talk while stroking ourselves. It didn’t take long before she was ready for more.

She bluntly let us know by looking me in the eye and saying, “Now I want Chris to fuck me, while you watch.”

Okay!

Isis said to me, “I want to lean back against you as he fucks me on my back.”

Obliging, I knelt on the bed and let her back lean against my stomach and chest, embracing her lovingly but with a great view of what was coming next. Chris was stroking his hard dick, and Isis opened her legs wide and spread her pussy lips. She and I both looked at him, and she asked, “Do you wanna slip your cock into my pussy? I sure as fuck want it in there!”

Chris cried out, “Oh yes!,” and frantically grabbed a condom, fumbled to rip the packet open,  and started to roll it on his cock. Isis cried out, shocking me deeply, “No! I want this to be the pinnacle of kink tonight. I want you to fuck me raw and cum in my pussy while he watches!”

I was dumbstruck. This was unexpected, new, and undiscussed between us. I was wholly unprepared and at a total loss as to how to respond.

Another man’s penis, releasing his semen into my sweet girl’s vagina? I didn’t know what or how I was even supposed to think! That was never on the table.

But then I looked down on her nude and lusty form, holding her lips open for another man and panting deeply.

Then I knew. It was not about another man releasing semen into my loving girlfriend’s vagina.

At this moment, it was about another man’s rock-hard cock spitting hot cum into her wet, wanting, insatiably thirsty cunt. It was raw. It was primal. Only these raunchy and hardcore words could describe what was happening and how I now knew she was feeling.

I realized that she wanted to let everything go and give into kinky lust. She was in that wanton space, and I arrived there instantly thinking of how fucking hot and kinky this could be. We didn’t need to talk about it…I could feel where she was and totally synched with her.

Cum in my girlfriend’s pussy? Sure...go ahead. In fact, please do.

Yeah, we both reached that point, and when I hit this rock-bottom point of beautiful depravity, I smiled ear-to-ear. I embraced the demonic and strangely simultaneously angelic feeling, and said to Chris, speaking from beyond, “Keep your dick raw. Fuck her bareback and pump your cum into her hot cunt! But let me see her drip after.”

Isis, legs spread and ready for cock, panted uncontrollably and let out with, “Put your dick inside of me and fuck me!”

Chris obliged and drove his throbbing cock into her vagina with full fucklust. I loved watching his cockhead spilt her pussy lips while his shaft slid into her hot cunt.  He got lost fucking, as did Isis. Everyone was fucking totally free. She came to orgasm with his dick in her, but I suspect not from physical interactions, but more from the mental aspects of what was happening.

It didn’t take long. I’m not surprised, as I know the luscious embrace that my sweet girl’s pussy can give a cock, but Chris slowed his thrusts and started to moan uncontrollably. He reared up, and I could see that he was balls-deep inside of the woman I love.

The base of his penis started to visibly pulse, and with every throb I knew that his cock’s tip, caressing her cervix, was pumping his cum deep into her vaginal canal. His dick pumped seven or eight times, and with every throb his cock flooded her pussy with his semen.

Isis milked my dick in time with him pulses of cum, squeezing my cock whenever her vagina felt new cum. When he was done releasing, Chris remained inside of her for about thirty seconds, sweating and panting while limply laying on her body.

Isis broke his stupor by saying, “Now finish your promise. Pull out and let him see my cunt weep your cum.”

These hot, raw, and strangely poetic words stunned us both. Her voice even seemed different, like that of a sorceress queen commanding her thralls. But Chris did as she ordered. He pulled his softening penis out of her, and upon his exit, copious thick, white fluid flowed out of her vaginal entrance and fell upon the sheets.

Isis looked up at me and said in the same eldritch lilt, “Now, I want you to fuck my cum-filled cunt and know what kinky sex is really like!”

Her words seemed like a cat’s purr but strangely echoed throughout the room. Or perhaps it was only in my mind? No matter, they still echo in my mind and lovingly haunt me so many nights as I try to sleep, remembering this night, hard as fuck and wanting her.

I did as she commanded. I fucked her. I’ve never had such an amazing pussy milk my cock. It seemed to pulse and squeeze my dick in a way I’ve never felt. I quickly came inside of her while she sucked Chris’ spent cock.

Afterwards, Chris, after saying time after time how this was the best sex he ever had, departed. We never saw him again.

We speak of it often, lusting to have such times again.