Sucked dick for my girlfriend

The girl I was with was a total freak. Roleplay was our thing — brother/sister, best friends, threesomes, foursomes. We regularly threesomed with her sister. We’d do orgies and gangbangs with whoever was around, all of it. I’d be inside her while she whispered “big bro” and pulled me deeper.

She had this huge fascination with m/m. One night I’m at my gay friend’s place, she can’t be there, and my phone won’t stop buzzing.

“Send me a pic of his dick.”

“Why don’t you guys wank together?”

“I bet he gets hard for you.”

I’m tipsy, teasing her back. “You’re missing out.” Next thing I know we’ve got her on FaceTime, laid out on her bed, voice low and needy.

“Put him on camera. I want to see you try.”

My friend’s quiet, but he’s smiling. He shifts on the couch, pulls his jeans down. I get on my knees in front of him. We don’t kiss or touch beyond that — this is just for her.

It’s strange at first. He’s warm and heavy on my tongue, tastes like salt and skin and the beer we were drinking. I’m not hard, just focused on the sounds — her breathing picking up through the phone, his breath catching above me.

“That’s it,” she whispers. “You’re doing so good for me. Does he taste good?”

I pull off, catch my breath. “It’s… different.” She laughs, soft. “Get back on him. I need to see.”

So I do. I take him deeper, slow, just to hear the way her voice breaks when I do. He’s not fully hard yet, but he’s getting there. Then I stop, wipe my mouth, look at my friend. “Tag in.”

He blinks at me, then slides down. Now I’m the one on the couch, jeans pushed down, his mouth on me. I’m still not really hard — it’s too surreal — but hearing him and hearing her moan “fuck, yes” into the phone? That gets under my skin.

“You like this?” I ask her, voice rough. “Like watching us?”

“I’m touching myself,” she breathes. “Swap back. I want to watch you finish him.”

So we switch. My mouth on him again, then his on me, back and forth. My jaw aches, there’s spit on my chin, and she’s falling apart on the screen. “You’re going to make him come, aren’t you? For me? You promised you’d see it through.”

I hum around him. “Only if you keep that promise about later.”

“I’m so close,” she gasps. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

I don’t. I stay with it, take him in until I feel him tense, until his hips stutter. He comes in quick, warm pulses. It’s not huge, not like in videos, but I swallow and hold there until he’s done.

She cries out on the phone, her own orgasm hitting. I sit back, mouth tingling, breathing hard. My friend’s pulling his jeans up, not meeting my eyes.

Then he lets out this quiet, shaky laugh. Like he can’t believe we actually did that.

I’m still catching my breath, wipe my mouth with my thumb, and just shake my head at him:

“Ahh fuck you. I finally commit, actually do it, and that’s all you got? Haha.”

He snorts, she’s giggling through the speaker, and this weird calm settles in me. It wasn’t a big deal. It wasn’t bad. Just a dare, a mouth, and me wanting to give her what she asked for.

Didn’t change who I’m into. Didn’t flip a switch. But feeling him get harder because of me, hearing her come apart watching me follow through, knowing I didn’t back out? That hit a part of my brain I didn’t know was there.