Mika* and Jamie* were the perfect couple. Him: tall, dark, and handsome—a history buff with a kind heart and big smile. Her: Bambi eyes and long brown hair sitting on a milky Betty Boop frame, plus a deeply insightful mind that makes you somehow aroused and focused whenever she speaks. And, as luck would have it, they’d recently moved just 15 minutes from my place in L.A.! Which is why it may seem odd that I flew 6,000 miles to Prague for our first threeway. But, when (the couple you wanna bang is) in Prague, right?!
I’d decided literal hours before departure that I was going to fly halfway around the world to fuck that day. This made sense to me for a few reasons: First, my hookup for free flight benefits was about to run out (my mom had just retired from the airlines); second, my sugar submissive was being immensely frustrating (like, I-discovered-a-new-decibel-of-screaming frustrating); and third, I didn’t have any good sex lined up in L.A. (rare, but it happens). Plus, it was summer—enough said.
“Excellent idea,” I texted back across the 9-hour time difference when Mika requested I pack my strap-on (loyal readers may recall that she was the first person I ever used it on). I smiled over memories of our lusty liaisons as I shoved the cherished dildo-dick in my carry-on, wondering if I’d finally get the chance to try out her man’s member. Mika and I’d had plenty of sexperiences together in the year-plus since we met, but I’d only ever seen Jamie with his clothes on.
Sure enough, it didn’t take long for our first threesome to pop off in Prague. A day and a half in, some “innocent” post-travel massaging turned into some “innocent” playing together—us baby girls holding hands and taking it good from Daddy before bed. We really were that European throuple, galavanting through storybook cities, eating gelato, and kissing in public. But the whole time I kept thinking: there’s still a dick that needs to earn its weight in baggage space….
When we got to Budapest a few days later, I stepped into a leadership role, feeling more masc by the second. My family is from Hungary and I know a bit of the language, so I helped with street signs and cultural norms as we found our way to the Airbnb past whiffs of fried bread and plumes of cigarette smoke.
The place was freaking gorgeous inside: ten-foot tall ceilings, crown molding on French double doors, natural light out the wazoo, and sleek storage design because, ahh, Europe. We settled into our rooms and I laid my sex supplies on my nightstand, hopeful that round two for us three was imminent. But it was a beautiful day out, so we decided to venture, leaving my elusive chick-dick dreams in the ether a bit longer.
As we walked around castles and jumped on public-park trampolines with views of the city, I fawned over Mika’s mischievous smirk and perky tits—imagining the nipples I knew were pierced underneath her seemingly sweet red dress. And when Jaime put his hand on the small of my back to cross streets, I undressed the rest of him in my mind. To say there was an excited anticipation brewing would be an understatement—it was more like a clock in my cunt counting down to an inevitable bang so big I was sure scientists would be studying it for years to come.
When we boarded an unlimited booze cruise down the Danube, the red wine flowed and our flirty convos morphed into a game of never-have-I-ever, leading to the discovery that all three of us were MMF threesome virgins (as in, none of us had experienced the pleasure of two dicks and one pussy in a pile before). So when we docked, Jamie and I each grabbed one of Mika’s hands, chaperoning our baby girl home.
“I love having my daddies with me!” she squealed, painting knowing grins across both our fatherly faces.
“Are you gonna be a really good girl for your daddies?” Jamie asked her.
“Mmm hmm!”Mika affirmed.
“Goooood girl,” I added. “We’re gonna need you to listen to us and do whatever we say, okay?”
Her next “Mmm hmm” was even more enthusiastic, eliciting a round of giggles from us all.
Just the right amount tipsy from our river rendezvous, I turned the million and one skeleton key locks to get us back inside our Budapest palace. The second we were inside…bam!
I pushed Mika against the wall in the foyer, throwing the keys to the floor and shutting her up with my kisses. Jamie, who was about to prudently take off his shoes, turned around and let out an uncontrollable grunt before wrapping himself around us. I felt so secure being squished in the middle of them—like nothing and no one could bother me. I was safe—loved, even—and definitely lusted after.
I pulled away slightly from Mika’s mouth so we could make eye contact while I reached down and grabbed the bottom edge of her dress, lifting it slowly to peep her panties.
“Look how cute she is,” I teased sarcastically to Daddy Number One. “She thinks she gets to wear panties around us—how silly!”
“Baby girl, you know your daddies need access when we’re near you!” he added.
She looked up at both of us with those huge doe eyes as if to say she was sorry for misbehaving.
“That’s alright, just be a good girl and take them off,” I commanded.
Jamie and I stepped back to give her space, watching intently as she slid her lacy lavender panties down her legs. I glanced over to see the bulge in Jamie’s pants grow and could feel my own cock getting hard (even if it was all the way in the next room).
We followed behind our perfect little pussy as she giddily ran off towards my room, and I felt myself slipping further into beast mode—a primal place I enter anytime I’m about to dick someone down. It felt like a large portion of my brain turned off and every other part of me was throbbingly turned on—like if you illuminated the very few words in my mind it would sound caveman: Give me cunt. I want now. Must take all.
Jamie continued stripping Mika down, pulling her dress off as I pulled my dick on. Intuitively stroking my strap, I watched as his big hands grabbed her tiny waist, salivating while I readied myself for insertion.
“That’s it, open up for Daddy,” I said, pulling Mika’s jaw down with one hand and using the other to feed her the tip of my cock.
Meanwhile, Jamie scooted behind and lifted her hips to his level. She was on all fours for us now, wet and ready for the taking at either end. Sucking me further into her mouth, she tilted her pelvis to give Jamie full view of her cunt, which he massaged and teased until I could actually hear her wetness.
As she rolled her eyes back, Jamie’s and mine locked, ready for the paramount moment. Slowly, he slid his thick Daddy dick into her raw, and three became one.
A cacophony of cocks, cunts and dopamine. Ecstasy, too—the all-natural kind that my brain had just released in double doses, screaming through my veins with pleasure as Jamie and I thrusted in and out of Mika with impeccable rhythm.
Only a few minutes in, our baby girl was coming—exploding in rapture past my cock in her mouth while taking his in her pussy.
Then, without words, Jamie and I swapped places—like he knew I needed a turn to feel that cunt wrapped around me. On the way I grabbed a Nixit condom (my—ahem, unsponsored—fave for pussy wellness!) and rolled it on. Kneeling behind her, I found Mika’s opening and pressed myself up against her.
“Are you ready for more, good girl?”
Holy fucking shit, it felt so fucking good sliding into her wet pussy upon receiving her enthusiastic “YE— PLEA—” (her mouth now full of Original Daddy dick).
As I bounced in and out of her, letting her ass smack against the base of my belly, I reached my hands in the air, signaling Jamie to do the same as we achieved the infamous “Eiffel Tower.”
I don’t know if it was the position, the taboo, or just the fact that the three of us have GD chemistry, but Mika fired off O after O until we lost track around seven, eating up every ounce of her enjoyment.
When we’d tired (and satisfied) her out, it was time for the Daddies to fuck.
I whipped off my strap and popped in a female condom. Mika pulled me on top of her, face to face, and I gave my pussy up for Daddy to use in a juicy stack while I made out with our girl.
I held the edges of the condom as he slid into me, feeling so rewarded as his girth pushed against my walls. Daddy and I were very much on the same wavelength, climbing towards climax in total harmony after tuning our girl together.
We were so in sync, in fact, that mere minutes later—as Jamie pounded me from behind, every thrust pushing my tits harder into Mika’s—he and I were screaming expletives and jumping off our edges together.
“Fucking come inside me!” I yelled while hugging her for dear life.
“Ughhh! Fuuuck!” he let out, pushing himself fully into me while spurting a cream pie into the condom.
There we were, a mess of satisfied tourists, absolutely spent from a day of exploring both my homeland and each other, basking in the glow of our succsex.
The next day, to top it all off, we went out for a celebratory lunch before parting ways.
“Egészségére!” we cheers’d in Hungarian.
And while that very hard-to-pronounce word means “To your health,” to us it meant “TO OUR HOT-ASS FUCKERY!”
*Name has been changed.
