Wet and Messy Love RealityKings

All of us were masturbating with Steven and Thomas in their new place, and this was the first time Ryan had joined us. It had taken a long time for the boys to arrange their housewarming, so it was great to see them again. We were also supposed to have Tiff, Samantha and Jack. They were driving, but they’d called to say there was a serious accident blocking the motorway, so we had permission to start without them.

 

Unfortunately, my vibrator had run out of battery, so I resorted to pleasuring myself by Wet and Messy Love.

 

‘Are you sure, Ryan?’ I asked. ‘Remember you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.’

 

‘It’s quite clear he’s enjoying himself,’ said Fiona.

 

The rest of the group were all in favour of him joining. I’d reluctantly agreed on the condition we gave him a trial session. Only Steven had his reservations, but since meeting Ryan, he’d changed his opinion and had even started flirting with him.

 

‘Of course,’ he told my brother, ‘if you want to do something, or if you need a hand…’

 

‘I’m not gay.’

 

‘You can experiment, though, if you want. You only need to ask.’

 

‘How are we going to pair up later?’ said Thomas. ‘There’s only five of us. I mean, obviously, Ryan, you’ll be going with Fiona.’

 

At that point, only Fiona knew about the sexual activity between Ryan and me. The three of us had talked at length about when to tell the rest of the group, if at all. Until then, we agreed to have no brother-sister contact in front of anyone except her – assuming I didn’t slip up again and touch him without thinking.

 

‘Well, that’s not necessarily a problem,’ she said, ‘Ryan can come with Wet and Messy Love, and one of the boys can join me in a threesome, and you can go with the other one.’

 

‘Why do you get the threesome?’ I asked. ‘Maybe I want one too.’

 

‘Well, we can swap about.’

 

‘Or maybe we could start with the funnel.’ I hadn’t orgasmed yet, and my first one was always the wettest.

 

‘Great idea. It would be easier on the bed, though.’ Fiona and I stood up to head to the bedroom, and the boys followed us, all cupping their erections to stop them wobbling about.

 

‘What funnel?’ asked Thomas.

 

‘Have we not told you about this? I’m sure we have.’

 

‘I don’t remember either,’ said Steven.

 

‘I know,’ said Ryan. ‘It’s pretty hot to watch.’

 

I silently willed him not to say any more. The other boys were giving him questioning looks.

 

I couldn’t tell whether Fiona deliberately provided a distraction, but she started talking before they could speak. Lying in the middle of the bed on her front, with her vibrator under her clit, she said, ‘You know how I couldn’t find contraception without side effects, so I couldn’t have your sperm in me?’

 

‘You’ve found one now, though,’ I added.

 

‘Yes, but it means taking a pill every single day. Anyway, you can get pregnant with guy fluids, but not girl fluids so,’ she placed the end of the funnel inside her, ‘we’ve been doing this.’

 

‘You’re lesbians now?’ asked Steven.

 

‘No, absolutely not. This is purely self-pleasure. We don’t touch each other any more than we have to, except for the last bit.’

 

Fiona turned up her vibrator speed, and I kneeled down behind her moving as close to the wide end of the funnel as possible. With two fingers inside me, I started masturbating again.

 

The boys were stunned into silence watching us, but not so much that they couldn’t stroke their erections again. Ryan was also a little distracted by the posters of half-naked men – and a couple of topless women – around their room. Steven was still watching him closely.

 

‘You like what you see, Ryan?’

 

‘I’m… just looking.’

 

‘See all the buff ones, the muscly ones? They’re mine. Thomas prefers the scrubbed-up boy-next-door types, and the ladies are his as well.’

 

‘I like muscles too, just not massive ones, and a little trail of hair on his stomach.’

 

‘But you still like girls too?’ asked Ryan to Steven.

 

‘Oh yes,’ said Steven, ‘but even that way, we’re different. We spoke about this, didn’t we? We reckon I’m about seventy per cent gay, and Thomas is Wet and Messy Love.’

 

I always knew I had two bisexual boyfriends, of course, but hearing them talk so openly about their same-sex preferences set something off inside my head. the slut was suddenly so horny, bitch could feel my liquid building up inside my vagina. I moved as close as possible to the funnel, leaving just enough room for my fingers to carry on flicking. she could tell from her breathing that Fiona was about to climax. The boys must have heard us too, as their conversation ended abruptly.

 

At orgasm, I removed my fingers and thrust myself hard against the funnel. There was a muffled splash as my ejaculation poured out. I had the presence of mind to tip the funnel up slightly to catch most of the liquid and direct it into my flatmate, then licked my own fingers clean. Her entrance was twitching a little from her Wet and Messy Love.

 

No matter how many times I did it, I still had the same feeling as the first time, like I was a high school jock finally scoring with his favourite cheerleader. It was a slightly weird feeling because neither of us fitted these roles. Still, we always both enjoyed ourselves.