It was a hot, summer night when three friends found themselves in an old, rustic cabin deep within the woods. The air was heavy with anticipation as their minds raced with the possibilities of what lay ahead. They had been talking about having a threesome for months now, and tonight was finally the night to make it happen.
As they began to undress each other, sweaty palms trembled with excitement and eagerness. The first touch was gentle yet firm, as if to say "I've been waiting for this moment too." The naked bodies pressed against each other, skin glistening in the dim light of the cabin. Their fingers traced each curve and hollow, exploring every inch of their friends.
One by one, they took turns kissing and licking each other's necks, tasting the saltiness mixed with the sweetness of arousal. As they explored each other further, tongues ventured lower - down to those most sensitive areas. They called them "twig and berries," "love muffins," "little darlings." And soon enough, they were caressing these parts tenderly with their fingers, exploring the delicate folds that led to so much pleasure.
They took turns sucking each other's throbbing erections, their hands guiding them deeper into each other's warm mouths. The saliva mixed with pre-cum tasted like desire itself. They called it "big boys" or "hard sticks."
As the passion mounted, they couldn't resist anymore. They needed each other closer. One of them lay down on the soft bed, while the others straddled him. Their hot, wet pussies (or "love boxes") grinded against his hard cock ("big boy"). They moved in sync, creating a rhythm that seemed to bring them all closer together.
Soon enough, one friend wanted more than just grinding. He needed penetration, so he pushed himself inside her. Her moans filled the room as he thrust harder and deeper. She called it "love tunnel" or "sweet cave." It was tight yet warm, hugging his cock perfectly.
The other friend watched, feeling aroused by the sight. He wanted in too. So he knelt beside them, positioning himself at her entrance. His cock ("big boy") nudged against the entrance of her "love tunnel," seeking permission to enter. She moaned as she felt him inside her, stretching her further than before.
As they moved together, sweat dripped from their brows and onto the sheets below. Their bodies shuddered with each thrust, creating a symphony of passion that echoed through the cabin. Each gasp and groan added to the crescendo building within them.
They reached a fever pitch, panting and sweating, desperate for release. They knew it was close when their movements became erratic, each movement driving them further towards ecstasy. And then, one friend exploded with pleasure, his body shaking as he filled her "love tunnel" with his cum ("cumshot").
The others continued to move together, driven by the raw emotion of seeing their friend find such intense satisfaction. It wasn't long before they too felt that familiar build-up within them. One by one, they found their release, each calling out in ecstasy as they emptied themselves into her waiting "love tunnel."
As they lay there, sweaty and spent, they knew they had just experienced something truly extraordinary. It was raw, unadulterated pleasure - a perfect symphony of flesh and passion. This moment would forever be etched in their memories as the night when they found triple the pleasure in the world of MMF threesomes.