#garsansashimi

Samira always thought that having another person's hands on her would feel overwhelming, always imagined that she would never be able to find the tranquility and inner peace necessary to actually enjoy sex. all of her previous encounters had been like this, past boyfriends and girlfriends (all short lived) that wanted to make her feel good but couldn't help her get comfortable. as a result, she's never really had sex, at least she's not sure if she could count it

having three pairs of hands on her turns out to be so completely overwhelming that the part of her brain responsible for ruining these experiences in the past just... vanishes. shuts down. goes quiet and dark and removes all the roadblocks

Baran's hands are in her hair, still a bit damp and sweaty from their shift today. Samira had tried to argue, saying that she was in no condition to be seen or wanted or touched all gross and sweaty and exhausted like this. Trinity had, in all her endless snark, scoffed and said "you think a bit of sweat is a turn off? do you know how long i've been fantasizing about this?"

so here she is, in their massive bed that they share, in Baran's home, with Baran's hands in her hair scratching at her scalp. with Trinity in her lap kissing her absolutely filthy. all tongues and teeth and bites and nibbling at her lips and stealing her breath and her gasps and her moans, and mortifyingly, her whimpers too

because Yolanda is there also. Yolanda Garcia, the most attractive woman Samira has ever set her eyes on, who absolutely inspired Samira to ruin her panties the first day they ever met. that Yolanda, is between Samira's legs teasing her gently with her fingers, slick drenched with her own wetness. her other hand is giving the same attention to Trinity

Yolanda teases at Samira's entrance, meeting her bucking hips with exploratory fingers. but Samira pulls back from her kiss with Trinity, nearly headbutting Baran behind her when she feels Yolanda start to dip inside

it's sudden and jarring and she expects it to completely ruin the moment. but apparently the three of them have gotten very good at managing each others insecurities and panic, and they handle hers just as expertly. they sit and listen and rub soothing hands across her bare skin as she tells them that she's never actually had anyone inside her before. stuttering and blushing furiously and trying to hard not to make eye contact with any of them

"you said you had previous partners?" Baran asks from behind her, no trace of accusation in her tone. Samira confirms that yes she ahs had previous partners, but that she's never gone beyond some heavy petting and grinding and oral. never used toys that would go inside her, never had someone else inside her at all. barely ever tries to use her own fingers for that. always too high strung and uptight to relax enough for it to feel good

Trinity reassures her that it's okay, it's not a problem. they can work with that. they can still give her all the pleasure she could possibly imagine without going inside. nervously, Samira agrees, and she lets them prove it

and they fucking deliver

but the next time they fall into bed together, she has accompanied Baran home after shift, had walked into their house to see that Trinity and Yolanda, who had the day off, started without them

Samira watches from the doorway, entranced, as Trinity rides Yolanda's strap eagerly on the couch, grinding and bouncing and huffing out little gasps and whines about how it's not enough. lets Baran's hands wander all over her, stands there basically catatonic as Yolanda pulls Trinity off of her lap, settles the younger woman flat on her back, and proceeds to drill her into the couch

Samira barely manages to string together enough coherent thoughts to express her desire to them, thirty minutes later with Trinity's head buried between her legs. Yolanda and Baran on either side of her in bed, hands pinching and pulling at her nipples mercilessly

"i- i want Yol- god, Trin, i want Yolanda"

"i'm here baby, i'm right here. what do you need?"

what she ends up needing id for Trinity to wring another orgasm out of her before she can finally admit to it

"i want your dick," voice impossibly quiet. Yolanda's eyes don't widen but they do darken. she feels more than hears Baran's breath catch behind her, alongside Trinity's choked out groan at the admission

it takes some adjusting, some time and patience and lots and lots of reassurance. that yes she is absolutely certain she wants this, no matter how scary it is to her and how stressed she is that it won't work and this will be just another experience ruined

but Yolanda is not her previous partners. Yolanda and Baran are the most attentive and focused partners she could imagine, Trinity agrees. they are meticulous with their foreplay and aftercare. apparently some of their more intense scenes with Trinity require extensive preparation, so they've got it down to a science by now

agree that for her first time like this they should take it easy, choosing one of their smaller dildos (they've got a whole collection that made Samira's brain short circuit when they showed her) and that Yolanda would take the lead. apparently she's not only the best for the job but the best with the harness, and that Samira deserves only "the best dick of her life for her first time" according to Trinity

so she's laid out, the other two flanking her sides, laying on the mattress facing her, hands gently rubbing at her smooth dark skin and sensitive abused nipples

and Yolanda, Yolanda is on top of her. whispering the most jarring and arousing filth Samira has ever heard. whispering about how she is so excited and honored to be the first person to experience this, to have Samira in that way. how she's going to fill her up and make it hard to walk

Samira can feel herself dripping onto the sheets, mortified and nervous and desperate for more

"let me know if it's too much, sweet thing," the surgeon says in her ear, one hand guiding the tip of her lubed up strap-on to Samira's clenching entrance. "you'll feel some pressure and it might hurt, so tell me if you need me to stop"

Samira whines and nods her head

"words, little girl," Baran says to her left

"they're big on that stuff," Trinity says with a chuckle from her right

"i-," Samira's completely forgotten what she's supposed to say. "yes," she manages, and thank god it's enough for Yolanda to continue

"i'll treat you so gently, baby, don't worry." Yolanda drops a kiss to her temple, her left hand coming up to the other side of Samira's face to trace softly at her cheek. it's all so comforting, being boxed in by the three of them. having six hands roaming her body all with the same gentle, respectful, almost devotional touch

"you'll do so well, Samira, just let Yolanda take care of you." Baran's voice is soft and sultry in her ear, pressed against Yolanda's face so that Samira can feel both of their hot breath on her at the same time. Trinity has busied herself with kissing and licking up and down her throat and across her shoulder

when Yolanda pushes in it is slow but unrelenting. though she is aided by the lube and Samira's copious wetness, the pressure is terrifying, too vulnerable, and Samira squeaks and flinches

"shh," Yolanda coos. "it hurts, it's different, i know. if you want me to stop just tell me and i will, no questions asked. but if you want this then we have to keep going. it'll feel good soon, baby, it'll feel so good"

Samira's nodding, eyes squeezed shut

"just trust me"

her breath is picking up, heartrate growing frantic with something other than arousal

"i'm gonna take care of you, i'll keep you safe Samira"

her breath catches and Samira knows this is it, it's now or never. if she can't make it through this with the three hottest women she's ever met then she'll never get through it

"i'll make this worth it, i promise"

she's on the precipice of something, a do or die situation and she wants so badly to rise to the occasion

"let me in, baby, let me make you feel good"

something gives, caves in in her chest and finally gives up. loosens its grip. her breath returns to her, shaky still but deeper and more regular. the tension in her shoulders eases, and she relaxes as best she can into the comfort of the three other women

Yolanda recognizes the change, how she settles, but waits stock still for Samira to give her verbal confirmation to continue. she's still sat right at Samira's entrance, the tip of the dildo settled just inside her walls

with a deep, fortifying breath, Samira opens her eyes and locks onto Yolanda's dark brown gaze

"keep going, make me feel good"

Yolanda follows directions very well, evidently, because as she eases into Samira deeper she brings one hand down to the younger woman's clit to stroke and tease gently. it helps soften Samira's body, allows Yolanda to sink further into her wet heat

"that's it babygirl, let me in. i've got you," Yolanda's voice brushes her cheek, warm air on every exhale. it pales in comparison to the burning heat in her cunt, stretching wider than she has ever asked of it. letting Yolanda take something, no give her something that she has never experienced before. "almost there, honey"

Samira's not sure what she means by that until Yolanda's hips eventually make contact with Samira's own, with the dildo settled fully inside her, upward curve pressing at a soft but electric spot inside her

on the first outward stroke she gasps, back twisting. Trinity automatically holds her down, arms wrapped protectively around Samira's midriff and cooing in her ear to, "stay still, Mira, Yolo needs you to be good and stay still so she can ease you into this, just take it from her, babe, it's okay"

Samira listens, relents and forces her hips to still. Yolanda hasn't stopped, pulling almost all the way out before slowly sinking back into Samira's cunt. the slow drag is mind numbing, enchanting, but it still burns painfully

she nods at them, whispers pleas to Yolanda for her to keep going, that "i can do this, i can do this" as a repeated affirmation

"yes, you can do this baby. you can take my dick like a good girl. you want it so badly, i can tell. you can do this baby, just be good for me and let me do all the work, you're doing so well"

her voice is low and gruff, it lights a fire in Samira's chest. the burn eventually moves away from her tender pussy and up to her heart, building in intensity and need

Yolanda, true to her word, treats Samira so gently and guides her expertly through taking every inch of her dick. the weight of it in her cunt is delicious, especially when the surgeon rolls her hips instead of just thrusting straight in

from there it's no holds barred, Samira moans out the most broken and girlish sound she's ever made, and feels the way Yolanda smirks into her cheek

"there it is"

her thrusts pick up, gradually but steady until she is driving into Samira deep and unyielding. Samira quickly goes boneless, her body going completely limp, legs spread wide for Yolanda to fit between them, propped up her spread knees and hinged at the hips to force her cock deeper and deeper into Samira's drooling cunt. her arms lay at her sides, tucked under or draped over the warm bodies on either side of her, but still motionless. her eyes roll back, chin tipped up. she doesn't have words to describe what this feels like

what Yolanda feels like on top of her, strong arms bracketing her head and hot breath dancing across her nose and chin and cheeks and mouth. Yolanda's soft, lips meeting her own in a kiss that is so gentle compared to the merciless way Yolanda pistons her hips into Samira

"you're still so tight baby, so tight for me," Yolanda says, voice still even and somehow unlaboured even in her exertion. "does it feel good, Samira? do you like feeling me inside you?"

Samira is barely able to huff out a broken, whiney 'yes' before she loses her faculties completely. body and mind shut down, incapable of speech or higher thought. the only thing she has left, the only thing she can do, is take it

"that's it, sweet thing, taking it so well for me. you feel so good Samira, tight and hot and so fucking wet for me"

Baran and Trinity are still there, Samira's sure of it, but she can't focus on them right now. she can't focus on anything. just Yolanda

"no one's ever had this pussy before, huh, baby? no one's ever gotten to fuck you before?"

"n- hmm ah, n- nngh." it's not elegant but it's all Samira can manage. she shakes her head instead, hoping that's enough confirmation

it seems to be, because Yolanda's hips kick into a secret higher gear. rocking deeper and harder, so much fucking harder into her. she cries out louder than she's ever been in bed. Yolanda groans about her, breathing finally showing signs of exertion

"fuck, honey, no one else huh? no one but me?" Yolanda huffs against her, hips stuttering their rhythm for a brief second while one hand twists into Samira's hair and tugs lightly. "that mean your sweet little cunt is all mine?"

Samira screams. whimpers and her hips thrash once before falling back to the mattress

"are you all mine, Mira?"

she nods her head, as best she can, but it's really just a ripple effect of her skull bouncing back and forth as her whole body is rocked by the force of Yolanda's thrusting. her eyes roll to the back of her head, she floats above her body

"fuck i love this, i love using your pretty pussy like this, your perfect body. so sweet and pliant for me. that's all you needed, right? someone to take their time with you, someone to find the part of you that will just give in to pleasure?" there's a wetness on her cheek, distantly Samira thinks it could be tears but she doesn't have the wherewithal to really think about it. Yolanda just keeps going, licking up the moisture and rolls her hips harder

"you're such a pretty girl, Samira, so beautiful and sweet. thank you for letting me have you baby, thank you for letting me do this for you," she says lowly and kindly. "thank you for letting me make you feel good baby"

Yolanda brings their foreheads together, not halting her movements. the tip of her dick hits and absolutely spectacular spot inside Samira every time the elder grinds down. it shoots liquid heat up her spine, tingling in her hips and her lower back, rumbling between her ribs and curling her toes. it's divine. it's addicting

"are you gonna let me make you cum, pretty girl?"

the mere thought of it is enough to send Samira careening over the edge, bliss and heat and light and pleasure wracking through her bones and overwhelming her senses. her release is so strong she can taste it, the sticky sweetness of her orgasm filling her mouth and her gut and her chest cavity. it fills her up and keeps building until it seeps out of all her edges, pulling at the seams and spilling her delirious lust onto the bedding

she must have blacked out, because she can't remember a single thing after that. there were hands, so many hands, as there have been all nights. there were gentle lips on her forehead and cheeks and nose, sweet nothings whispered in her ear. but the words she couldn't make out, the hands and lips she couldn't distinguish the owners of

there's pressure between her legs at one point, different from that of Yolanda's strap-on. probably a washcloth or some other wipe. there's a soft fabric on her chest, arms lifted above her head for something to slide onto her shoulders

all of this she registers only faintly. as if through an underwater dream. behind glass. through the fog. it's blurry and unknown but comforting anyway

when she wakes the next morning she's able to piece together exactly what it was. Baran running a soft, damp washcloth over her tender vulva to wipe away all the excess wetness. Trinity slipping one of her old college gymnastics tee shirts onto Samira's sweat slicked body

Yolanda, the entire time, just whispering and petting and kissing and loving on her. grounding her

when she wakes, it's to find that she has been wrapped in their arms all night, laying heavy on top of Yolanda, legs intertwined together and with Trinity's, with Baran's arms around them, one behind Yolanda's head and the other hand holding Samira's own

she wakes up to safety, to guaranteed comfort and understanding. she wakes up finally having hit a milestone that she's been chasing for years. an experience she's been dreaming of for so long that she had convinced herself it may never happen

but Yolanda and Trinity and Baran are relentless and kind and really fucking good in bed, and they were able to finally help her achieve that goal. they were able to provide her with the reassurance and patience and peace she lacked. encouraging and knowledgeable enough to know exactly how to convince her body to relax, to ease and release and allow them to treat her well

looking down on them now, these three women who are so clearly and deeply in love with each other, and yet still have enough room in their hearts to extend that graciousness and softness to her. she looks at them, at the light splashing across their sleeping faces, and knows she owes them

so she eases the comforter lower, down to her waist, and sets about repaying them for their generosity

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