It was a bit unexpected when a girl came up to me and asked if I wanted a free kiss during the parade. 

I gave her a little smile, she was cute with her cute little bi-flag on her shoulder. 

I looked at my partner, Julian, and he nodded at me saying, "Go ahead,'' I didn’t want him to be jealous, and I wanted to know if he was okay with the consequences of this seemingly innocent little kiss. 

He knew what was bound to happen.

“Sure, why not.” He said. 

Sure, why not. I thought. The girl was cute, her little nose, those dark brown eyes, her shiny black hair, and that lovely smile. 

It made my heart jump a little bit. 

I leaned down, puckered my lips and we shared what should have been an innocent little peck. 

If it was anyone else. 

The moment our lips touched I felt a connection forming. Like an electric circuit closing and linking her to me. 

There was a soft moan, a visible shiver that ran through her body as she took a step back. 

The poor little thing didn’t know what hit her. Blushing, she apologized and ran away, holding her friend’s hand. They dropped a small cardboard sign that read, “Free Kisses”. She probably thought that we would never meet again. 

But it was done. 

Julian and I walked down among the multitude, watching all the people wearing skimpy outfits, shibari in plain daylight, the shirtless boys. Lovely people in drag and more. 

My lover waved his blue, white, and pink flag as we shared a kiss among the crowd.

We walked to the little alleys between the big building on the route of the parade. 

He was panting, barely holding back. I grinned at him. 

“Already?” I whispered into his ear. 

As a reply, he simply nodded and moaned. 

“This way,” I said and held his hand, leading him past a couple that were kissing against a wall. The sound of the music and the cheer faded to a murmur. 

It was hot, both the weather and Julian. He was panting, his were eyes distant and filled with need. 

No one had noticed the little rotor that I tucked inside his cunt before the parade began. 

“Are you thirsty,” I asked.

He nodded, his eyes were pleading with me to do something, anything.

I took a sip from our water bottle and held his chin, kissing him, I made him drink from my lips. 

My hands began to roam his naked chest, caressing him, I felt a tingling sensation. 

She was close.

I felt her, heard her approach, trying to mask her movement with lithe steps. 

Without looking back, I knew she was watching us. 

I caressed Julian’s waist, my hands sliding down to the rim of his pants, unzipping them, pulling them down gently. 

My tongue danced with his, my fingers slid between his legs, caressing his tdick, rubbing his hard nub.

Loud moans escaped from his lips the moment I broke the kiss. 

Leaning into his ear I whispered, “Open your eyes, my darling, we have an audience.” 

Julian, my obedient little boy. He complied, and I knew he met her eyes since I heard a little gasp from behind us. 

But she didn’t shy away, she didn’t leave. 

He licked and bit his lips, looking at her. 

“My exhibitionist slut,” I said and slid two fingers inside his cunt. 

Gasping, he closed his eyes and focused on the feeling of my fingers fucking his cunt. His moans became louder, he was performing for her. 

There was that feeling, like electricity vibrating through the air, that connection. Her eyes darted between us, the lust began to consume her. 

I closed my eyes and listened, to Julian panting, the distant rumble of the parade, the music. 

And I heard her breathe, the way she fumbled in her clothes. I listened as she slid her hands between her legs, the way she tried to stifle a moan the moment her fingers touched her clit. 

Julian pulled me closer, his fingernails digging into my skin. 

“Come closer,” he said.

I could feel the doubts in her mind. The confusion and apprehension. 

She took a single step forward and all that hesitation evaporated.

I hear her skirt drop to the floor before she knelt.

“What’s your name, little butterfly?” Julian asked between moans. 

“Nicole?” She said, almost uncertain of their own name, then she added, “Nicky.”

I didn’t pay her much attention. I could feel her arousal grow. Her fingers playing with her clit, sliding inside her pussy. She was trying to feel what Julian was feeling.

She was dripping, fucking herself with the same cadence and rhythm as my fingers were fucking Jamie. 

“How do you feel, Nicky?” He said, his voice dripping with need.

Nicky gulped, she looked around.

I took my fingers away from Julian’s cunt, and turned around, “Don’t.” I said and grabbed her chin, letting my fingers slide into her mouth. She took them with delight, licking them and closing her eyes, “Focus on this, on that feeling. Forget about everything else.”

I felt her consciousness begin to dim, “let go of everything else, just your pleasure and us.”

Both hands were on her pussy. Her left hand was fucking her, a little faster, a little harder; while the fingers of her right hand danced gently over her clit. 

She was breathing hard. Her need was taking over. 

Julian walked around her.

“Would you like to feel his fingers in your cunt, my little butterfly?” He said, whispering into her ear.

She moaned and eagerly nodded.

“Or would you like to feel his cock?” He groped her tits over the fabric of her blouse.

Nicky jumped in place and opened her eyes.

Immediately she saw my cock, rock hard above her face.

She gasped.

Julian grabbed her chin, looking into her eyes, he kissed her.

“Would you?” He said when they broke the kiss.

Nicky stared at him, blushing, she nodded.

“How about we start by serving him? Our master.”

Nicky averted her eyes. Her mind was going fast, trying to cope with what was happening.

Julian led her head and my cock.

The young girl looked up at me, closed her eyes, and whispered, “…Master.” Before kissing the tip of my cock.

The moment her lips touched my cock, I felt that connection grow. It was like electricity running through my body. Pleasure spreading from my cock, going up through my spine and spreading through all my body.

And I knew she was feeling the same. 

I moaned.

She moaned.

For a second she shivered, kneeling and trying not to move. Pleasure going through her whole being was overwhelming her mind, her body.

Julian smiled and joined her.

His tongue ran from my balls and up my shaft. He was feeling the same shared pleasure as Nicky and me. But he was used to it.

It was addicting.

Julian helped her, moving her head. Kissing her over my cock.

After that initial connection, she slowly began to move by herself, enjoying my cock. Licking and looking up at me.

Julian’s fingers teased her pussy.

Nicky’s hand found its way to his cunt.

After a few moments that felt like forever, I was getting close.

Then I felt Julian, his mischief and desire.

“You are good,” he said with an impish smile. “But we don’t him cum. Not yet”

“Fuck.” I moaned.

Julian got up and helped Nicky stand up.

He unbuttoned her blouse, letting her tits out. She was not wearing a bra.

“Ever licked someone else’s cunt?” He said groping her body.

Nicky blushed again, turning a bit red.

“Just my friend. The one I was with?”

Julian leaned against the wall, he spread his legs and his cunt. 

I smiled at him, going around Nicky, grabbing her waist, kissing her neck.

The girl whimpered, feeling that connection deepening with every touch between us.

“What happened to your friend?” I asked while I felt her firm breasts; while touching and pinching her nipples.

“She is waiting for me in a nearby cafe,” Nicky said.

Julian pulled her for a kiss. He smiled.

“Have you ever licked someone else’s cunt while a cock is fucking yours?” He said staring into her eyes.

Nicky shivered.

“You are going to love it,” he said and led her down between his legs.

I pulled her back, helping her bend at the waist. Nicky’s hands grabbed Julian’s ass and legs, not letting go.

I took a moment, waiting at the entrance, “Just one more thing,” I said caressing Nicky’s ass, grabbing her waist. 

Julian grabbed her face and looked down at her, he caressed her lips and said, “If you do this, there is no going back. You can no longer feel without his cock. He is addictive. You can still go back, it was fun. And the connection will fade away with time.”

There was genuine concern in his voice. He loved this, but his connection told me he was worried. 

Not everyone can handle it.

And.

He can get possessive at times. 

With my hand on Nicky’s hips, I felt her mind panic. How could we be so mean? Showing her what this felt and stepping away? Taking it all back.

“Please?” Nicky said and in a single motion, she thrust back, fucking herself with my cock, and leaning down to kiss Julian’s tdick. 

Nicky shook at moaned the moment my cock slid between her pussy lips. I felt her pleasure.

Their pleasure. 

And they felt mine. 

It was like a feedback loop, feeding into each other’s desires and lust. Moaning and grasping each other’s skins. 

Julian pulled me for a kiss. Nicky clenched her pussy. I grasped Nicky’s hair, pushing her into Julian’s cunt. 

We fucked each other. 

Pleasure building up. My cock thrusts faster. Julian moaned louder.

I pulled Nicky close, grabbing her tits. 

Julian pulled us both close. 

He kissed her. 

We all kissed. 

Our connection burned bright. 

Panting, sweating, focused on each other’s bodies. I kissed Nicky, a passionate and deep kiss this time. 

Julian then pulled me and kissed me with love. Almost like he was asserting his place, reminding us he was there first. That he was mine. 

Nicky then kissed Julian, caressing his face. “I don’t mind.” She said and pinched his nipple. 

He laughed. 

“Maybe next time you would like to bring your friend?”

Our little butterfly smiled. 

“She’s been watching us for a while now.” She said, “You can come out now.” 

Julian and I looked back to the entrance of the alley. There she was, staring at us. Kneeling and playing with her tits and pussy just like Nicky had. 

“You are not the only ones that have a deep connection,” She said, and placed a finger on both of us, “But maybe… is it okay if I call my boyfriend? He must be worried, and might want to join us.” She winked at me.

I grabbed her chin and kissed her. 

“Of course,” I said. 

Julian pulled her close and kissed her too, “Of course, our little butterfly.”