Lilly didn't know what to think when she walked in on Aaron pouring a bowl of cake batter down John's trousers.

She was even more stunned when she noticed the flush of arousal on John's face. She was downright stunned when she saw his face contorted in pure ecstasy.

Before she had a chance to stumble out of the kitchen and process her shock, John's eyes flicked open, and the tail end of his orgasmic scream died in his throat.

"What's the matter, Joh- Oh! Aaron turned around in his confusion. Lilly! Uh... I... We can explain."

Lilly tried to close her fallen jaw, but it was a lost cause. Her mind spun, trying to justify the sight before her, but she hadn't a clue what to think right now.

Both men seemed equally frozen in their shock. The only sound was the batter slowly dripping from John's trouser legs and onto the floor.

She cleared her throat and desperately tried to steel her expression. "I'll just... Uhm..." She pointed behind her at the door.

Slowly, she started to step away, but John finally spoke up.

"Or you could stay. She could tell he was struggling to stay upright while seated on the counter, clutching onto the edge with white knuckles and pleasure-glazed eyes, but underneath it all there was a clear vulnerability; a worry that she would walk out that door and never enter again.

Lilly didn't know how to respond. She and John had been only been together for a month (mind you, this was after two years of pretending to be 'just friends'), and she hadn't had the faintest clue that he had any interests beyond the vanilla stuff they'd tried in bed. They'd tried handcuffs once, but it'd left her wrists sore and her arms aching. He'd given no indication he wanted to try anything new.

Though, if he was going to open up to someone else, she wasn't surprised it was Aaron.

Aaron was a very close mutual friend of theirs. One that claimed to have tried every trick in the Kama Sutra by his twenty-first birthday, and not a soul doubted him. Aaron was the kind of guy who would shag anything with a pulse (and probably an inanimate object or two if they had an appealing structure). If he was ever abducted by aliens, he'd probably take the probing as foreplay.

He'd given John kissing lessons the pair first got together, and though she was hesitant to admit it, they'd done a world of good. On top of that, he brought up the subject of a threesome at every turn. Though the couple continued to roll their eyes and refuse him his wish, both were beginning to give in to the idea.

So as Lilly stood in the kitchen in front of her surprised best friend and her sex-dazed boyfriend, she was only half surprised to hear herself say, "Okay."

Lilly approached John and took a closer look at his state.

He'd been thoroughly snogged, there was no doubt there. His messy brown locks has been tousled in all directions and his pouty bottom lip was looking plump and tenderized. The glazed-over eyes could have been a mere product of his climax, but Lilly suspected it had a lot more to do with the warm goo still working its way down his legs.

He was in his good suit, and despite his disheveled state, it was clear he'd spent some time cleaning himself up before this debasement.

"You never told me you liked this, John," said Lilly. She placed a firm hand on his crotch, squishing the thick liquid around his cock and he bucked into her hand.

"I..." he panted. "I was too afraid you wouldn't... That you would... Find it gross." He moaned and burrowed his face in the crook of her neck as she continued to knead the front of his trousers.

"Oh, but I do, John. It's terribly gross. Disgusting. Revolting. Nasty." She punctuated each word with a hard squeeze and John whimpered desperately. Lilly was delighted to find him half-hard again so soon after orgasm, but she was sure she could get him back to full-mast soon enough. "And you know what?"

"What?" he gasped through clenched teeth.

"I love it."

There it was. Nice and stiff, just for her. She turned her eyes to Aaron, who was watching the scene play out with undisguised interest. She peeked down and saw the other man tenting his trousers as well.

Brining her mouth to John's ear, she whispered. Her breath was hot and wet and tickled his ear pleasantly. She kept her eyes fixed on the other man. "So why is Aaron here, hm? Does he like it messy as well? Wouldn't surprise me. But how did you know?"

John tried to answer, but his brain was too clouded in arousal, his hips rocking a gentle rhythm against her thigh.

"What did you say to him? Did you tell him you wanted to get filthy? Did you ask him to make you dirty? Were you going to get him to fuck you?"

She shoved her hand into his open trousers and pulled him out of his sodden pants and began to stroke his slime-covered length.

"How did it feel when he poured that batter over your cock? How did it feel when it was seeping into your trousers, dripping onto the floor?"

John bit into her neck and cried out, and she knew he was close. Eyeing Aaron, she could see him palming the front of his own trousers, mirroring the strokes of her hand.

"You're never going to get those clean, you know. They'll be stained forever. Maybe they'll even be a bit sticky. Sticky with the slime and your cum and every time you wear them you'll remember this. You'll remember me getting you off and the sound of my hand moving back and forth in the mess..."

John couldn't hold on any longer. With a shout, his hips thrusted wildly against her hand and he shot his release all over her white blouse and her jeans.

Lilly wiped her sticky hand on the side of her blouse, next to the wet spot. It wasn't as if she was planning on getting out of this kitchen with the garment intact, after all.

She turned to Aaron, who was flush and still rubbing the front of his trousers. A small spot appeared; a result of the pre-cum leaking from his tip.

"God, Lilly," he breathed.

Lilly hopped up on the counter beside John and pulled his head into her lap. He curled up on his side gladly and kissed her clothed thigh. Her fingers ran through the silky strands of his hair. He practically purred, basking in the warmth of satiation. Looking beside her, Lilly found the bowl used for the batter. Intrigued, she scraped a finger along the bottom of the bowl with her free hand, and slowly licked it clean.

"Hmm. That's good. You make that?" she asked Aaron.

"Uh, yeah," he replied. His hand had moved away from his trousers, perhaps with a little shame, but his pupils were still blown with arousal.

"Really though. How did he ask you? I want to know."

She could feel the blood rushing to John's face under her fingertips as he blushed. He squirmed a little in discomfort, but she ran her hand over his arm soothingly as he calmed a little.

"It's okay, John," she said in a low tone. "I just want to know. I love you and I want to know everything about you." She tugged his hair a little. "Especially your kinks."

Aaron licked his lips, enticed. "Wow you two. You're one lucky bastard, John."

John hummed affirmatively.

"Well?" Lilly prompted.

"Actually, he didn't ask me directly. I found him out first."

Lilly grinned wildly. "Oh really?"

"Yeah..." He shifted a little. "God, I really need to kiss you right now. I swear this is the hottest thing I've been a part of since that orgy last summer in the Bahamas. Can I?"

Lilly laughed. "Always knew you'd be one to kiss and tell, Aaron."

He smirked. "Never doubt it."

Rushing over, Aaron stood between Lilly's knees and cupped her face between his hands. He pulled her lips to his and sucked on her bottom lip, running his tongue along the seam of her mouth requesting entry; a request she granted with enthusiasm.

Aaron's fingers explored her hair, lightly scratching the scalp and making Lilly shudder in pleasure. He ran his tongue skilfully along the roof of her mouth and she couldn't hold back a moan.

John watched from below, his head pressed between Lilly's lap and Aaron's erection. He revelled in the view he got; Lilly's hands searching out some purpose, running along Aaron's chest. Aaron supporting Lilly's head with one hand, and gently massaging her breast with the other.

Lilly's mind was starting to fog, but before she allowed Aaron to have his way with her, she needed the rest of John's story.

She pushed lightly on Aaron's chest, and he got the message, pulling away (albeit slowly). He dragged her lip along with him for just a moment, but released it with a pop, leaving Lilly in a trembling mess.

Well, at least they were now all on more equal footing.

She tried to breathe normally. "You were saying. You caught him? What was he doing?"

He looked down at John who seemed totally at the mercy of his partner, gazing up at her, completely smitten. He caught Aaron looking though, and shot him a heated gaze that betrayed no jealousy for their friend's involvement.

"I came over to the flat yesterday because I'd forgotten my mobile when I stayed over a couple nights ago."

Lilly remembered the evening. Aaron had brought enough drinks and munchies to last the whole night, and they'd made good use of them. The trio were up until the sun came out, talking and watching films and laughing too loud at dirty jokes.

"I was just leaving - I thought you guys were already at work - when I heard shuffling around in the bathroom. I heard John groaning and I assumed he was more than a little hungover."

Lilly laughed. "He was! Called in sick, he did."

"Well that was one hell of a way to spend a sick day, I'll tell you." Aaron leered down at John, who was starting to look interested again.

"I came into the bathroom and John was sitting in the bathtub, dressed in his work shirt, tie and pants - no trousers - completely covered in black treacle."

John and Lilly inhaled sharply in unison, though John's was a little more apprehensive. He was still worried Lilly was going to see him for who he was; a disgusting freak with a weird fetish.

Aaron continued.

"He was using one hand to coat his hair and face in it while the other was holding his cock."

Lilly flushed in arousal and found her fingers drifting down towards her centre. She needed friction, anything to rub the edge off, but she needed to hear more at the same time.

"He didn't notice when I came in. I think it was probably because he was trying to get it in his ears. He noticed eventually though. Opened his sticky eyes and saw me standing in the doorway. But he just couldn't stop. He was too close."

Lilly bit her lip in anticipation, her hand tugging on John's hair in some attempt to curb her growing need. He didn't seem to mind, his lips parting and his breaths getting heavier.

"So I watched as he jacked himself off in the bathtub with his eyes locked on me. When he came he tried so hard not to shout, I saw it, but it was so good he couldn't stop himself."

Lilly hummed arousedly. "So what did you do?"

Aaron smirked. "I asked him if he wanted a little help next time he got dirty. He's not the first person I've known to get off that way, and I know a few tricks of the trade."

She chuckled. "Of course he isn't."

"The question still stands, though, Lilly."Reaching around her side, he picked up a bottle of maple syrup. "You want to join?"

She couldn't take any more. "God yes. Please."

John sat up and slinked off the table. He positioned himself so his head was cushioned between Lilly's thighs and he and Aaron shared a look of understanding.

Aaron handed John the bottle, and he snapped the lid open.

"You ready?" he asked. There was still a look of uncertainty in his eyes, and Lilly melted.

She ran a hand over his cheek and brushed her fingers over his lips. "Let's do this."

Slowly, John tipped the bottle up and poured a little of the sticky liquid onto Lilly's jeans. She shuddered pleasantly at the sensation. It was odd. Very odd. She felt like she ought to rush to go clean herself up, but instead she knew she was going to ruin her clothes further. It shot heat right through her and she felt her wetness grow.

John poured the syrup over both her thighs and then placed the bottle on the counter. He planted his hands right in the sticky mess and spread it around, warming her legs with his heated palms.

"How does that feel?" he questioned.

Lilly took a deep breath. "Oh my god that feels good. It feels so wrong, but it's so hot."

John smiled at her reaction, then moved his sticky fingers to the button of her jeans.

"May I?"

"John, if something isn't inside me in the next ten second I swear I'm going to hit someone."

Aaron chuckled. "Well not all of us would be opposed to that."

Lilly shot him a look. "Next time." Aaron chuckled, very pleased with her response.

John pulled her jeans and knickers down in one go and promptly slid his tongue inside her.

"Oh god!" she cried out.

He was so good with that tongue of his. He had such an oral fixation, she'd not been at all surprised to find he was a genius in this particular activity. Still, it didn't take surprise for her to be left completely boneless every time.

Just when she was starting to lose herself in the sensation of John's lips around her clit, Lilly felt something softly hit her head and start to run down her face.

The syrup!

Aaron had climbed up on the table behind the couple and was now pouring the bottle atop Lilly's head.

Lilly cried out, helplessly aroused. The sweet, sticky liquid trailed down her face and ran down her blouse, staining the white material and adding to its transparency. As the liquid ran lower, it encountered John's face. He took the opportunity to lick at it frantically as it flowed over her clit, a combination of sensations that had Lilly teetering right on the edge.

Aaron leaned forward more and poured a good amount of syrup directly on John's head. It soaked into his hair and ran down his face, and he grunted in pleasure.

He stuck two fingers inside her and rubbed deliciously against her spot. It was almost enough.

It was as she felt Aaron's hands in her hair, spreading the mess, that she tipped over. The realization that she was completely, irrevocably messy was the catalyst. It was going to take hours to get her hair back to its proper state, and she just didn't care. She was going to revel in it.

Screaming out her climax, she rode John's fingers and tongue over the edge and cried out with every contraction of her muscles, the feeling of his fingers inside her and Aaron's hands on her drawing out every last possible shudder.

The release of her climax rushed through her, washing the tension away from every inch of her body and leaving her slumped in Aaron's arms contentedly. John was still licking at her, though now his focus was more innocently licking the sweet syrup from her stomach.

That was Lilly was lost for words. That was She laughed. Very sticky, that's what that was.

Aaron laughed from behind her, and John laughed too, but she could sense the tenseness in him as he wondered what she really thought. Overcome by a wave of affection for her lover, she ran her hand through his gloopy hair and smiled.

It was absolutely gorgeous. Can't wait to do it again.

Though he didn't show it overtly, Lilly could see the tension from the anticipation leave his shoulders.

Tentatively, she reached her fingers up to touch her own hair. The syrup was clumping strands of hair together and making her carefully-curled locks a slowly-dripping tangle. She laughed at the ridiculousness of it all as she wiped away a small bit of the liquid from around her eyes.

Now that her sexual appetite had been satisfied, it was easier to take stock of exactly the situation she was in. She was sticky, wet, and dripping streams of syrup onto the counter and floor. She ought to be horrified by the disastrous mess, but instead she could only think about how good it had felt to let go of every anxiety and nitpicky bit of clean-freak that she had in her. On top of that, she could never possibly get tired of the feeling of John's warm head resting on her thigh and - surprisingly - the sensation of Aaron's arms behind her, holding her steady.

She took a moment to just bask in it all. Moving her hands to her breasts, she experimented with the feel of the syrup. Her blouse had soaked up a lot of the sticky substance and she rubbed it against her chest. She couldn't help the small sigh of pleasure that escaped her.

Within a moment, she felt Aaron's hands sneaking between her arms and torso to cover her own. Meanwhile, John's hands were sliding up her thighs and massaging gently around her core.

Lilly gave in to their ministrations and relaxed against Aaron's chest. She left her hands fall to her sides and Aaron's took over. He gently massaged her breasts over her bra, then slipped one hand inside to pinch her nipple.

It was different from their first round, the fire in her core simmering slowly rather than flaring up suddenly. However, it only took a few minutes of their combined efforts to have Lilly right back on the edge.

John's hands were magical, she swore. He circled his thumbs around her hips and her thighs, never getting quite where she wanted them but teasing mercilessly. Aaron's hands were working their own magic, deftly unbuttoning her soaked blouse and unclipping her bra with such deftness that she barely noticed until he was slipping the items down her shoulders.

Lilly let the sodden garments fall to the table with a shlock and then moaned as Aaron returned to his task. His fingers working under and around her breasts in tandem with John's massage had her keening and pleading under her breath.

Please she breathed. Need Need you to

John moved his fingers a fraction closer to her centre and she gasped. What do you need, love?

She was having trouble making simple sentences in her head. Her world was oh-so-pleasantly fuzzy, but she wasn't going to get what she needed unless she asked.

Need you GUH need you inside. Now. She curled her fingers and toes, trying to somehow reach her release, but the boys' efforts weren't going to get her close enough to go over. And they knew it too, the bastards.

Aaron tilted his head down and sucked the top of her ear in his mouth. Lilly closed her eyes and shivered.

Which one of us, hon?

Both, she gasped. I need you both. Please!

Aaron chuckled and shared a grin with John. Well who am I to deny the lovely lady? You up for it yet?

John nodded.

Lilly heard Aaron chuckle from behind her, followed by the soft snap of an opening bottle.

I was saving this for John earlier, but I don't think he'll mind.

John laughed at that. He was standing up, giving his cock lazy strokes to urge himself to full hardness once more. Not at all.

Lilly squeaked when she felt two slick fingers slipping between her cheeks.

Cold?

No, no. Just unexpected. Never done this before.

Aaron kissed her shoulder. That's okay. We'll ease you into it. With that he slipped one finger slowly into her ass, keeping it there for a few seconds to let her settle.

Oh That's Different. The feeling of the finger inside her was pleasant in a way she'd never experienced before. The gentle stretch and the virgin sensations were feeding her arousal.

John rose an eyebrow. Good different or bad different?

She laughed. Just different. But yeah I want more.

Aaron squeezed her shoulder encouragingly. Sure thing sweetheart. He slipped a second finger in and pumped gently a few times.

Lilly's mouth dropped open and she let out a small moan. Aaron laughed good-naturedly. I think the lady likes it. What about you, John? Ready for this?

John grinned. Oh yeah. You, love?

Lilly moaned again as Aaron scissored his fingers inside her. You get your ass over here.

John chuckled. You sure it's my ass you want?

Lilly grabbed him in hand and his smug grin vanished into an aroused O. She ran her slick, messy hand along his length in time with the movements of Aaron's fingers, matching his rhythm. John, his knees suddenly feeling unstable, gripped the table tightly with one hand, and grasped Lilly's shoulder with the other. From behind her, Aaron laced the fingers of his free hand with John's.

Lilly pulled John close and ran his cock along her slick fold. They both gasped as his tip ran over her clit. His head came to rest on hers, their breath on each others' faces, blown in short puffs. Lilly took the opportunity to pull him into a deep kiss. John bucked forward and they swallowed each other's moans.

Lilly felt Aaron's hand slip from John's and run over her back in encouraging movements.

After a few long moments, Lilly broke away for breath.

So how're we going to do this? she questioned.

Aaron was prepared for the question. I'm going to need you to shift a little, hon. Just get up on your knees here

Lilly squirmed a bit and managed to get onto her knees on the tabletop without dislodging Aaron's fingers or John's embrace. When she settled, both men laid kisses on her shoulders in praise.

Now the rest of it's up to us, Aaron continued.

Sharing a look with John, he slipped his fingers out of her and both men took position below her entrances.

A looked passed between the two men, and in an instant she was fuller than she'd even been. She let out a moan; low and loud, a guttural noise of pleasure that sent both men bucking further inside her. Both cocks stretched her deliciously, and she almost sobbed from the aching satisfaction in brought her.

Move, she breathed.

Both men were panting heavily, and neither needed to be told twice. John went first, slipping out of her just enough to ram back up inside her. He cried out from the sensation of his sensitive cock squeezed tightly inside her wet warmth. Aaron, inside her from behind, could feel John's movements through the thin wall inside Lilly and returned the other man's noises with a groan. He couldn't hold on any longer and pistoned slowly in and out of her ass.

God, Lilly, John groaned. You're so hot. So tight. I just He thrust again. Oohh. You feel so good.

She kissed his neck. I love the way you both feel inside me. Like I'm being torn apart but it feels so good.

Both men let out moans.

More. Lilly demanded.

Aaron was struggling to maintain enough composure to speak. More Ugh More what, sweetheart?

Words were scrambled in Lilly's brain and she didn't have the presence of mind to rearrange them. She let out a whimper. MORE.

Aaron understood the simple message and drove into her harder.

Within moments, the trio had found a rhythm. Their slick bodies were lubricated by the enormous mess on and around them, and they slid over each others skin like silk on silk. John pulled out, and Aaron pushed in. John pushed in, and Aaron pulled out. Lilly rocked back and forth, losing herself in sensual ecstasy.

The men's grunts, groans, and Lilly's sighs and shouts crescendoed as the tension in each of their bellies coiled tighter and tighter.

PLEASE, JOHN. AARON, PLEASE!! Lilly gripped John's hips in desperation, shoving his cock inside her harder. Faster.

I'm not gonna last, love, John choked.

Close, she keened. So close!

Aaron was reaching his limit behind her. He massaged her breasts roughly and jerked his wildly. Two more strokes and he shouted, spilling himself inside her.

John rubbed her clit with his thumb frantically. The spark of sensation and the sounds of Aaron's release were enough to set Lilly off. With a scream of pleasure, the tension inside her snapped, and the wave of her orgasm rolled over her. Her inner muscles clenched down on John's cock and he followed her over the edge.

The three slowed their rhythm gradually. Their noises fell from shouts to satiated hums and moans. Exhausted, the three leaned heavily on each other and basked in the afterglow.

After a few minutes, Aaron sat up with a gentle shlock as he unpasted himself from Lilly's back. All three laughed at the sound and laughed again when John and Lilly sat up, producing a similar noise. Lilly took a long look at John and then gave his cheek a good lick.

Savouring the sweet taste of syrup from earlier, she smiled wide.

We really have to do this again sometime.