Friends’ Wild Amateur FFM Threesome with Funny Double Blowjob Fun

Short Factual Introduction
This amateur video falls squarely in the homemade / amateur category, featuring a playful bisexual FFM threesome. The scene captures three close friends—two women and one guy—turning a casual hangout into spontaneous, laugh-filled sex. The atmosphere is lighthearted and chaotic: messy living room, phone propped up for recording, lots of giggling, awkward position shifts, and genuine fun rather than polished performance. It’s raw, unscripted energy with bisexual exploration, especially during an extended double blowjob segment where the girls team up on the guy’s cock while cracking jokes and teasing each other. Perfect target audience includes fans of real-life amateur content, bisexual curiosity, group play among friends, and videos that mix humor with explicit action—no pro lighting or fake moans, just everyday people getting horny and going for it.
Scene Overview
The video starts innocently enough with three longtime friends chilling in a typical apartment living room after a night out or lazy weekend afternoon. Beers and snacks are scattered on the coffee table, TV humming in the background with some random show, couch cushions already messed up. One girl (let’s call her Sarah) jokingly brings up an old dare or inside joke about “what if we all just hooked up,” and the vibe flips fast. The guy (Michael) laughs it off at first but gets visibly hard when the two girls start making out playfully to tease him.
Soon clothes come off clumsily—shirts half-stuck, pants getting kicked under the couch. The bisexual element kicks in naturally as the girls kiss, touch each other’s tits and pussies while pulling Michael in. A standout moment is the double blowjob: both girls kneel between his legs, taking turns sucking his cock, licking the shaft together, giggling when their tongues bump or when one gags a bit too dramatically. They make eye contact with the camera (and each other) a lot, adding that authentic “we’re doing this for fun” feel.
The action moves to the couch for fucking—girl-on-girl pussy licking while the guy watches and strokes, then full penetration with positions switching quickly because someone’s knee hurts or the angle’s off. There’s plenty of verbal banter: “Oh fuck, your pussy’s so wet,” “Suck his balls while I ride him,” mixed with bursts of laughter when things get awkward like a leg cramp or hair in the face. It builds to messy climaxes with cum shared between the girls in a bisexual finish, everyone out of breath and grinning. The whole thing feels like real friends pushing boundaries for the thrill, captured on a shaky phone with natural lighting and background noise making it unmistakably homemade.
Story Inspired by the Video
Sarah and Emily had been best friends since college, the kind who shared everything—clothes, secrets, bad breakups. Michael was Emily’s on-again, off-again guy, but lately it was more on, and Sarah had always thought he was cute in that scruffy, doesn’t-try-too-hard way. Tonight they were just hanging out at Emily’s place after grabbing tacos. The living room smelled like cumin and weed from earlier. Some dumb reality show droned on the TV, volume low.
They’d already polished off a six-pack when Emily, sprawled on the couch in yoga pants and a tank top, nudged Sarah with her foot. “Remember that time we said we’d try a threesome if we ever got drunk enough?”
Sarah laughed, cheeks flushed. “We were joking.”
Michael looked up from his phone, eyebrows raised. “Wait, what?”
Emily grinned, evil. “Come on, Mike. You’ve got two hot girls here. Don’t act like you haven’t thought about it.”
Sarah felt the shift. Her heart picked up. She glanced at Michael—his shorts were tenting already. Fuck it. She leaned over and kissed Emily, soft at first, testing. Emily kissed back hard, tongue sliding in, hand cupping Sarah’s tit through her shirt. Michael watched, breathing heavier.
“Get over here,” Emily said, pulling him by the shirt.
They tumbled onto the couch in a mess of limbs. Sarah yanked Michael’s shorts down; his cock sprang out, hard and thick. Emily wrapped her hand around it first, stroking slow. “Look at this thing. We’ve been missing out.”
Sarah laughed nervously. “Shut up and share.”
They both dropped to their knees on the carpet. The phone was propped on the coffee table now, red light blinking. Emily licked the head, tongue flat, then Sarah joined, their mouths meeting around his shaft. It was sloppy—tongues sliding over each other, spit dripping, both girls giggling when their lips brushed. Michael groaned, hands in their hair. “Holy shit, you two…”
Emily sucked deeper, cheeks hollowing, then popped off. “Your turn. Make him moan.”
Sarah took him in, bobbing fast, gagging a little on purpose to make Emily crack up. “You’re such a show-off,” Emily teased, licking his balls while Sarah worked the head. They traded again, double-teaming— one sucking the tip, the other licking the underside, tongues crossing. Michael’s hips jerked. “Fuck, don’t stop.”
They kept at it for what felt like forever, laughing every time spit stringed between their mouths or when Sarah’s hair got in the way. Emily pulled back, stroking him fast. “You gonna cum already? We haven’t even fucked yet.”
Michael shook his head, grinning. “Not yet. I want pussy.”
Emily stood, peeled off her pants. No panties. Her pussy was shaved, lips already swollen. She straddled Michael’s lap on the couch, sinking down slow. “Oh god, yes.” She rocked, tits bouncing under her tank. Sarah watched, fingering herself, then climbed up to kiss Emily while she rode.
Sarah reached down, rubbing Emily’s clit. Emily moaned louder. “Fuck, Sarah… touch me.”
Michael thrust up hard. “You two are killing me.”
They switched. Sarah got on all fours over the arm of the couch. Michael slid into her from behind, wet and easy. Emily knelt in front, spreading her legs so Sarah could eat her out. Sarah dove in, tongue flicking Emily’s clit, tasting how turned on she was. Michael slapped Sarah’s ass lightly. “Your pussy’s so tight.”
Emily laughed breathlessly. “Tell her she’s doing good.”
Sarah mumbled against Emily’s folds, “Shut up and cum.”
The room filled with wet sounds—skin slapping, sucking, moans. Emily came first, thighs shaking around Sarah’s face, grinding hard. “Fuck yes!”
Michael pulled out, flipped Sarah onto her back. Emily helped guide his cock back in. He fucked her deep, fast. Emily straddled Sarah’s face now, riding her tongue while leaning down to kiss Michael.
It got frantic. Michael grunted, “I’m close.”
Emily hopped off. “Cum on us. Both of us.”
They knelt again, mouths open. Michael stroked fast. Thick ropes shot out—first on Sarah’s tongue, then Emily’s cheek, dripping down. The girls laughed, licking each other clean, swapping the mess in a sloppy kiss. Cum stringed between their lips.
They collapsed on the couch, panting, sweaty. Emily wiped her face with her tank top. “Well, that was fun.”
Sarah snorted. “Understatement.”
Michael grabbed his phone, stopped the recording. “Shit, the tacos are probably cold.”
Emily stood, pulling pants up. “Microwave’s right there. Round two after food?”
Sarah grinned, still catching her breath. “Only if you promise not to film the eating part.”
They all laughed, the room smelling like sex and tacos now, back to normal life—just a little dirtier.