My First Threesome
written by:
Jillbaby

MY FIRST THREESOME

Copyright © 2015 by Jillbaby

INTRODUCTION

In my previous stories for the site I've tended mostly to cover adventures in my modeling years or immediately before that time. For this one I decided to go back to sexual experiences in my earlier years.

When we look back on our lives there are significant events that we will always remember. For me as for many others, these include my first orgasm from masturbating and of course my first fuck.

This story is about another significant event; my first threesome with two men. Even in the current sexually permissive times, I would dare to suggest that not many women experience that arrangement in their lifetime; at least not in a fully consensual way without any coercion or prostitution.

Back then when I was twenty I certainly hadn't imagined that I would ever indulge in such a thing or indeed would continue to enjoy it for many years to come.

Please don't expect anal sex in this story. I'm being truthful about the events of that time and I didn't experience anal until I was older. Also I would ask my regular readers to remember that when I describe my emotions they are those of the young Jill and not the very experienced one you know so well.

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I had just finished a college course and received my diploma. I had been living in a small rented two-bedroom house which I shared with another woman, a fellow student called Anne. I had only a couple of days left at our house before heading home. Anne had already gone so I was on my own.

By that time in my life my sexual appetite had become very demanding. I was experienced in normal one-on-one sex and had been through a good number of boyfriends. My then current one was called Peter and we had been together for a couple of months. He was also studying at the college and was a year older.

Anne also enjoyed a good time and we had got on well together. We freely exchanged tasty details about our lovemaking. There was little point in being coy about it since we could often hear each other fucking a man in our respective bedrooms.

At the time Anne was with a guy called Roy. As it happened, he knew Peter, and the four of us often went out together for a meal or a trip to a concert. As far as she and I were concerned, we wouldn't have dreamed of poaching each other's boyfriend and the men seemed to respect that.

Like me, Anne had enjoyed a succession of boyfriends but seemed particularly keen on Roy. On one occasion I discovered what might be one of the reasons why Anne was so interested in him.

We had been to an outdoor concert held in a field on the outskirts of the small town where we lived. It was a beautiful warm summer night and when the show was over, rather than get in the big queue of cars leaving the parking area, we decided to go for a stroll in the surrounding countryside.

When we came across a lovely stream Roy dared us to skinny-dip.

Anne and I laughingly protested and at first insisted on keeping on our bras and panties. However Anne gave in and persuaded me to do likewise. So all four of us leapt naked into the cool water.

When we were stripping I got a glimpse of what might have made Anne so attracted to Roy - his big cock. I didn't have time to try work out measurement details as I took in the image of how it hung from him. It was long, thick and uncut and I imagined how heavy it would feel in my small hand.

I felt that I was intruding and quickly looked away in embarrassment. I was surprised that Anne had never mentioned it. Perhaps she was being polite and didn't want to brag or make Peter sound inadequate.

Anyway we didn't stay in the water for very long and when we heard voices we jumped out and whipped on our clothes over wet bodies. I carefully avoided looking at Roy's cock that time.

That was about a month earlier and now I was getting ready to leave for home.

I felt rather sad when we said goodbye. But when we are young, the world beckons and we are always ready for the next steps. We promised to stay in touch but I was pretty sure that contact would soon fade away.

I had received a shock when she casually mentioned that she was looking forward to meeting her long-time boyfriend back home. They had kept in touch while she was at college and had got together whenever she had gone home for a weekend or college breaks.

A boyfriend? I thought of all those nights I had heard her fucking Roy in her room. When I asked if he knew about Roy, she shrugged,

"Of course...he and I agreed that no-strings sex would be fine for both of us until we could get together again...and Roy knew about it too."

Well good for her I thought, although I was surprised that she had never mentioned the boyfriend to me before. Although I didn't have anyone back home, I wasn't feeling too sad about leaving Peter. It had been a nice relationship. We got on well and the sex had been good but we had both known that it was a temporary thing.

He and Roy had been on a course that finished a little later than mine and they were staying on for another couple of weeks. I was enjoying the luxury of relaxing without having to study and it was still summer.

With only two days left at the house, I woke up to a muggy morning; it felt particularly hot and humid. Peter had arranged to go swimming with Roy and said he would join me later. I rubbed some sunblock into my skin and put on a bikini. The kitchen door opened onto a small walled yard and I grabbed a beer from the fridge and stretched out on a recliner in the sun.

The air was thick and after an hour and a second beer I was feeling lightheaded and dreamy. I started to think about Peter and sex but my thoughts turned to Roy instead. I couldn't get over my surprise about the casual relationship he had enjoyed with Anne while knowing about her boyfriend back home. Well maybe I was being too conservative in my attitude I decided, although I was certainly no saint.

Suddenly, in my mind's eye I pictured Roy when I had seen him naked with his big cock dangling. I had never been obsessed with the size of cocks but his had an erotic effect on me. Dreamily, I imagined holding it.

I let one hand float down, over my breast, over my hips and down over my warm oily stomach. I slipped it inside my bikini bottom until my fingers touched my clit. I was surprised by how it had swollen. I let out a low moan, threw my head back and pressed my legs together holding my fingers in place. My other hand moved up to a breast, found a nipple and started to play with it through the bikini.

My hands now had a mind of their own as they started to make love to my body. The beer, the sun and the image of Roy's cock had brought me to a sudden peak of arousal. I was now in another world as I played with myself. Every now and then I would let out a sharp moan and squeeze my legs tightly together as a ripple ran through my groin. I was just about to go indoors and finish myself off properly when a voice startled me,

"Hey, Jill, what are you up to...you naughty thing?"

My hand shot out of my bikini and my erotic dream evaporated. I opened my eyes to see Peter in the kitchen doorway. He had a key to the house and even in my surprise I reminded myself that I must get the key back to return it to the owners when I left.

He was wearing khaki shorts and a short sleeved, white button-down shirt. He walked over to me, grinning,

"Sorry to interrupt...you looked as if you were enjoying yourself. Need any help?" He winked.

I knew it was silly to feel embarrassed and in an effort to regain control, I grinned up at him,

"Yes, I want to fuck you right now!"

"Certainly Ma'am," he quipped. "I'm at your service."

He leaned forward, kissed me on my forehead and held out a hand. When I took it and stood up he pulled me against him. We kissed softly and slowly for a long time.

"C'mon. Let's go inside," he whispered into my mouth.

We only got as far as the kitchen. As soon as the door slammed shut we ripped off each other's few items of clothing. It seemed that seeing me masturbating had really excited him, and I was already extremely horny.

When we were naked he pressed me against the kitchen door, leaned into me and angled his cock between my parted legs. Grabbing me behind one knee, he raised my thigh leaving me balancing on one leg. As his other hand went to guide his cock, I would have tipped over if he hadn't had me so firmly pinned against the door.

Peter entered me and my hot moist pussy sucked him in with absolutely no resistance. I had never been fucked in a standing position before and the spontaneity of the event made it even more arousing.

This was a wild primal fuck with no preliminaries - just two people intent on getting satisfaction; rutting without emotion, like animals.

As he pounded me against the door I was vaguely aware of discomfort in my back from the hard surface. But strangely, I wanted him to do it harder. I was being fucked ruthlessly and it was wonderful. I felt totally possessed and under his control and I was gasping with pleasure and lust for more. The only movement I could make was to dig my fingernails into his back as I clung to him desperately still balanced one leg.

When he let go of my knee I wrapped my freed leg around him in a sexual frenzy. Our position as he flexed his knees, was causing the base of his cock and his pubic bone to rub against my clit as he thrust deep into me, again and again. With a shock I realized that I seemed to be rushing towards an orgasm from just fucking, without any other stimulus to my clit - something that had never happened before.

We were dripping with sweat, our hot breath in each other's ears. Peter was very fit and went at me harder and faster, grunting each time his cock filled me to the brim. His cock, coated in my slippery flowing juices slid in and out with amazing speed and he was panting loudly as he gasped for breath.

Then I felt him spurt into me.

He froze for an instant and then his knees seemed to give way and I started to slide down the door. He quickly recovered and as he straightened up, we were still linked by his cock. I was just on the brink of cumming and didn't want to release it. My right hand flashed down between us to find my swollen clit.

As I strummed it, his grip on me relaxed. I somehow managed to cling on with my leg around him and one arm around his neck. My clit quickly responded. I screamed as there was a flash of light behind my closed eyelids followed by a long, rolling, gut-wrenching orgasm.

Suddenly I was exhausted. My clinging leg and arm flopped free and the knee of the supporting leg buckled under me. I was left dangling, supported only by Peter's firm hands as he threw his arms around me. His cock slithered free and he leaned over and buried his face in my hair.

We held on to each other, panting and sweating. We needed water and stood there in the kitchen, naked and drinking like horses after a hard-fought race.

We showered together with only a half-hearted attempt to get each other stirred up again. When we settled down with a beer Peter told me that he and Roy wanted to take me out to dinner that evening as a farewell treat.

I felt a tinge of guilt at how I had been thinking of Roy's cock. Also I thought that it would feel strange for the three of us to be together without Anne. But of course I accepted. Peter said that he would collect me later and left.

I didn't want to appear seductive, as this was a farewell meeting. However, a smart dress was appropriate for the restaurant we were going to.

I didn't have to spend any time wondering what to wear since I had only one dress with me. There hadn't been many occasions when I needed to dress up during my spell at college. I usually wore tops and skirts.

It was mini-length in moss-green cotton with tiny buttons all the way down the front. Green goes well with my auburn hair. It had quite a high neckline and short sleeves and appeared modest enough. However that could be transformed by use of the buttons.

By undoing one or more at the neck I could reveal varying amounts of cleavage. Also, if I wanted to be daring, I could loosen a button or two at the bottom to reveal even more of my long legs.

Before putting it on, I admired my body in the mirror. At my age I didn't really need to do much to enhance it. But at that time I had started a fitness regime of Pilates and jogging that I still maintain.

At five foot eight, my body is slim but curvaceous. My 34C bust, although on the small side, is shapely and firm enough for me to seldom need a bra. A narrow waist swells out over rounded hips and a firmly curved ass and my long toned legs look sexy in a mini-skirt.

I ran my fingers over my trimmed pubic bush that's the same shade of reddish brown as my hair.

As usual, I didn't bother with a bra - just a white thong and bare legs. In place of the low-heeled pumps I had usually been wearing, I put on my special-occasion black strappy sandals with three inch heels. It was one of the few opportunities I'd had to wear them in recent months. I put on just a touch of makeup and brushed out my hair until it glowed.

The two men lived quite near and we had agreed to share a taxi that would pick us up at my place. When I let them in they both looked smart in tailored pants and long-sleeved shirts.

"Jill, you look great..." Peter told me.

I caught Roy's eyes blatantly undressing me. It was the first time I had seen him look at me that way and I presumed it was because Anne was gone.

He nodded approvingly,

"Good enough to eat," he grinned, with the hint of a double meaning.

That was unusual for him and as the memory of his cock flashed into my mind I found my fingers going protectively to my breasts where I had loosened two buttons of my dress,

"Thank you, kind sirs," I replied with a smile.

Soon after, the taxi arrived for the short trip.

The restaurant was a nice place with real tablecloths and soft lights but was inexpensive. Roy gallantly drew back my chair for me as we sat. The food was delicious and I basked in the attentions of two attractive men. Peter gave my knee an occasional squeeze under the table.

When we had finished, Peter offered to treat us to a few drinks at a club but I thought it would be too crowded and hot. I said I would prefer just to go home where we could enjoy a few bottles of wine I had bought for the occasion. In fact we had shared two bottles with the meal and I was already a little tipsy but enjoying myself.

We got home around 10:00. The house was still hot but when I opened some windows it cooled off a bit. Peter poured us large glasses of chilled white wine and we settled down to listen to some of my CD's.

The wineglass was cold and wet in my hand and the wine tasted sharp and fruity against the back of my throat. I felt totally relaxed and at peace. The years of studying seemed a distant past and I was looking forward to a change. I felt free and released from discipline.

As I listened to the music I sometimes touched the cold glass to the warm skin of my cheek. Once without thinking I held the coolness against my thigh where my dress had slipped back quite a way.

Realizing what I had done I opened my eyes to see Roy staring up my dress where my legs had parted a little,

"You really were the most beautiful girl by far in the restaurant tonight," he said and raised his glass to me.

"You were..." Peter agreed.

"You guys are just saying that," I giggled light-headedly but the way the two men were gazing at me was exciting.

I closed my legs, but although my dress was revealing three-quarters of my bare thighs I didn't feel inclined to push it down to cover them.

As I sprawled back on the chair my thong was drawn up between my buttocks and I was suddenly aware of the pressure on my clit. My skin had the familiar, sensitive glow that it gets when I'm becoming horny and the alcohol added to the pleasant euphoria. The bass from the music sent tingles up my spine and reverberated in my pussy. I struggled to reply formally to the compliments,

"Thank you. Thanks for dinner. I've really enjoyed the evening," I said.

I closed my eyes again and while I sipped my wine I was tapping my free hand on my leg and gently rocking my hips to the beat of the music. It vaguely occurred to me that my movements were like invitation signals but I kept on anyway.

The music was a slow blues number and Peter came over and stroked my hair,

"You seem to like that one...how about a dance?"

That's dangerous, a voice whispered in my head. But I ignored it.

I set down my wine, kicked off my shoes and stood up. He took me in his arms and we swayed to the music. I couldn't understand why I was fixated with the thought of Roy watching me but it was turning me on. Over the past few years I had been aware of some urges to show off my body and I know now that the strong exhibitionism in my nature was developing even then.

I swayed my hips to the heavy bass, aware that with Peter's arm around my waist, my dress had started to creep up my ass. When I rubbed my hips against him I felt his cock swell against my belly. As we shuffled we stopped before a large mirror above a dresser.

Peter slowly turned me around until I was facing it with him behind me. I could see my image, from my face down to the tops of my thighs. The warmth from his hands, his closeness, made me feel protected and relaxed. He whispered in my ear,

"Put your hands up behind your head."

It was a little game we had often played but not in front of a mirror before. I would stand with my hands clasped behind my neck and he would run his hands over my body, kissing or suckling me in various places. Sometimes he would be behind me; other times in front. Of course I had always been naked.

I think that was the point when I lost control, because I obeyed.

I clasped my hands behind my head.

"Look at the mirror," he said with his arms around my waist as we continued to sway to the music.

I had almost forgotten about Roy until I saw him appear in the mirror as he moved behind us. That meant he could see my mirror image too.

When I realized that Peter was fumbling to undo my dress buttons, every instinct in me cried out to stop him. But there was something enchanted about the moment. It might have been the effect of the mirror image, my arousal and the alcohol. My fingers remained firmly clasped together.

Starting at the waist, button after button became undone as Peter's fingers moved upwards. I watched, as if the woman in the mirror wasn't me, as the last of the top ones was freed.

I wanted her breasts - my breasts, to be seen.

When he gently loosened my linked fingers I allowed my arms to flop to my sides. The dress slipped down them to my waist to reveal my naked breasts. The aroused pointed nipples were jutting up from the dimpled and swollen areolas.

I felt that they belonged to someone else. It couldn't be me who was blatantly displaying herself to the two men. I made no effort to resist as Peter gently eased the dress from around my wrists and repositioned my clasped hands behind my neck. That lifted and tightened my breasts even more.

When his hands appeared in front of me again I wanted them to caress my nipples. Instead they began to undo the buttons that stopped my dress from falling over my hips. In my sexual need the disappointment was almost painful.

Slowly the green dress opened down over my stomach. There was a pause at the widest point of my hips. Then one more button was freed and the dress fell of its own accord to the floor and out of sight from the mirror. My image ended just below my pussy where the reddish curly pubes gleamed in the soft light. I felt the material pool around my ankles and I instinctively stepped out of the tangle and kicked it away without moving from my position.

I gazed into the reflection of my eyes. In the dim light they were a deep lavender, heavy-lidded and clouded with lust. I saw them widen as Peter's hands caressed my belly and breasts. Then they moved to meet Roy's reflected gaze.

My conscience made one last attempt to get me to stop my wanton behavior. But it had no chance. In a kind of lightheaded delirium I told myself that it wasn't me in the mirror. It was an imaginary goddess standing naked while Roy watched Peter play with her body.

I closed my eyes, but opened them when Peter whispered,

"Look at how beautiful you are."

His lips pressed against my ear and his breath was warm.

Then I accepted the dreadful truth. I wanted this; I wanted to be the one in the mirror. I wanted Roy to watch and I wanted whatever he was going to do to me.

The music continued, slow and trance inducing and I found myself swaying gently to its beat. It was a perfect accompaniment to what was being done to me. I could feel Peter's erection through his slacks as my ass moved back and forth against him and his hands ran over my body with a random, gentle motion. My arms should have been growing stiff but I felt no pain as I willingly continued to hold my submissive pose.

I opened my eyes and the woman in the mirror swayed with me as the hands caressed her. A man's face hovered each of her shoulders as they gazed at her naked body.

I felt my already distended clit quiver at the thought of how I must be turning them on. My knees weak as I imagined Roy's big thick cock fully erect.

Then Peter's arm was around my hip and his fingers slipped over my mound and between my sodden pussy lips. We had never played this game in front of a mirror and for the first time I took in the sight of my pussy being finger-fucked. My hot wet pinkness was exposed as his fingers pushed my inner lips apart and a thumb brushed my clit. His other hand cupped a breast and I could see my swollen nipple poking from between his fingers.

As Peter's eyes met mine it dawned on me that he too was enjoying watching the action in the mirror. It was as if we were watching ourselves in a porn film. I had a second to reflect that it was a pity that we had only discovered this mirror game now, just as we were going to end our relationship.

Although the images fascinated me, the wonderful effects of his fingers in my pussy and on my breast made me shudder and close my eyes in delight. My legs were weakening and finally I had to bring my arms down to lean on the dresser for support. At least that allowed me to rub my ass more easily against Peter's hard cock through his pants.

Both Peter's hands were busy on my pussy, clit and a breast when with a shock I felt a third hand cup my other breast. I opened my eyes to see that it was Roy's. Our eyes met as he leaned over me watching our images in the mirror.

For the first time in my life I was being sexually caressed by two men. Now was the moment for me to resist and to stop behaving like a slut.

But I didn't.

I knew that this was what I wanted. More hands to caress me, more mouths to suck on me. And yes - two cocks to fuck me!

Even as my body throbbed with pleasure, my mind foolishly tried to absolve me from blame by clutched at the illusion that this wasn't happening to me - it was the naked woman in the mirror who was being caressed by two men. As I was turned sideways I obsessively craned my neck to continue to watch the mirror - my defense from reality.

Then the action heated up. Peter dropped to his knees and his hands gripped my ass as his mouth lapped at my pussy and clit. Roy stood behind him and leaned over to grip my shoulders. I felt his warm breath brush my face and then his mouth was sucking a nipple.

From one breast to the other he went, back and forth, his lips lightly caressing and his tongue lapping the aroused tingling peaks.

Okay, like many other women I had fantasized about having two men but had never expected it to happen. Now in reality my senses struggled to cope with the amazingly sensual effect of having two working on me. My legs were now like rubber and only Peter's grip prevented me from collapsing.

As my hips writhed hungrily against Peter's mouth I began to slump forward but Roy's warm hands gently pressed my shoulders back so that my breasts would push out to his eager lips and tongue.

I gazed entranced at the mirror images of the two bobbing heads. For a split second I imagined that I was masturbating while watching a porn DVD. Perhaps because of my instinctive shame at what was happening I had so far taken no active part in this threesome. But suddenly I found my hands moving to cradle each of the men's heads.

As I gazed at the erotic image I tried to convince myself that it was the wanton hussy in the mirror who was being pleasured by two mouths and not me. I was still in a state of denial.

Then Peter rose, dislodging Roy from my breasts. As he had done many times before, he gathered me up in his arms and carried me through to the bedroom. I took one last fleeting glance at the woman in the mirror and then she was gone.

As Peter lowered me onto my bed I kissed him full on the mouth, hard and deep and sloppy. I could taste my pussy juices and it just made me kiss him harder still. I knew that Roy had followed us and was standing watching. Instead of embarrassing me, his presence only continued to arouse me as I wondered how far things would go.

As Peter stepped back I closed my eyes as if to hide from reality. As things developed, I had been telling myself that surely either he or I would eventually ask Roy to leave. I knew that's what should happen. But finally I realized that I wasn't going to do it; nor did it look as if Peter would either.

When I looked again, both men had stripped and full erections swung from between the legs of two very handsome, muscular guys. My eyes glazed and I felt my pussy quiver as I watched their cocks bounce, the tips glistening with pre-cum fluid. There was no going back now.

Strangely enough, after all my fantasizing, now that it was hard Roy's cock didn't look all that much bigger than normal - but it was certainly thicker than any I'd seen.

The men stood over me on opposite sides of the bed and ran their hands all over my body as if glorying in their possession of me. Since we returned home they seemed to have been working well together in unspoken co-operation. Not for the first time that evening, I wondered if they had planned a threesome on the last opportunity they would have with me. I was pretty confident that neither of them would have been in a threesome before so it would be a real turn-on for them.

Roy put his lips to mine and kissed me hard. From instinct, I resisted for a moment but his mouth was insistent. When his hands gripped my breasts his tongue forced its way past my lips and mine responded. I groaned into the kiss as I felt Peter's mouth on my pussy.

Both men took my wrists and guided my hands to their cocks as they leaned over me. Without hesitation I lightly stroked them up and down, my palms tingling with delight from the wonderful feel of warm stiff cocks.

Roy broke our kiss as his mouth moved to join his hands where they stroked and kneaded my breasts. His breath felt warm on a nipple as he murmured,

"I think she likes our dicks."

Peter was licking and sucking my pussy in his usual skillful way and I realized that in my arousal I had been jacking both cocks excitedly, imagining them in my pussy. Gone were any thoughts of regret or remorse; any sense of humiliation had vanished under the waves of erotic pleasure. I was definitely up for it.

As Peter's lips left my pussy, Roy slid his body down mine, his tight hairy balls leaving a ticklish trail over my belly. I realized that he was getting into position to fuck me as he braced an arm by my head. Peter looked down at me from the side. His expression was half pleading and half apologetic, as he whispered,

"Roy told me that since he first saw you he has always wanted to fuck you. Are you alright with that?"

This was confirmation that my suspicions about an arrangement between the men had been justified. I looked at him unable to put into words what I was feeling. Did I really want this? Was I such a slut?

Then I felt Roy's cock push against my pussy slit and I knew that I really wanted it. The truth was that I had been fantasizing about it ever since I first saw Roy's big cock.

Without a word I closed my eyes and drew up my legs in invitation.

He felt big and I expected my pussy to resist. But I was so wet and ready that the big head easily plopped past my pussy ring. In he went, inch by inch. He was indeed thick and my pussy felt stretched although in a very pleasurable way.

I had a very big jelly dildo that I had used only occasionally when I felt particularly horny and desperate. Roy had filled and was stretching me in a similar way except that his cock felt very much better.

After all the build-up, I was at a very high state of arousal. I hadn't realized how tensed-up I had become until I felt my body relax with a great surge of sensual delight.

Then he was thrusting at me steadily. His controlled action was excellent and the erotic friction on my G spot made me dizzy. No wonder Anne had been so keen on him.

When Peter began to fondle my breasts I was reminded that I was giving myself to two men - yes I really was turning into a sex-mad slut.

Fuck it, I thought - I'm going to enjoy myself.

I abandoned all self-critical analysis about my behavior. All that mattered was the wonderful cock that was fucking me senseless. Without thinking, I gripped his shoulders, swung my legs around his hips and crossed my ankles.

Yes, give it to me, I murmured under my breath - not yet brazen enough to say it out loud.

Roy angled his hips and started to pound me hard and I swung into him to impale myself fully as he bumped against my cervix.

I had never been able to cum just from straight fucking and needed my clit touched to reach a climax. The unusual situation and the long foreplay had made me so turned on that I was wondering if I might manage it from Roy's fuck.

But as usual I hovered maddeningly on the brink of an orgasm - almost there and then drifting away time after time. My heart was fluttering and I was panting desperately as I strained to get friction on my clit each time the thick cock filled me.

I had hoped that Peter might stroke my clit but he was concentrating on my breasts. I knew that Roy wouldn't last much longer and I had to do something.

I was used to doing it myself while being fucked and I snaked an arm down under Roy's belly to find my clit. It was swollen and slick from my leaking juices and was so sensitive that, when I touched it too roughly, I felt a flash of discomfort. Hanging onto Roy with one arm, I used my middle fingers to glide up and down the sides of the tingling gland.

From somewhere deep in my gut, I felt the rumblings of a stupendous orgasm beginning to build and this time it went all the way. My entire body shuddered as it exploded and I gave a piercing scream of joy.

As my pussy contracted around the hard cock they both seemed to merge together to become just one mass of glorious pleasure between my legs. Peter prolonged it by sucking my breasts and I shrieked repeatedly while writhing against Roy's thrusts.

Finally, my hand lost its grip on Roy's shoulders where my nails had been digging into him, and my arm flopped to my side. My legs also weakened and slipped away from his waist but before I could straighten them Roy pushed down on me and I felt his cum spurting into my pussy.

I lay back in a stunned silence, quivering from head to toe but was not given any respite. Understandably, Peter must have been really raring to have his turn and he was on me in seconds,

"On your knees..." he gasped, his voice thick with lust. "I want to take you in the doggy position."

When I obeyed, he moved in quickly. Taking my hips in his hands he positioned himself and with one thrust sank his tool into my dripping pussy.

By god, he was hard and in that position it felt as if it had gone straight up into my belly. Although my pussy was slick with semen it was still tingling and grasped him firmly. I let out a groan and supported myself on my forearms with my face on the bed sheet. As I knelt with my ass pushed back, his cock seemed to be parallel with my spine and sank really deeply.

I didn't expect to feel very much so soon after my orgasm. But at that angle and because his cock was so amazingly stiff, the head was rubbing firmly against my G-spot with each thrust into my core and I felt my clit stir a little.

Peter was clearly wildly excited with having watched Roy give me a good fucking and he sped up, pumping and spearing me firmly. I had to brace both hands to support me against the force of his fucking.

He was really wild now. All the earlier patience and skill were gone. Of course he had no chance of lasting for very long at that pace. In my position I need both hands to support myself against his thrusts and I couldn't touch my clit.

I groaned as his hands moved around me to grab both my breasts. Using them to pull me to him, he made a final savage flurry. I heard him cry out and felt his cock jump inside my pussy as he drilled deeply and emptied his semen to mix with Roy's goo. His breathing was heavy in my ear as he pumped me full. My pussy had been really warming up again and I squeezed tightly around him in disappointment.

We stayed like that for a few moments as his breathing regulated and his cock slowly pulled free. I rolled over onto my back, feeling frustrated despite the very recent orgasm. When I felt juices oozing onto my thighs I sat up and looked down out of curiosity. I gazed in fascination as a stream of cum trickled from my flushed slit and dribbled down to disappear between my ass cheeks. I reached for the box of tissues on my bedside dresser and pushed in a few to staunch the flow.

There was silence, as no one seemed to know what to say about the sudden threesome fuck. I suppose we each had our own agendas. Peter might be wondering about my reaction to what he had set up, while Roy was probably thinking that it was his lucky day.

I was trying not to feel guilty about the hugely erotic experience I was enjoying. There was no love in this three-way coupling; maybe some affection but plenty of lust. The men thought that they were using me but I was enjoying it; was I actually using them?

Peter rolled me onto my side and we lay still, with him cuddling my back. He parted my sweat-dampened hair and kissed the nape of my neck tenderly. Then the mood was changed when he called out to Roy who had been sitting watching us and playing with his cock,

"Come and join us - it's a big bed."

Roy eagerly complied and when he snuggled in, facing me, I put my arm around his shoulders as if it was the most natural thing in the world. I really was behaving like an easy lay. I consoled myself with the thought that I wouldn't be embarrassed by seeing him again once I had left for home.

Without wasting any time Roy guided my hand down to his cock and I wasn't surprised to find that it was semi-hard. It didn't take long for those fit young men to recover. He smiled at me and kissed me hard for a moment, his hands cupping my face. Then he whispered,

"God, you are so hot."

Of course I felt a wicked urge to ask him how I compared with his recent girlfriend Anne but I bit my tongue and kept quiet.

I was eased onto my back and with one lying on each side they started to work on me again and I delightedly drifted into another haze of sexual delight. The four hands alternated between my breasts, clit and pussy while I held their cocks. With the pleasure I was receiving I couldn't really concentrate on doing much more than holding them but I was aware of the rubbery shafts gradually stiffening in my fingers.

They didn't seem to mind fingering my sloppy quim and perhaps even enjoyed stirring the mess of cum and juices. Then Roy eased his cock from my fingers and knelt over my face,

"Go on, please suck my cock, Jill," he murmured.

He rubbed the silky head over my cheeks and then pushed it against my lips. I opened my mouth and slowly ran my tongue around the head of his dick. He wasn't fully hard but even so I noticed that I had to open my mouth wider than usual to take in his girth. I swirled my tongue around the shaft as he slowly pushed into my mouth. He was surprisingly gentle and didn't force his cock any further than I could take.

Then he pulled it out and grinned,

"Peter tells me that you're great at fucking on top...how about giving me some?"

It was true that I enjoyed the cowgirl position but I was annoyed at Peter blabbing about it to him. However, it wasn't the time to hold grudges - my pussy was ready for action again.

He was stretched out flat on his back and as Peter moved back I got onto my knees and straddled Roy in the facing position. With one hand on his chest I reached for his erection. I pointed the dick, slippery with my saliva at my pussy. At first it missed my opening and bent under the pressure of my weight. Then with a wet slurp, it surged up inside me and I settled down on him. My pussy felt wider and looser than it had ever felt before, and yet Roy filled me completely.

I was extremely horny again and it felt good to be in control for a change.

To my surprise, I suddenly found myself enjoying the feeling of being a lecherous slut; of having hot sex without any commitment; of having nothing to think about but pure mind-numbing pleasure. I had a strong suspicion that in future I would be tempted to have more threesomes if the opportunities arose. As it happened, my feeling was well founded and I did develop a taste for multi-partners and swinging.

I put both hands on his chest as if I was pinning him to the bed and I started to buck up and down on him. His fat shaft made slushy sounds as the cum inside my pussy was stirred.

I looked up to see Peter gazing at us while stroking his cock. After our months together it felt weird to be fucking another man while he watched. I felt an urge to make him jealous although that was probably not what he was feeling.

I rode Roy hard, slamming my full weight down on him, my ass bouncing off his thighs. All the while I kept eye contact with Peter as if saying to him: Watch this! Would you like some?

My hair was flailing around my face annoyingly, but I was too worked up to care. Roy was using the freedom of his hands to stroke my clit and breasts as if to goad me on to greater efforts. If so, it was certainly working. Anne must have trained him well because he was fingering around my clit with just the right amount of pressure and not rubbing madly in the way some men do. His stroking of my breasts and nipples with his other hand was also wonderful.

I fucked him hard and fast. My whole body was a mass of pleasure and I forgot all about Peter as I clenched my eyes tightly shut. I was bending and straightening my knees, thrusting myself down against him as he pressed into me.

Suddenly, he braced his feet on the bed and started to buck up against me as his own pleasure built. He was surprisingly strong and I had to stop my own movements as he thrust up hard into my core. As he savagely pounded up at me, our sweat mingled and the sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room.

I opened my eyes to see his face grimacing below me just as I felt a fresh load of cum shoot into me. He was touching my clit and in his frenzy his fingers had tightened on a nipple. Somehow that pain/pleasure sparked off a truly awesome full-body orgasm from clit, pussy and breast as they merged in an explosion of pleasure. It was my second of the evening but instead of being weaker it was immense.

I could quite often cum twice in a session. But never before had I managed it with such a short interval between them as had happened here.

I screamed hysterically and my thighs buckled under me. I was still impaled on his cock as I collapsed on him and he rolled our linked bodies onto our sides. Finally, Roy slipped out of me and we lay still.

I glanced across at Peter who had moved to sit on the chair. He was still stroking his cock but was not yet fully hard. My frenzied fuck with Roy had been over so quickly that Peter hadn't had time to fully recover. However, my sprawled naked body must have been too tempting to resist and he came over and settled on top of me.

I raised my legs to accommodate him although I was feeling washed out. When he pushed his semi-hard cock into my pussy I could hardly feel anything after the pounding it had been taking. He started to fuck me but stopped after about a minute,

"Jill, you're so stretched and flooded that I can hardly feel anything," he groaned.

I didn't know what to say. After a brief but awkward silence, he said,

"Can I eat you out? Honestly, I would really like to do that for you."

I was surprised. I'd read about some men enjoying that, but Peter had never suggested doing it before.

"Sure," I said.

"Great...let's do a 69," he said.

Ahh, I thought, he really wants to be sucked off.

We had done 69 many times before but never after he had cum in me and he did give good head. When he lay back down with a couple of pillows under his shoulders to prop him up I straddled him with my head over his cock. I never cease to be amazed at the smoothness of the skin on a cockhead. His was gleaming in the light with the juices from my pussy.

I grabbed his hot dick, but he was so slippery that I almost lost my grip. After using my fingers to wipe off most of the cum clinging to his cock, I put a supporting hand on his leg and took a deep breath. I puckered my lips and sucked my way up and down his semi-hard cock.

In turn, Peter wrapped his arms around my thighs from underneath and lifted himself up on his elbows. He buried his face in my crotch and started lapping at the mixed fluids from my pussy as they flowed over his lips. Forming his tongue into a hard little post he probed my opening. When it was as deep as he could get, he began to move his tongue in and out, slowly withdrawing it until just its tip remained, and then sliding it back in again.

I still couldn't feel very much down there. But after all the fucking, I was surprised that my pussy ring was still tight enough to grip his tongue. His finger was circling my clit and it slowly showed signs of returning to life. I was pleasantly surprised to feel it responding; I was discovering even more hidden depths in my sexual appetite.

Having swallowed plenty of cum myself, I knew what he would be tasting; except that there would be the additional taste of my pussy. I wondered what that mixture was like, little knowing that in later years I would be lapping the cum-filled pussies of other women.

He didn't seem to be having any problems. He was sticking his tongue in and pulling it out to spread the gooey coating over my clit.

With an effort I went back to rewarding him, running my lips up and down his now rigid shaft and sucking hard on the head while I jacked him gently. As my mouth worked, I occasionally reached for his balls and gently rolled them around with my fingertips.

I tried to suck him in time with his movements on my pussy and we were moving our hips in rhythm with our actions as we mouth-fucked each other.

Then I had to pause to absorb the pleasure as his mouth formed a perfect circle around my opening and his tongue moved at a faster and faster pace. I began to tremble when, to add to my delight, his free hand moved under my rib cage to stroke a breast. Was I really starting on my way to another orgasm?

I forced myself to go back to work on Peter's cock, gobbling him as my hand stroked the firm flesh. I was still distracted by the pleasure he was giving me and missed the warning signs that he was cumming.

Suddenly, I felt his warm semen flooding over my tongue and I heard him curse with relief. I held still as several spurts filled my mouth. When he had finished his cock flopped out and I threw back my head to swallow until my mouth was clear.

Now that he was satisfied, Peter rolled away leaving me sprawled and frustrated,

"That's not fair," I moaned. "You got me worked up again and left me hanging."

He grinned,

"Don't worry, I've an idea."

He got up and rummaged in a bedside drawer. When he turned around he was waving the king-sized dildo that I seldom used. I had shown it to him although he had never used on me. "Come on Roy," he called. "Since our cocks are out of the game at the moment, let's get her off with this baby!"

Roy's eyes lit up and he came across to where I lay. When Peter settled beside me I drew up my legs in readiness. I was caught between fear that he might hurt me with the huge toy and excitement at the prospect of being fucked by it with no effort on my part.

I reflexively tightened up as he pushed the dildo at my pussy. But it was well-fucked and stretched and it was oozing cum. So it opened to the dildo as if welcoming it as he inserted the thick shaft, inch by inch. When it was about three-quarters in and pressing against the stretched roof of my pussy, Peter announced,

"That's about as far as it will go...how does it feel?"

I wasn't sure what to say. The initial stretching was uncomfortable. But it was as if my pussy walls were absorbing all the cum they had been taking, making them more flexible. As they adapted and molded around the firm but flexible dildo, the sensation of having my pussy completely filled was extremely sensual. I managed a deep groan in reply.

Peter took that as approval. After slowly sliding out the toy until only just the huge head was inside me, he started fucking me steadily with it. He was also stroking gently around the hood of my clit where the flesh was stretched from the thickness of the dildo. Roy was stroking and licking my breasts and I had to admit that they were doing their best to get me off again although they were probably enjoying treating me like a fuck toy.

My pussy began to respond as the veined monster glided in and out of me, going right to the top each time. My G-spot area was being stimulated as the dildo's head passed over it and my pussy pulsed with waves of erotic rapture. It felt so much better than when I had to use the toy myself.

My breasts, belly, and clit were being caressed while a huge cock was shagging me senseless. It was almost too much and my brain couldn't identify from where the different sources of erotic delight were coming; oh fuck...oh fuck I kept moaning to myself.

As they stroked me to a frenzy I began to lose any sense of control. For a fleeting second I became shamefully aware of the erotic spectacle I was providing in my helpless sexual submission. My head was rolling from side to side; I could feel the muscles of my stomach quiver with each entry of the dildo, and I could hear the squishing sounds it made.

It must have been a very sexy show for them and I thought afterwards that they would have wished they had a camcorder to film it.

My final climax built with almost agonizing slowness, as if my body was being asked to do too much. My body started to tremble uncontrollably as I neared my release, jerking and humping at the dildo. Closer, closer, closer it bubbled and I muttered to myself as I climbed towards it. Then every muscle in my body tensed and I even stopped breathing in the seconds before my orgasm fired. A series of convulsions began to wrack my body and I thrashed uncontrollably.

When I exploded in blessed relief I expected to utter my usual screams. But I was so fucked that instead I let out long deep moans like an animal in pain. The orgasm, although very powerful and piercing, passed very quickly and suddenly the dildo was very uncomfortable. I didn't even have enough strength left to sit and push it away,

"That's enough...please, no more...no more," I gabbled helplessly.

Mercifully, Peter immediately eased out the weapon and I lay back trembling like a leaf and drenched in sweat. I was utterly exhausted, emotionally and physically and sank into a post-orgasmic stupor.

I think that I must have dozed off. When I opened my eyes, I slowly, wearily lifted my head and looked around as if unsure of where I was. To my surprise I saw that both men were fully dressed.

Illogically, I felt embarrassed by my nakedness and disheveled appearance. My hair felt like a haystack and cum was still oozing onto the already dried layers on my thighs. Before I could do anything about covering myself, Peter leaned down to kiss me on the forehead,

"Sorry to dash off," he whispered. "I've got an early morning appointment at college. I'll pop in to see you afterwards."

Roy waved from the doorway,

"Goodnight, Jill...I hope to see you again before you leave."

Then they were gone.

I never did see either of them again.

Although I had the house for another two days I had already packed most of my stuff into two suitcases. When I awakened the following morning I had a bit of a hangover from all the wine and my pussy was aching and stinging. I lay for ages going over in my mind what had happened. At first I felt very guilty and depraved.

Then, after I had showered, I began to cheer up. Hell, that had been some experience I told myself. I even felt a slight tremor of arousal as I relived the amazing fucking and orgasms I had enjoyed.

All the same, I didn't want to face the men again - not even Peter. I didn't bear him any grudges for having set up the threesome. Although he had used me I could have stopped it at any time and it had been a wonderful and unforgettable experience.

However I really didn't want to face him again; it was time for a clean break. Our parting last night would be our final one.

I decided to leave immediately. I phoned to book a taxi to take me to drop off the house keys and then to the railway station. I had just enough time to tidy up and finish my packing.

My thoughts on the train journey were very pleasant. I had a new life ahead. A good job was awaiting me and I would be leaving home to live on my own.

Despite the importance of those things, my mind kept returning to the previous night's sex. I had really amazed myself by my sexual performance and appetite. All traces of guilt and shame had evaporated. In a strange way I felt empowered and confident. The evening had turned out to be one of the crucial events in my sex life. As the train swayed, I felt a warm glow in my stomach and a distinct firming of my clit.

Was I really a bit of a nympho, as Peter had said?

Time would tell.

THE END