The L Word

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I had a great night last night.

I had a yummy home-cooked dinner with Gentleman Friend, wifey and their daughter, and after she did the dishes in thanks for letting her eat with us ha ha, his daughter left and Gentleman Friend, Wifey and I had some alone time.

Threesomes are so different when they are with people you are connected with, and care about. They do not have to be all porn-y (although we did take the occasional photo and video!). Most of the time, it was each of us getting our fantasy of being pleasured by two people at once.

When he left the room to get dessert, Wifey and I proved that, regardless of what was said on Orange is The New Black, scissoring is a thing! All you need is a we-vibe and you can get off, pussy to pussy, quite nicely.

Undies were strewn all over the house, toys were used, and I tied up my first ever woman. . .But it never felt anything but intimate and playful and loving.

By the way. . .that word was used. The “L” word. “Love.”

“I love you,” he mouthed from across the bed.

“I love you,” I mouthed back.

How is it possible that I am so affected by something I can’t even define?

We fell asleep all snuggled, switching places occasionally throughout the night so we each got some time in the middle.

This morning we played a little more, and then Gentleman Friend made us all breakfast, and we spent a couple hours together before they took me home.

It was a good night, and a good morning.

I’m thankful.


I don’t know (Part II)

(I don’t Know Part I)

Jailbait came over on Friday. Daddy gave her a crash course in D/S, while I was at work. He sent me photos of her tied up, of her with her ass covered in welts, of him with his dick inside her. He sent me the text “Just de-virginized her ass.” I turned off my phone.

The next day when I made it over to join them, Daddy said he was surprised I hadn’t asked if I could come over the night before.

I mumbled something and tried to swallow my jealousy, but I was thinking: You didn’t invite me.

Okay, that isn’t exactly true. He DID ask me to spend the whole weekend. For reasons that will be explained in Part III I couldn’t. So I suppose he would have been fine with me coming over that evening and then going home, but it hadn’t occurred to me, and I still felt I hadn’t been asked.

When I arrived at the condo and texted Daddy to let me in, he responded with a picture of her tied up, blind-folded, gagged, and filled with toys. “This is what’s waiting for you.”

 

When I got inside he told me she was mine for the next half hour. I breathed “hey slut”, into her ear. I stroked her while she lay there with muffled moans coming from her throat. Her blonde hair was a mess and her size H boobs wiggled as she writhed. I licked her pussy and played with the toy that was in her ass. Eventually she wiggled out of the blindfold.

“Did I say you could take that off?” I asked.

“No,” she smiled. “But you are really fucking gorgeous.”

We kissed. I wrapped my tongue around hers. I spanked her and whipped her until she begged to be let out of the restraints.

“Please?” she said. “Let me lick your pussy.”

“Well…since you asked nicely.”

 

When we were done playing, Daddy said he was going to fuck me. “It’s too long since I’ve been in that pussy,” he said. He fucked me from behind while Jailbait used her dildo on herself, and eventually I took it and used it on her, playing with the settings. When she started to scream, Daddy said “Well, it looks like you found the right one!”

We fucked for a couple hours, taking turns with each other. Me attempting to dominate her, and her being a little smart-mouthed masochist trying to accrue more beatings.

Jailbait likes it rough. When I smacked her pussy she came in ways she never did when I was playing nice.

I was having a good time, even though she was an 18 year old brat who was clearly competing with me.

“I have an extremely tight pussy and ass!” she declared proudly.

I smirked at her as not one, but two condoms broke, one after the other, while Daddy was entering me because I was just that fucking tight.

“I’m wet all the time,” she bragged on the patio.

I opened my legs and Daddy commented that I am a slip and slide. Don’t fuck with me, princess. I will take you down.

Still, she was a young girl. I have shared my doms before and I have shared my boyfriend, and I never felt I was in competition, but she was still lacking the life experience to know that other women are not her enemy.

Daddy went to get us dinner, and Jailbait and I sat on the patio and talked. We traded rape stories like we were trading recipes. My heart went out to her and I just wanted to pat her head and feed her grapes.

When the conversation turned to Daddy, I said. “I love him.”

She talked about how much they’d fucked the previous day, and I resisted the urge to throw in my own stories about him taking me for hours and hours and hours.

She mentioned how much she loved older men, and I agreed.

“You’re adorable,” I said. “But if you call him Daddy, I will cut you.” She needed to know.

“I already did,” she replied flippantly. Now, I should have dragged her inside by her hair and beaten her until she promised never to do it again, but I didn’t. Instead I jokingly mentioned it to Daddy when he got back and said, “She called you Daddy? She’s not calling you that. She can call you Pops,” I smirked.

He looked sheepish. I could tell he knew it wasn’t okay that she’d said that, and that he should have put a stop to it before I had to.

“I guess she ran out of dom names.”

“Then I’ll get her a thesaurus.”

 

We ate, we talked, we drank, we fucked. Daddy whispered that he was so happy I was finally spending the night, and that he couldn’t wait until we got a chance to have a sleepover, just us. Maybe he meant it, but I felt like he was just trying to placate me.

 

While we were going at it as a group of three, Daddy’s dick somehow got bent in half. He was in serious pain and wound up curled up on the bed. Jailbait had been told that she was to sleep on the end, I would be in the middle, and Daddy would be beside me. Totally fair, I thought, since she’d got him all to herself the previous night, this was Daddy’s and my first night together, AND I was his baby girl. But Daddy passed out, and Jailbait curled right up beside him. I was on the other side of him, but I was still mighty pissed.

Daddy had promised to spoon and fuck me all night, and to take me out on the patio and fuck me out there, but I guess his sex injury made that impossible. Still, I was extremely upset as I lay there for hours, dripping and burning, with his one arm around me and the other around her.

I couldn’t sleep, so around 4 A.M. I got up and made a drink. As soon as I finished it, the tears started flowing and didn’t stop.

When Daddy finally woke up and realized his arm was around Jailbait and I was curled up on the end of the bed, he moved towards me and wrapped me in his arms.

“Are you crying?” he whispered.

I shook my head no.

“Why?” he asked.

I shook my head again, knowing that if I were to speak, I would begin to sob.

Because you didn’t fuck me all night. Because you dominated her the way you have never dominated me. Because you slept beside her when you said you were mine until morning. Because you let her call you Daddy and that word is mine!

Minutes later we were fucking. Daddy’s alarm clock went off in the middle of it, and when he got up to turn it off, Jailbait woke up. He climbed back into bed and said “Want me to finish you off, honey?”

Jailbait and I both said “Yes,” at the same time.

He turned to her. “We were fucking while you were asleep. I’m going to fuck her, and then you’re next.”

He moved me to the end of the bed and pounded me. I tried not to cry again.

After he’d fucked her, and we had breakfast, he fucked us both again.

While she was in the bathroom I asked if he’d fuck my ass before I had to go, if we had time. He said “I will try. I need to fuck her at least a couple more times since she came all the way from (insert city name here).”

“If you have time,” I said again.

He snuggled me and told me how happy he was to have woken up beside me that morning. “Even if you were upset,” he added.

“I’m fine.”

“I was happy you were there,” he whispered into my ear.

“I was happy too,” I lied.

When Jailbait returned, Daddy said to me “There’s only room in the shower for two, so either you can shower with Jailbait, or I can.”

I resisted the urge to stomp my foot. He’d promised me we’d shower together.

“You can,” I said instead.

“Are you sure? Because I’ve showered with her twice already, I don’t mind hanging out while you two shower. But either way we need to get in the shower soon because I need to take her to the greyhound.”

“I don’t care,” I said, in a tone that conveyed the very opposite.

He sighed and said, “Okay.”

 

Jailbait snuggled up to me while Daddy was in the other room. I ignored her until she moved away. I just couldn’t.

Daddy fucked my ass before I left, and then hers.

“I have to go,” I said. It was true. I was supposed to have left half an hour before, and he knew that.

“Okay,” he said, with his dick in her ass.

I got dressed slowly, and kissed him softly on the mouth, and then kissed Jailbait with tongue.

“Hey,” said Daddy. “I want a real kiss.”

I kissed him again and tried to mean it.

“I want another one,” he said, his dick still inside her.

I tried again.

Then I said my goodbyes, left the condo, and immediately burst into tears. I cried on the whole bus ride home. I cried in my apartment until my husband sent me to bed because I had cold sweats and was violently shaking. I woke up crying, and cried until my eyes were nearly swollen shut. I cried as my kids ran around the play area of McDonalds, I cried as I returned my Daddy’s text messages, and I cried until my husband had to fuck me just to make it stop.

Then I sent Daddy a photo of us fucking. Because payback’s a bitch.

(Stay tuned for part III)

 

 

 


Bad Girl (the deets)

(Bad Girl, The Prologue)

This past weekend Daddy set up a threesome for us. When we’d discussed it in the past, I told him I trusted him to pick out someone for us. When he showed me her picture, though, I have to admit I was turned off. She wasn’t my type at ALL, but Daddy thought she was yummy.

I didn’t know what the rules were. I kind of hinted at my hesitancy, but obviously wasn’t clear enough. I asked him about her personality–I thought I could tell what she’d be like from the photos she posted, but I was hoping I was wrong. When I hook up with someone from online, I don’t choose strictly on their looks. I pick someone who looks like my type of person (Daddy’s profile picture is a marathon photo, for instance), and if the person can banter, seems to be easy-going and like someone I think I’d enjoy hanging out with, then I move forward.

When I asked him about her messages though, he said she sounded “just fine.” Looking through some of her texts I had some misgivings, but I wasn’t sure how to broach it with him because he’d already made plans with her. I avoided commenting on her appearance (frankly, she looked over the top, loud and tacky), but gushed over the photos of another woman we are supposed to be hooking up with soon. I figured he’d pick up on the fact that I wasn’t so into this particular woman, but no dice.

 

The day before we were supposed to hook up I wasn’t feeling great. I texted Daddy that my stomach hurt, and he said that I needed to do whatever I could to feel better by Saturday because we are “meeting a new friend and need to make a good impression.” Right, then.

I was really nervous leading up to it, but was hoping that she would back out. Before she arrived at Daddy’s condo, he and I went out to dinner. He took me to this great restaurant that serves creole food and we had a really nice time. We talked a bit more about The Girlfriend and Yoga Girl, and all of our insecurities about the situation. I told him my fear that The Girlfriend may want me to be strictly for sex, and that she may not want him to care for me. He said that wasn’t up to her–she has to deal with the fact that he cares about me, and she has to deal with the fact that she cares about Yoga Girl, and if she doesn’t like it then obviously the two of them “are not forever.”

He took me home and we opened a bottle of wine while we waited for the other woman. We didn’t have sex because he wanted to make sure we were both horny as hell when she got there. I crossed my fingers that she would flake, but despite being late, she did show up.

 

She was even less my type in person than in her pictures. I tried not to let it show but I definitely would have never considered being with her in any other situation–you know when you’re not just not attracted, you’re actually UN-attracted? Yeah, that’s where I was.

So to force myself to be okay with the situation, I just kept drinking.

It was a bad situation all around.

We started fooling around on the couch, and eventually the three of us moved it to the bedroom. I licked her pussy and she licked mine. I licked and fingered her until she had a screaming orgasm, and then Daddy fucked me, and then fucked her from behind while she moaned and gasped and came again. After a long while he told her that he was not even close to coming, so she breathlessly asked if they could take a break.

She asked me if I had a cigarette, which I did. Daddy has me down to two a day and I’d already had my allotment for the day, but he allowed me to have another one with her out on the patio. Then I got on my knees outside and blew him. Blurred Lines came on the stereo and I started dancing with his cock still in my mouth, and then said “Wait, what happened, it’s over?” when the song ended. She burst out laughing and then I started giggling and then Daddy said if I was going to be laughing then that was the end of the blow job.

We went back inside and I pounded another glass of wine without permission.

Daddy was not impressed.

The other girl gave Daddy a blowjob of her own (a very impressive looking one, I might add!), while I got on my knees behind him and rimmed him.

“That’s a surprising development,” he said. He had asked me before whether I do that, but I’d told him it was a soft limit. Apparently all the alcohol did the trick because I did it with no issue and actually kind of liked it.

Annnd, everything after that is a blur.

 

Apparently there was more drinking of contraband wine, more smuggling of un-authorized cigarettes, much drunken stumbling about and many instances of disobedience and rudeness.

I told Daddy I loved him a bunch of times, even though I had promised myself I would wait to say it. At least he said it back.

I told him I wasn’t being loud, and then proceeded to scream, on purpose.

I bit Daddy’s ass hard–he later told me I was lucky he hadn’t responded by yanking me up by my hair and slapping me.

I wandered out onto the patio and tried to curl up and go to sleep under a towel.

I was so hammered that after the other girl left, Daddy put me to bed and set the alarm for two hours later. He said I was in no condition to get into a cab until I’d had some sleep. When he woke me up, I was still totally drunk, but in slightly better condition. He put me in a cab as I apologized profusely, and he just kept saying we’d talk about it in the morning.

He told me to text him when I got home safely, and by some miracle I managed to do that. He responded with “Sleep well, Baby Doll.” Swoon.

 

The next day we had a confusing and heated discussion via text.

He said I had acted like a drunken teenager.

I told him I only did that because he made it clear I was to fully participate and it was the only way I could make myself fuck someone I wasn’t remotely attracted to.

He said he’d had no idea I wasn’t attracted to her.

I asked him what he would like me to do next time instead, and he said “Not get hammered and act out? I expect better from you.”

I felt bereft. I felt sick all day and cried on and off. I went back and forth between being upset that I’d embarrassed and disappointed him, and feeling enraged that I’d been put in this situation in the first place. I texted him later and asked when he could talk. He said the next day (today). We squabbled a bit more and then, realizing that this conversation needed to be had in person in order for it to be at all productive, decided to leave it.

Tonight after work I went to Daddy’s condo. I was late because we were short staffed so I had to close. I texted Daddy that I would be there as soon as I could, and he responded with “sigh.”

I felt so nervous waiting for him to come to the door and let me in. I couldn’t look him in the eye and followed him back to his unit like a chastised puppy trailing behind its master.

Daddy shook his head. “Well, while we have this conversation you might as well be naked,” he said.

I obediently undressed and stood in the living room with my hands behind my back–a modified version of the submissive position.

“Bad Girl” by Madonna was playing. Despite my genuine heart-sickness over being in so much trouble, I had to stifle a giggle. It was clearly atmospheric. He made me stand there and listen to the entire song while he moved around in the kitchen.

When he came out he handed me a glass. I expected it to be just straight Coke–a message of some sort about how my drinking days were over–but to my surprise it had rum in it.

Daddy sat on the couch and I continued to stand. I held my drink in my hand and kept the other behind my back.

I stood there naked while he detailed my transgressions from Saturday night.

“It will never happen again,” he said when he was done. “What do you think is going to happen if you ever behave that way again?”

I shook my head. I couldn’t speak.

“You probably don’t want to know what is going to happen.”

“No, Sir, I don’t,” he said, but the message was crystal clear–I would lose him.

“Now,” he said. “You are not obligated to sleep with anyone if you don’t want to. Ideally, you would have told me you weren’t into her when I showed you her photo so I could have cancelled.”

“I tried to tell you Sir, but you made it clear I was expected to go through with it.”

“You didn’t tell me you weren’t into her–you just said you were nervous. You need to be more clear about that. Next time you choose the girl.”

“But what if we like their picture but we meet up and I can’t stand them?” I asked.

“Then we need a signal–say you have cramps or something.”

“Okay, Sir.”

“Well,” he said. “At least there were a couple of good things to come out of Saturday night. One, we know you lick ass.”

I smirked.

“Two, it was very nice getting to cuddle with you for a couple of hours while you were passed out snoring like an asthmatic old man.”

I smiled.

 


The Photo Shoot (Part I)

The Switch met me with a hug, poured me glass of wine, and led me back to his bedroom.

“There’s not a lot of space,” he warned. “But we can squeeze into the corner.”

He was right. A large light occupied one corner, in another was a man with a camera, and by the window stood a red-head with chopsticks in her hair, holding a reflector. On the bed was Suicide Girl. Her long blue hair fanned out around her face, and her tattoos covered her body. She looked up at me and smiled–a bad-ass mermaid shipwrecked on land.

The Switch introduced me to everyone. I said hello, then made myself scarce, allowing the professionals to do what they were there to do. I was a spectator–for now.

The photographer directed the posing, the stylist swooped in every few minutes to re-apply lipstick or smooth a stray hair, and The Switch and I stood and stared, our temperatures rising. At one point he picked me up by my crotch and smirked.

“Getting a little damp there?”

“Yep,” I quipped. “Through my jeans!” When Suicide Girl stuck out her ass and propped a leopard-print heel up on the bed, I nearly came. God.

It was time for a wardrobe change. I followed the women-folk into the kitchen. Suicide Girl stripped off her lingerie without a hint of self-consciousness and began to dig around in her bag for her next outfit. I was amazed at how much lingerie she had, and she told me I could try on anything I wanted. Minutes later I was standing in the kitchen in a black bra, and matching black and red garter and thong. I was just messing around, but was soon informed that I was now part of the photo shoot. At first they wanted me just as decoration–they chained me to the dungeon wall as background art for Suicide Girl’s shots. Eventually, though, she started to touch, kiss and grab me, and that was caught on film too.

When those shots were done, they unchained me, and Suicide Girl and I were instructed to get on the spanking bench. They took some photos, and then The Switch told her to get up.

“What am I going to do with you?,” he mused aloud, referring to me. “Okay. Suicide Girl. You can do whatever you want to her.”

“I get to do what I want to her!?” I couldn’t see her face, but I could tell by her tone of voice that she was smiling  and possibly bouncing up and down. She sounded like a kid at Disney Land.

I received several bare-handed spanks to start off. Then the whip came out, and while it didn’t exactly tickle, I wanted more.

“Harder you Pussy!” I smirked.

And from there I was completely dominated. I ended up yelling “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”  and then I got some cuddles and kisses to make it better. Not a bad reward for my insolence!

The Switch left the room for a couple of minutes while Suicide Girl and I snuggled on the bench, and when he came back he said “Suicide Girl, you’re wanted in the kitchen for a minute. They want to fix your make-up.”

She left the room and I was instructed not to move. When she came back and climbed up behind me, there was a distinct difference in the way she felt: She was wearing a strap-on.

(To Be Continued…)


The Happy Couple

For my first foray into the online “dating” world, I chose a cute couple. I was nervous about meeting people online and it seemed somehow safer that there were two of them–I largely ignored thoughts of Paul Bernardo and Karla Homolka. The couple has been together for five years and are madly in love. We hit it off right away–from the very first message I received from The Mr., I just knew they were my people.

We went to a bar for our first meeting. They swung by my house and picked me up, and we chatted and laughed and made fun of The Mrs.’ terrible parallel parking. There was a bit of a dilemma on whether to eat in the grill downstairs, go upstairs to hear the live music, or sit on the roof top patio, but in the end the outdoors won. We all love to be outside. We drank, we smoked, we talked, we laughed.

The Mr. cracked jokes and The Mrs. asked me interview-type questions–though I’d never been interviewed for something like this before!

Eventually the Mrs. left her boyfriend’s side and came over to sit by me. She was so sexy and gorgeous and sweet that I couldn’t help touching her. . .I ran my fingers up and down her arm, and after a few minutes like that we kissed.

“You have really soft lips”, we said at the same time, then laughed. The Mr. was pretty turned on, as was a large percentage of the male population on the patio. The Mrs. is nervous about PDA–she wanted to keep kissing but she didn’t want us to be those girls who put on a show for attention. So I settled for rubbing her leg under the table as we all talked and got to know each other.

Eventually we started a conversation about swinging with the couple at the table next to us. The man was an experienced swinger and his date was horrified yet intrigued. We all had a great time and by the time the couple at the next table bought us a round, the three of us were so horny that we gulped down our drinks, got in the car, and went to Mr & Mrs’s place as fast as humanly possible.

The Mrs. wanted to shower, so The Mr. and I went into the kitchen and he mixed us drinks. We for stood for a few beats, looking at each other.

“You’re sexy as hell,” he said before he grabbed me and ravished my mouth with his. We groped each other and kissed, him grabbing me by the ass and picking me up so I could wrap my legs around his waist. He slid his tongue in my mouth and held me like that until we both got so hot that we decided we’d better stop.

Grabbing our drinks, we went out tp their huge secluded backyard, smoked a joint, and waited for The Mrs.

When she came out she lifted up her dress and showed us she was naked underneath. Then she started rubbing herself, and The Mr. and I were riveted, breathing hard and shallow, watching her finger her clit.

The Mr. ducked inside for a minute, and The. Mrs and I stripped naked and started rubbing each other’s nipples. We could hear the faint murmur of the neighbours in the distance, but the trees around the property concealed us. When the Mr. came out and saw what we were up to, he went and stood behind his girl and started to rub her other nipple.

“Should we go to bed?” He asked.

We agreed immediately.

I stood naked in their dimly lit bedroom for a moment, until The Mrs. told me to get in bed beside her. I sat down and rolled towards her, catching her big gorgeous breast in my mouth. I sucked her nipples and she moaned, then rolled me onto my back, saying “I want to suck yours!”

As she sucked my nipples, she told me The Mr. gives amazing oral, then turned to him and said “Eat her out.”

He used his mouth on me, and having my nipples sucked and pussy licked at the same time brought me to orgasm in minutes. After I came, The Mrs. said, “My turn,” and he ate her while I rubbed her breasts and stroked her hair. Hearing her come was so damn erotic.

Then he slowly started to fuck her, and she came again, moaning and shaking. When she caught her breath, he looked at her, asking a silent question, and she nodded and said “Do it.”

That is when he rolled me onto my front and fucked me doggy style with his big fat cock. He was so much bigger than I’m used to, and it took a while before I could take him fully, but when I did–OH MY GOD.

Every inch of him felt absolutely exquisite inside me. I came like that, and then pounced on the Mrs. and devoured her pussy with my mouth. She gasped that I had an amazing tongue, and I responded by making “Mmmmm” noises that vibrated and pushed her to the brink.

“Oh my god, I’m gonna come!”

I pulled her clit into my mouth and sucked until I felt her come on my tongue, then I lapped her up like a kitten with a bowl of milk. The Mr. got up and stood by the side of the bed so I could take his big, hard cock in my mouth as The Mrs. started to finger me. I stuck my fingers in her and her lover came behind me and drove me crazy with his tongue. I was overcome with pleasure and moaned and screamed and gripped the arms of the sexy woman lying under me.

“Do it, she’s almost there,” she commanded him, so he pushed his cock inside me, doggy style, and my screaming increased as he slammed into me over and over. I had a shuddering orgasm that lasted minutes.

When I was done quivering and sobbing, he entered his girl again while I watched. She had an amazing orgasm that made her soak the bed, and we were all panting and gasping for breath.

We talked for a minute about going outside and having a drink before I left. We  wanted to play all night but the Mrs. had to work the next morning. I tried to convince myself to get up, but she was so sexy lying there naked that I couldn’t resist and fingered her one more time. I put one finger on her g-spot and she moaned and wiggled with pleasure, but when I put another finger in she started to scream again. I felt her tighten around me as her millionth orgasm for the night built.

“Oh my god, I’ve never had more than one finger at a time, that is ridiculous!” she said, and then she dissolved into ecstasy.

Finally, we managed to gather the will-power to go outside again and chat for a bit before we had to say good night. We got dressed and had a drink and a smoke, and then I kissed them both good-bye with the promise that we would get together again really soon.

My cab pulled into the driveway. I climbed into the front seat, weak from the weed and the drinking and the sex, and turned to the cab driver.

“You wanna hear a sexy story?”


The Threesome

I was staying at a girlfriend’s house for the week. It was every bit as fun as we’d planned–lots of drinking, laughing, movies and Just Dance. “A” and BFF seemed to click immediately–they are both the kind of people who can talk to and make friends with anyone, instantly.

We were hanging in her backyard, drinking and talking and taking photos of each other (“A” and I are both photographers), and “A” said he wanted to test a theory. He took a “Before” photo of me. Then he started rubbing my neck and told me to relax and clear my head. He told me to think about the story I’d told him about my time in Jamaica when I was fifteen. The men there are very forward and it’s not uncommon to find yourself fooling around with a virtual stranger. I was at the beach with my 20 year old cousin, and a couple guys came up and started talking to us. One asked me to take a walk, and my cousin jokingly called out that if we weren’t back in 10 minutes she was going to come looking for me. She knew how those men could be.

He grabbed my hand and we took off down the beach. I was on my second Smirnoff Ice–there is apparently no respect for the legal drinking age at beach bars in Jamaica–and feeling a little buzzed. He led me into one of the stone change rooms that resembled small caves, pushed me up against the wall and started kissing me. I was instantly turned on. He rubbed my breasts and I moaned into him, running my hands over his package, through his shorts. He slid a finger inside me and I was surprised at my wetness. I was incredibly aroused, but stopped short of going “all the way” with him. I was not about to lose my technical virginity to some stranger on the beach, and still harboured the paranoid delusion that sex–despite his production of a condom–would instantly lead to pregnancy.  So we continued to make out and grope each other until my cousin made good on her promise and I heard her calling me from down the beach.

This is what he had me think about for a few moments. I played the image over in my head like a PG-13 rated movie reel, and then he sat on the back steps and shot my photo.

There was a definite difference between the Before and After–I looked self-conscious in the first one, sultry and sexy in the second. Then he did the same to BFF. He rubbed her shoulders and told her to relax and breathe, and I told her to think about the time she had sex on the side of the highway when she and her boyfriend were in Cuba. Then we shot her from above, and the result was stunning. Her piercing blue eyes looked alive in the camera. They were saying “fuck me”.

The drinks kept flowing, and we got sillier and more outrageous in our conversation. Then BFF said she wanted to take a shower. Half-kidding, I said “Want us to join you?”

She surprised me by saying “Actually, I did have a thought about that. . .about me and you taking a shower together.”

This was not the first time we she and I got X-rated after too many drinks, but that’s a story for another time.

“You have really nice legs,” I said, with my trade-mark dirty smirk. Bending over from my patio chair, I ran my hand from her ankle to her thigh. Laughing, I told her that if she was uncomfortable I could keep my hands to myself, and put my hands under my butt so I wouldn’t be tempted to touch her again, which necessitated “A” holding my glass up to my lips so I could keep drinking.

Eventually, though, I went and sat beside her. “I love your tits,” came out of my mouth, and then in my uninhibited state, I reached over and grabbed one. “A” snapped a picture of both of us giggling, my hand on her boob. She was turned on enough to text her long-distance boyfriend and ask if he cared if she had a threesome. She continued talking to him while we all moved upstairs. I had the crazy urge to pull off her shorts  and lick her clit, so I followed my instincts. “A” helped me undress her from the waist down, and I gave her a little taste of my oral skills. She giggled into the phone then moved into her bedroom to continue to try to convince boyfriend that this was a good idea. While they were sorting that out, “A” and I got naked, and jumped in the shower. He soaped me up and rinsed me off, and I did the same for him, lingering over his hard cock with the suds in my hand under the hot spray of the water. Kissing in the shower is delicious–I highly recommend it.

A few minutes later, BFF joined us. Stripping down, she stepped inside the tub.

“You are so tiny,” she said to me, encircling my waist with her hands. “And these are fantastic”, she continued, cupping both my breasts.

“I love your curves,” I responded, finding it amusing that we were exchanging pleasantries buck-naked in a shower for three. She really is sexy as hell, though–tall and curvy, with an hourglass figure and wavy red hair.

“A” and I shuffled to give her a turn under the spray. I filled my hand with creamy shampoo and massaged her hair, while “A” took care of the rest of her body. BFF turned to me and shimmied up and down my body, rubbing her breasts against me. I followed her lead, moving against her and running my hands down her backside. Sliding her fingers inside me she murmured “My fingers are in your pussy”, before I kissed first her, then “A”, passionately on the mouth.

“A” rubbed her breasts while she continued to finger me, and I reached over and started giving him a hand job.

She got down on her knees and sucked his cock while I stroked her hair, and then he fucked her from behind while I alternated between rubbing her clit and her nipples.

She looked so sexy as she moaned and writhed.

Eventually we moved onto the bathroom floor and “A” fucked her missionary-style while fingering me.

She reached over and covered my mouth as I started to scream. We had heard her sister come home and didn’t want our activities to scar the virgin for life, ha.

Eventually we moved into the bedroom and dried off, and “A” fucked me face down on the floor. I pushed my face into the carpet to muffle my screams as I came again, while BFF watched.

When we were done we went downstairs to join BFF’s sister, who it turned out knew exactly what we’d been doing. We all played some kind of strip drinking game, and I somehow ended up on “A”‘s lap, screwing him at the table in front of the other girls. He said it was the highlight of his life.

There was lots more sex that night, including BFF using her vibrator on me while jerking off “A”, and “A” and I having drunken, ill-advised condom-less sex smack in the middle of my fertile period.

It was crazy fun, and we loved the fact that we’d finally each had our first threesome.

Next, we would go for gold and have a foursome.