I wanted a threesome

  

I had always been somewhat fascinated by porn videos depicting a threesome. A woman on her knees sucking one cock while being fucked by another. I would sit and jerk off while I watched the three of them moaning and groaning, obviously enjoying the experience. I knew it was porn and stage managed but it didn’t make it less exciting. They probably got paid more the more they moaned but that didn’t mean a thing as I came doing my own moaning as well.

Of course real life isn’t like the movies. I didn’t know any woman who was into such things and I didn’t know any of my mates who I could trust not to blab to all and sundry if I admitted to my desire for a threesome. It looked like porn was my only answer which frustrated me. It was the difference in having real sex and jerking of to a laptop screen. Not quite the same.

First glory hole experience

 I had just broken up with my girlfriend of two years. She just decided to up and leave one day and wasn't exaclty nice about it. She ended up cleaning out our entire apartment. In an attempt to cheer me up a few good friends decided it'd be a good idea for me to get out and have a couple of drinks. After a while of pounding them back I decided to just head out and walk home.

As I was walking home I passed a run down looking sex shop. My drunk curiosity got the best of me and I decided to wander in. After wandering around for a while I came to the pay to wacth porn booths. Figuring I wasn't going to get laid tonight I went to the cashier got some of the tokens and wandered into one of the middle booths. Once I got in there and my eyes adjusted to the dim light i settled into the chair and inserted my tokens. I started scrolling through the movies and settled upon a 3 way with two guys and a girl.

The movie starts and the two guys are sitting while the girl is sucking both of their cocks. When suddenly one guy slides down the couch and starts licking up and down the other guys shaft. I've never been into guys before but I can feel my cock growing and I can't take my eyes off the screen. Without blinking I pull my dick out and start to stroke it while the guy and the girl take turns sliding his cock all the way down their throat.

Being naughty

 

 I had married young and we had a little girl. My wife and I loved to party and had loads of friends that loved the same thing. We would get drunk and smoke weed at parties when we could get Mom to look after our kid. Well after returning from my work one day I found the note.

Dear John. I need to explore my inner self. By. Love Shelly.

Months went by without any contact. I had heard rumors that she had hooked up with a big black 'read BBC' guy from a band and was interstate somewhere. I got in contact with all the right people and now have full custody.

At 10 she missed her Mom terribly. She would sit in my lap and cry until she fell asleep. My mom was very good and helped a lot. She loved being a grandmother and spoiled her a constantly, taking her during the day and sometimes when I had a date, overnight.

Life moves on and it did for us. We went through puberty. I showed her how to use a shaver on her legs. She showed me how to go about the fitting for a bra. I noticed guys checking her out. She went on the pill.

Teen Brothers Growing

  

 We were a family containing 4 children , 2 boys 2 girls, we lived in a three bedded house so we had to share rooms, our room was only big enough for a double bed so as two teen boys growing up we were used to sleeping in the same bed and I hadn't thought anything unusual about it as we had done so all through our lives.

I was a late developer and had only recently began to think about girls and sex and stuff like that. I was quite shy and not confident around girls, although I used to flirt with them I didn’t know how to get close enough to get anywhere near losing my virginity.

Things changed for me one day when we had gone to the local pool for a family day out, I was in the pool when he got out to run and jump back in, I had never even really noticed before that he had grown into a man, I looked at him closely for the first time, I could see his black shiny wet speedos hugging a bulge of man size proportions. I looked intently as he stood there waiting his turn to run and jump back in the pool. his bulge moved as one, swinging side to side as he ran, and bounced with him as he leaped in the water, It was an impressive sight for me , I had never noticed before . I didn't get another glimpse as he got out the pool and changed before me.

College Friends

   

Mmm, I was so horny. I was in my pool, naked, sitting in the shallow end the night before my flight, fingering myself. With my free hand, I grabbed a breast, easily bringing it to my own mouth to suck. It’d been months since I got any action.

I was fine with that. I didn’t feel like dating. I didn’t care to meet up for drinks, to wait by the phone, to come up with crap to talk about; everything that went along with dating. I was fine being alone, having sex to, well, myself. I had my toys, my fingers, everything I needed to orgasm. I also enjoyed spending time with my son.

There was desire to have a person in me, yes. I got so horny sometimes, the lust and desire to touch another human, I had to masturbate in the bathroom at work. However, I stayed strong. I would have no drama in my life.

After I climaxed, I climbed out of the pool, the cool night air sending tingles over my body. I grabbed my towel, went inside and called Kristen. I couldn’t wait to see her to tomorrow. I was flying to Atlanta to visit her for my vacation. My son would stay with his Aunt, and it’d be a trip I’d make alone.

Unfortunately, the circumstances weren’t happy. Her soon-to-be ex-husband, Trent, betrayed her. He cheated on her with another woman. I was shocked and saddened by this. My friend, Kristen, someone I met back in my sophomore year of college, 14 years ago, was so hurt she moved away from LA, away from everyone. She said she needed time to adjust and try to move on. I thought she might’ve been embarrassed by the whole ordeal. The only thing I could do to comfort her was hold her.

When I arrive in Atlanta for my visit, I’ll do just that – hold her, let her cry, for as long as needed.

I gave her a call, unwrapping the towel from my body, sitting on the bed.

*

I wiped a few tears, unable to sleep, as usual. Wendy called me. I knew she’d know I was wide awake. I sniffed, collected myself and answered.

“Hey,” I said, trying to sound like I was asleep.

“Hi there. Tomorrow at this time, I’ll be there with you. We’ll be drinking, talking, laughing,” Wendy told me.

“Yes, I can’t wait.”

“You sound so excited,” Wendy joked.

“I’m sorry, Wendy. I just –“ I had no words, other than I was miserable.

“It’s fine, it really is. You don’t have to wear a happy face for me. I’m here for you, and tomorrow, I’ll be there for you.”

“I know and I am looking forward to it. I could use your hugs,” I told her. It was true. Being held by my old friend, takes me back to my freshman year of college. I was so scared, but she was the RA of our dorm, and helped me get through it. We became best friends – sort of like sisters.

She was my maid of honor. Ugh, why’d I have to think of my wedding? I have no idea how I’ll ever get through this, how I’ll ever stop thinking of Trent and how he hurt me.

We finalized our plans, when I’d pick her up from the airport and so on. I ended the call and walked around my new apartment. There were still boxes strewn about. I haven’t had the energy to unpack or do anything really.

One box in the corner had a lot of memorabilia from the wedding, from the marriage; gifts, photos, stuff like that. I stared at it, contemplating throwing it all away, chucking it in the dumpster. Then I thought about dating.

I can’t do it. I can’t go out and try to meet men. The one man who I thought was perfect, broke my heart, ruined our marriage. I have to be alone for a while.

I sat on the edge of my bed and cried again. All the plans I had, children, a nice house together, were ruined. I thought about Wendy. She’s been my best friend since college. I couldn’t wait to see her. I imagined myself becoming like jelly in her arms at the airport. I needed her hugs so bad.

*

“Kristen!” I exclaimed, running to my friend, throwing my arms her. She was already tearing up. We stood there in the airport, holding each other. She was crying. I was expecting that. I just held her.

She gained her composure, I grabbed her hand, and off to baggage claim we went. Kristen reminded of that scared, nervous freshman, whose parents pushed her out of the nest. I was there for her then, and now in her greatest heartbreak, I’m here for her again.

“You look gorgeous,” I told her.

“Please don’t,” she wiped her eyes.

“You do. Crying face and all,” I smiled at her. I put my arm around her, her head resting against my shoulder. “We’re going to have a great week. I’ll be like your medicine!”

“Ha, sure,” she laughed weakly.

I wished she hadn’t moved away. I wished hadn’t run from everything. But, I suppose I can empathize.

Grabbing my luggage with one hand, her hand with my other, off we went. I followed her to her car and got in.

We arrived at her apartment a little later. I set my bag in her room, used the bathroom, and headed out to the living room. There Kristen was, crying on the couch. I immediately went to her side.

*

I knew when Wendy got here, everything would come out. I guess having her around enabled me to really let loose and cry. I almost regret leaving LA, but I had to get away from him, from everything that reminded me of him.

Wendy was so warm. I guess those big boobs of hers act as pillows. I closed my eyes, feeling her fingers through my blonde hair, pulling me against her chest. I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“What are you laughing at?” she asked me.

I sat up, wiping my eyes, “Pillows.”

“Oh, these?” she looked to her chest. “Feel free to use them!”

I smiled, collapsing against her again. I could hear her heart beat.

“Maybe we could go out tonight,” she suggested. “Get some drinks, maybe go dancing.”

“Oh, no, no way. I’m not going to some club with a bunch of guys trying to pick up ladies. I don’t even want to be around guys right now.”

“Then we can go to a gay bar,” Wendy said. “You wouldn’t have to deal with guys hitting on you. I mean, look at you, I can totally see how that’d be a problem.”

I couldn’t help but blush. “Sorry, I’m not a lesbian though.”

“We’ll just have to pretend then,” Wendy winked at me. I know she was trying to cheer me up, to get me out of the apartment, to take my mind off things. I guess if I were to ever pretend to be with a woman, she’d be the woman I’d pretend to be with. If we went to a gay club, I wouldn’t have to deal with guys coming up to me – not that they would, in my opinion.

I smiled, took a deep breath. “Sure. Why not.”

*
Kristin looked so beautiful. Seeing her in her dress, makeup, in the low lit lighting of the club, made me angry to think Trent gave this up – gave her up.

We drank, we danced; it was her and I, lost in our world together.

I saw her smile. Her beautiful, full lips, were so incredibly kissable. I almost did. I suppose I could’ve blamed it on the alcohol.

A woman approached her when we were chatting at the bar. I shrugged, nodding to Kristen, saying she should dance and shooed her away.

I watched from afar. The woman was behind Kristen, her hands on her hips. Kristen was grinding against her, laughing at herself, having a good time.

When the song ended, the women led Kristen back over to me. She thanked me for letting her dance with my partner. We didn’t correct the woman. We simply smiled, grabbed each other’s hands and left.

“So you have fun dancing with that woman?” I asked on the way to Kristin’s apartment.

“Yep. You know? She was kinda hot.”

“Oh is that right?”

“Yes, but there was a much hotter woman there. She had long dark hair, big boobs, her name was Wendy I think,” Kristen joked.

“Oh yeah? You should’ve got her number, maybe gone home with her,” I said.

“Or I could’ve brought her home with me. You wouldn’t have minded, would you?” she asked me.

“Not at all! But I would’ve brought home a girl too. She was the hottest one there. A blonde named Kristen. Mmm,” I smiled at her.

“Ah, looks like we missed out then. Guess we’ll settle for each other. Maybe Trent ruining my marriage has made me become a lesbian!”

“Well, baby,” I laughed, “I’ll be gay with you!”

*

We got home, changed into pajamas, grabbed some wine and went to bed. I was using Wendy’s boobs as a pillow again.

“Thank you for being here, again,” I told Wendy.

I couldn’t help but smile. Her arm draped over me, rubbing my back

“I’m glad to be here. I missed you. I know it wasn’t that long since you moved here, but it felt like a long time. I thought about driving by Trent’s and egging his house,” Wendy said.

“You should have!” I sat up, grabbing my wine, gulping it down. “Ah. Back to my titty pillow.”

“You can use them for that if you want,” Wendy extended her arm, smiling as I snuggled against her.

Running my hand over her tummy, her warm tit-pillow against the side of my head, I told Wendy I loved her. It had to have been the alcohol mixed with my gratitude of her flying out to spend time with me during a sad time of my life.

“I love you too,” she kissed the top of my head.

In her arms, warm, cozy, at peace, I fell asleep with a smile on my face – something that hadn’t happened in a long time.

*

I got up early, cooking breakfast for Kristen. I drove to a grocery store nearby and got bacon and eggs. I was standing there in the kitchen, turning bacon, when I felt her warm body against my back. I set the fork down, turned around, and hugged her.

“I’m taking you shopping today,” I said, kissing her head. “Then tonight, we’re going out to dinner.”

“Wendy, you don’t have to do this,” she said.

“I want to. Now go shower, save me some water. Unless you want me to get in there with you. These big boobs would take up a lot of room though,” I joked.

Kristen eyed my chest, “Yes, yes they would.” She playfully licked her lips.

“Mmm, naughty girl,” I grinned, tending to the bacon.

A few hours later, we found ourselves holding hands again, as we walked from store to store. I didn’t mind. She didn’t seem to either. I thought it was sweet – whatever brought her happiness.

I bought her several things, much to her protest. New shoes, a dress, were among the items.

I drove back to her apartment, my hand resting on her thigh. “We’re going to eat some place night tonight. It’ll be very romantic.”

I rubbed her thigh. “Ooh, I could use that,” Kristen said, caressing my hand.

“Good. You’re my woman, tonight,” I grinned, thinking how stupid Trent was to hurt her.

*

We sat in a nice, secluded booth. Wendy was right, it was very romantic. For some reason, maybe loneliness, or joy that she was there was with me, I held her hand the entire dinner. We spoon fed each other dessert too.

She told me I was beautiful. I blushed, but let it roll off me. I figured she was telling me this, being sweet to me, hoping to cheer me up. It was working.

Wendy drove back to my place afterward. I held her arm, and she led me to my apartment.

I stopped her at the door, giving her a big hug. “Thank you for a wonderful, uh, date,” I smiled.

“No, thank you. I love spending time with you,” Wendy said.

I leaned in, reflexively, and gave Wendy a kiss on the cheek. “Would you, uh, care to come in?” I joked.

“Mmm, absolutely,” Wendy grinned, grabbing my hand, as I led us inside.

I set my purse down, making my way to the kitchen. Wendy sat on the couch, playing with her long, dark hair. I grabbed two wine glasses, filling them up. If this was a date, it was a great one. I was so happy my old college friend was there with me.

I sat next to her, turned to face her. Wendy facing me. We were mostly quiet, sipping our wine, giving simple caresses to a hand, forearm, knee, trading smiles.

*

Kristen was so gorgeous. I was in awe of her. Her heart was broken, she moved away, destroyed, yet there she was, on the couch next to me, radiating beauty.

Her lips, I couldn’t help but stare at them. They’re so big, full, beautiful.

“You need to be kissed,” I spoke up.

“Huh?”

“I said you need to be kissed. With lips like yours, those beauties need to be kissed every day. It’d be stupid for anyone to not want to,” I told her.

“Wendy,” she blushed again, looking away. “I know you’re just trying to –“

I lunged at Kristen, grabbing her face, planting a big kiss on her mouth. She was shocked and moved away. “Sorry,” I said. “I, uh –“

“No, no, it’s fine. It’s ok,” She smiled awkwardly.

“I thought maybe I could, I mean, you would’ve liked –“

“No, yeah, I did. I liked it. I just didn’t think you would. I guess maybe I could use a kiss. Or two,” Kristen said.

“Or two?” I smiled.

“Well, maybe more. It’s just you. My friend,” she looked away again.

“Hey,” I placed my hand on hers.

*

Visiting My Girlfriend's Family

  

This should be an interesting weekend, Chris thought as he pulled the car into Claire’s parents' driveway. Claire gave him a reassuring smile as he turned off the car.

"They’re going to love you. Trust me," she assured as they walked toward the front door. Chris knew that she was probably right. But the question of whether or not his girlfriend's parents would like him wasn't the issue that had made him uneasy. He just had never done the whole "meet her parents" thing. With any girlfriend. Back in the town in which he grew up everyone knew everyone, or at least knew of everyone, so he already felt comfortable enough around the parents of any girl he dated before he even started dating them. Even better, you could take the parents of potential dating candidates into consideration before asking a girl out - Chris could remember a couple cute girls he never even considered making a move on because their parents were such psychos.

Now that he was in college, he didn't have that luxury. What if her dad's crazy? Or has one of those "fuck you for fucking my daughter" kind of attitudes. Of course, Chris was fucking Claire, and had been for a couple of months. But they really liked each other and enjoyed spending time together. Recently, they had gotten to the point in their relationship where almost every night was spent together, regardless of whether they fooled around or not. On that note, where would Chris be expected to sleep this weekend? Her parents had to know they were sleeping together. After all, they were in their second year of college together, and had been dating for several months. But he didn’t know how all the rules of this whole "bring-your-boyfriend-home" thing worked.

My sister is changing her preferences

 

It was the morning after getting scolded by my sister that she invited me to wake her girlfriend up . I was still in shock when she led me into her room and told me to feed Donna her breakfast. Her breakfast was sausage,my sausage to be exact and Janet's breakfast was Donna’s pussy. “Go ahead”my sister said “she told me before she went to sleep that she wanted it”. Apparently Donna didn’t wake her when she returned from my bed last night because she was urging me to let Donna suck me.

Janet then placed her fingers on Donna’s pussy followed by a kiss on her clit.Donna opened her eyes but then wide as I knelt on the bed with my cock in hand. Her mouth opened as I positioned my body beside her face ,tapping her lips with my cock. I couldn’t believe this was happening, I also couldn’t believe how much nicer it was being this close watching my sister licking pussy.

I thought that I was hard last night seeing them from a distance but I am even harder now. With the morning light I could see just how pretty Donna’s pussy was.As Donna licked up and down on my shaft I could see how puffy and wet her pussy lips were when Janet licked them. I could also see that Janet seemed interested in what Donna was doing to my cock. She lifted her head up when I reached down and gathered her long hair behind her.

I was paying attention to how Janet played with Donna and little about what Donna was doing with me.The feeling of her warm mouth was fantastic but watching Janet fingering Donna is what turned me on the most. Seeing my sister sucking and fingering at Donna’s pussy was how I was able not to cum too quickly.

BBW threesome

 

 I am 5'5", brown hair, blue eyes, you can call me Mae, and actually I'm quite pretty, except for the fact that I'm over weight. I'm one of those girls that always gets the "you'd be so pretty if you lost weight" backhanded compliment. So I've never gone out with anyone or had sex with anyone, boy or girl (I'm bisexual). Which is a huge issue because I get horny so easily. Everyone thinks I'm so innocent but goddamn do I want to have sex. Sadly I'm too shy to come on to people that I'm unsure of whether they are into big girls or not and it's hard finding out if they are up for some good friends with benefits stuff. So I turned do Craigslist.

Yeah I know it's not always safe but I knew how to handle it. I put a few ads up looking for a man or woman down for some fun with a BBW and soon got some replies. I weeded out the sketchy people, and the people that were into things that I'm not really for (BDSM, watersports, etc), and that's when I came along a nice couple.

28y/o BBW wife (Lisa) and her 30y/o chubbish husband (Mica) contacted me and said they were looking for a friend with benefits for them both. After some discussion, info exchange and pictures I decided I wanted to get to know them. We started texting and sending more pictures. Mica really loved sexting and I was okay with that, nothing gets me more turned on then hearing what he's gunna do to me. He sent me pictures of his dick and I was pleased to see that it was a nice thick 7 inch cock. Of course a little was hidden under his tummy but that's okay. Lisa didn't text as much but when she did, it was pictures and videos of her and Mica fucking like crazy.

This couple were exactly what I was looking for, they accepted the fact that even though I had never been with another person that they didn't have to go easy on me. I've been using dildos on my pussy and ass for years and liked it hard. So the moment they asked to meet up I jumped on the chance.

It was a Friday night after I got done classes. I showered and shave and put on a cute dress and then I anxiously waited until the time they said they would pick me up at my dorm since I do not have a car on campus. When they arrived and waved me down excitedly, Lisa got out of the car and gave me a big hug. This shocked me a little because I'm not a big hugging person but that's nothing compared to how close we were going to get soon.

To my surprise Lisa sat in the back of the SUV with me and once we were situated Mica pulled away from the campus, starting the 25 minute drive back to their place. For the first few minutes they chatted with me about everyday things, and that they were so happy when I replied to their email. They asked if I was nervous, and told me there was nothing to worry about. Then suddenly the mood changed a little.

I found my sister stripping

 

A pounding noise reverberates through the room, waking me from pleasant dreams. Opening my eyes, wondering who might be at the door, I realized that the pounding was coming from within my own skull, and I groan. Apparently I wasn't alone, because my groan was echoed by other voices.

In shock, I look around and find three other women in my bed, one of them is... This is too much for my extremely hung-over mind to fathom, and oblivion takes me.

* * *

I had just turned 18 a week ago, and my friends finally convinced me to go to a strip joint in the next town over. I had agreed, mostly just to get them to quit pestering me. I mean, why should I go to a strip club and see a bunch of naked women that are out of my league, when I can just surf the web for porn and see a lot more action? You might argue that seeing tits in person is better than digitally, but I have to admit I am rather shy.

We arrive at the club, one of the few that will let in those under 21, but I have to wear a red band on my wrist to denote the fact that I am too young to drink. The place is pretty hopping with a cute brunette on the stage collecting her tips from her last dance. We end up having to take seats towards the back, but are still able to see the stage pretty well.

"Next up is Amber," comes the announcer's voice. "Amber. Amber please take the stage."

A smoking hot red-head comes out in a school girl outfit, and begins to groove to the music. She moves her hips to the music provocatively, and turns her back to us before bending over. She runs her hand slowly up her inner thigh as she stands upright. Turning back to the audience, I am surprised to see that she has undone the knot holding her shirt on, and she soon shrugs it off. I am intrigued with how well she moves, and wonder how good she would be in bed. Despite these thoughts, I realize that I am not even hard. If I had been watching porn, I know I would have been at my full 8 inches, but there is just something about only watching a woman dance that doesn't turn me on.