My First Threesome
July in the sun drenched Mediterranean party island of Ibiza was, as you would expect, hot as hell and bursting with energy. I had been soaking up the sun, with my best mate Colleen, for just 48 hours and we had just left our apartment for our second night of drinking, dancing and depravity. It was my first time in Ibiza and we were only just beginning to find our feet and know where the crowds and decent bars were, and after a short queue, we had muscled our way into one of the larger ones.
I was dressed deliberately to attract the kind of attention that would get me into trouble. My blond bob hugged my cheeks and flicked under my chin. 36C breasts strained against the fabric of my cropped white T-shirt, and my fake diamond navel stud caught every passing flicker of light drawing attention to my flat stomach. My long legs looked longer than ever beneath a very short, blue skirt, whilst three inch heels added just enough to my 5″9 frame to make men look up into my pale green eyes if they wanted my attention. Beneath this outer layer, a tiny, white g-string was all that covered my modesty and my matching bra had not yet made it out of my suitcase. I knew I was drawing admiring glances, not to mention the occasional squeeze or pinch, from the boys around us and all the attention, however hands-on, was making me feel very sexy indeed.
Primary coloured lights flashed and flickered, distorting everything in the bar, and the sound system hammered out the beat so loud that the bass made the floorboards vibrate beneath my feet. The throbbing mass of bodies, all dancing, writhing and rubbing up against each other turned the warm air into a humid, steaming sauna.
It was approaching midnight as I stood at the long bar and I ordered us both another pair of Brandy Alexandras, so the night was really only just beginning and young men and women were still being shoe-horned into the bar in their droves. I wrestled through the crush to where Colleen, one of my oldest school friends, was chatting to a group of guys who’d been hitting on us from the moment we’d arrived. I passed over her creamy cocktail that filled the old fashioned pink-tinted martini glass to the brim and listened to the guys telling us how great they were.
James, who had immediately caught my attention, had already been there a week. He was tall, maybe 6″2 and his slender body was already carrying a healthy brown tan that his canary yellow fitted t-shirt served only to highlight. I guessed he was a couple of years older than my nineteen and as we chatted, and I admired his muscular torso as it rippled beneath the stressed cotton, I began to think of just where his budding tan might end and more importantly, whether or not I was destined to find out.
As we shouted at each other above the mesmerising beat, our faces just inches apart, I watched him flirt, waving his arms around to emphasise every tale. The humidity rising from the crowd, the passion with which he recounted his stories and his disarming smile, caused beads of perspiration to break out on his forehead, and as I watched they rolled down his temples. His enthusiasm was infectious and the more he spoke, the more I leant into him, eager not to miss a beat.
I was recently single and had come out to Ibiza for a fortnight of fun at the end of our year out before starting university. My family is far from loaded and I’d spent the year working hard, often with a bar job in the evening as well as an office job during the day. I had managed to get a little money behind me to get myself through the first year of college, so combine this with the split from my only serious boyfriend, I was really ready for a break.
I was very sexually immature and had only ever had one sexual partner. Unlike so many of my peers, I had not been drawn to Ibiza at the thought of wild, promiscuous sex with complete strangers, but even just two days into the holiday, I was already loving the liberation of being away from my parents and of living my life to my own timetable. What I had been totally unprepared for was that the hot days in the sun and endless trickle of alcohol would leave me feeling so permanently horny with only my own fingers for company. Subsequently when James drained his beer, dispensed with the small talk and slipped his arms around my waist, I let myself be pulled towards him, gyrated my hips against his in time to the hypnotic beat and revelled in the buzz as my heart rate immediately doubled.
I lost track of how long we had been dancing together, the DJ skilfully blended one track into another without a pause, but it was long enough for my t-shirt to dampen with sweat and my easily excitable nipples and the swell of my breasts to press against the slightly transparent cotton.
The longer we danced, the hotter I got and the alcohol robbed me of inhibition. Conversation had stopped completely and James just held me tightly around my waist and as I pushed my hips into his, I could feel his excitement, swollen and straining against his trousers, pressing against me as we danced and in response my own sexual appetite began to awaken.
I knew then that I would just never survive two weeks of constant arousal, without the kind of release that my fingers could not provide and I began to hatch my own plan to lure him away from the bar. Whether he could read my mind, or was feeling the same way, as I leant into him to whisper in his ear, he intercepted me and kissed me on the lips, his hot tongue hungrily probing my mouth and licking my full and pouting lips. I stood up on the tips of my toes, put my hands around his neck and pulled him closer. He responded by massaging my breasts through my t-shirt, pinching my stiff nipples between his fingers until they were rock-solid and tender.
As we danced, now clutching each other close, he let his hands wander all over my sexually charged body unchallenged and I simply left mine hanging submissively over his shoulders. Hot bodies pressed against us from all directions as the dance floor overflowed, all gyrating, drinking and groping.
James’ hand slipped up the back of my skirt and as he pushed the fabric up I felt his hand knead my bare buttocks, which must have been visible to anyone who cared to look — a thought, I was shocked to realise, made my heart quicken with a rising lust.
I rested my face in his neck and could smell the mixed musk of his aftershave and perspiration, a concoction that served only to sharpen my galloping sexual desire. His creeping fingers slipped under the satin string of my thong and he ran his fingertips between my buttocks. The wanton groan that slipped from my lips simply encouraged him to explore still further, sending a shiver agonisingly down my spine.
I could feel his impossibly hard cock pressing against my stomach like a steel bar as he squeezed my tight arse and encouraged by my willingness to let him explore, he began to nudge his hand around my hips.
I expected him to stop short at any moment, surrounded as we were by hundreds of other writhing bodies, but he simply continued his teasingly slow journey.
I seemed totally hypnotised by his touch and as his fingers brushed through my bush into my sticky folds I gasped, breathing heavily in his ear as he continued to probe and push. Surrounded by the crush of fellow revellers, our dancing had been reduced to a squashed shuffle, which enabled James to hide his actions from most of those around us, but as he cupped my pubic bone in his hand, I no longer cared who was watching and just needed him to touch me.
My excitement overpowered my common sense and as we swayed, writhing more in time to the movements of the crowd than the music, I took a deep breath and shuffled my legs apart, to allow him easier access to my aching pussy.
All my previous sexual encounters with my ex-boyfriend had been confined to either my bedroom or his when our parents were out. Once we had managed it clumsily in the shower, but that was the extent of my sexual experience. But now, in the middle of a throbbing bar, my head swimming with alcohol and my cunt on fire with lust, I felt James slip his middle finger into me whilst I bit his ear in a vain attempt to maintain control.
I no longer cared if we were being watched. In fact, the thought that we might not be, sent a wave of disappointment through me and as someone pressed against me from behind, I widened my stance further and turned my hips towards his hand, and was instantly rewarded by a second finger sliding home.
“Oh fuck that’s good.” I groaned into his ear as he finger-fucked me shamelessly on the crowded dance floor.
I felt a hot and sweaty hand grope at my almost naked arse that I knew could not be James’. This served only to heighten my excitement and push me closer to orgasm as I realised that, not only was at least one other person watching us, but could not resist joining in.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” I panted and pushed my hips forward to take James’ fingers deeper into my pussy. “Make me cum.” I almost pleaded as my pleasure seemed to peak without quite tipping me over the edge.
Another hand squeezed my arse and this time, long, slim fingers pressed lightly against my puckered star, sending me cascading over the edge into orgasmic bliss.
“Shit, shit, shit.” I panted loud enough to draw attention from several people around me. As I came hard, my hot juice flooded my pussy, coating James’ fingers. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on tight, not sure if my legs would support me through my pleasure and as my orgasm finally subsided, he pulled his glistening fingers from my cunt and fed them to me. I sucked them greedily into my mouth, tasting myself, with my eyes fixed on a girl dancing beside me. The look of disgust on her face as I rolled my tongue around James’ fingers just turned my dials higher.
“Come on,” I said, taking him by the hand, “let’s get the fuck out of here.”
We left the bar at almost a sprint, with me dragging James behind me as we headed for his apartment. He was holidaying with a group of lads from his university but luckily the flat was empty when we arrived. He led me across the main living room and straight into one of the bedrooms.
“Follow me,” he laughed, pulling me along behind him through the untidy flat, its beer can towers casting shadows across the tiled floor. “Let’s do it in here. It’s not like Paul’s going to bring anyone back. It’s the only action this room will get.”
I was passed caring. His fingers had awoken a lust inside me that I just couldn’t control and I needed him to fuck me hard and fast. If he’d have done it in the bar or in a shop doorway on the way back, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have stopped him, so I couldn’t give a fuck whose room it was.
He grabbed my t-shirt and whipped it off over my head so hard I actually heard some stitches in the neck snap, before he threw it across the room. He squeezed my tits and sucked them in turn until my nipples re-awoke to hard little buds, standing proud and erect, my pert teenage breasts pointing towards the heavens.
I slid my hand inside his long canvas shorts and held his stiff member for the first time before unbuttoning them and letting them fall to the floor. I sat on the bed and slowly took his shaft into my mouth. Looking up into his eyes, I rolled my tongue around his swollen helmet before sinking all the way down, taking it right to the very back of my throat. I fondled his balls whilst I slurped his cock in and out of my mouth, my saliva running down his glistening length in my excitement, coating his hairy balls. A smudge of pink lipstick smeared down his shaft as I sucked on his rigid cock and as I held it in my mouth, I could actually feel the blood pulsing through his veins.
I closed my fingers around the base of his cock whilst I explored his tip with my tongue, feeling him flinch and hearing him moan as I found the most sensitive part of his steel-hard length.
I could already taste his excitement as it leaked in droplets from the end of his cock and I let it coat my tongue, but I was not ready to swallow his spunk just yet. I lay back on the bed and slipped off my skirt and g-string giving him his first glimpse of my wild bush and sopping, pink pussy lips as they poked out from beneath. He bent over me and ran his tongue along the whole length of my aching cunt, dipping it briefly inside me, making me shake with pleasure, before taking my fleshy folds entirely into his mouth and sucking on them greedily but all too briefly.
He crawled up my hot and naked body and kissed me fully on the lips. I licked my juices hungrily from his mouth and wrapped my legs around his hips as he guided his throbbing cock into me, driving it home in one swift and easy motion. I bit his lip before screaming with a mixture of surprise and desire as he entered me, filling my slender frame with his hard, fat cock.
He fucked me hard, pounding his thick and veiny shaft into my slippery cunt and I could feel another orgasm immediately rise in my belly as his cock probed the very depths of my tight pussy. It fired through me without warning, making me moan aloud, my animalistic grunts bouncing off the walls of the small room.
He pulled out of me and turned me over onto all fours like an animal, parted my legs and thrust his meat back into me from behind, immediately developing a hard, deep rhythm. His balls slapped against my legs as I bucked and writhed back onto his stiff cock, his hands gripping my hips authoritatively, pinning me in place.
I opened my eyes and stared into the gloom, the room’s light drawn from a distant orange street lamp on the pavement outside. We were no longer alone.
“Paul, I presume!” I panted between thrusts at the young man standing in the doorway.
“Can I have a go when you’ve finished?” he asked James as if I was not even there, before draining the remainder of a bottle of beer.
“Why don’t you have a go now.” I replied in a beat. I couldn’t believe what I had just said, but the flare of pure lust that ignited in my body told me all I really needed to know.
I had seen this happen in porn movies and always enjoyed the familiar tingle in my pussy at the thought of being the object of two men’s desires and now it appeared that the fantasy was to become a reality.
Paul was small, mousy and bright red from the hiding sun had given him, but beggars can’t be choosers and it’s not every day a girl is offered such an opportunity, especially with people you will never have to see again.
With James still buried in my cunt as I knelt on all fours, I beckoned Paul over. Reaching out, I unbuckled his belt with one hand whilst he watched in disbelief, staring down at me, his eyes wide.
I undid the button on the front of his trousers, then the zip and pulled them down over his thighs. James’ pussy pounding had subsided to an almost gentle rocking as he presumably watched over my shoulder, suddenly keen not to waste his load and miss this opportunity.
Paul stepped out of his fallen trousers, then removed his boxer shorts, stepping in closer to me as he stroked his own cock hard. It was long, but slender and I watched it grow between his fingers. Craning my neck to reach him, I cautiously licked the exposed tip of his cock, then as it pointed at the ceiling, I licked it slowly from his balls to the very tip, like a long, refreshing lollipop.
Paul watched my every move as I licked around his helmet, my long tongue darting out, tickling him, until he demanded more by stepping in even closer to me so his knees pressed into the soft mattress.
“Get this inside you, slut.” He barked, shattering the relative silence of the flat and thrust his hips forward, pushing his stiffening rod between my soft, relaxed lips. I grunted in surprise as he grabbed handfuls of my hair, pinning me in place so he could fuck my face in long, deep strokes that filled my throat and made saliva spill down my chin.
In response to Paul’s violence, James re-established a slamming tempo behind me until I was impaled on two rock hard cocks that were being pushed into me with such enthusiasm, I felt as if I would split in two.
In a matter of seconds, I had reduced both these men to a primeval thrusting and grunting as they both fucked and abused my lithe, willing body. I was consumed with an overwhelming, whorish lust that made me cum almost instantly, my body quaking at the intense pleasure coursing through me.
“She fucking loves that.” Paul said to James across my arched and naked back. “Where the fuck did you find this skank?”
“I practically fucked her on the dance floor in Liberty.” James replied as if I had already gone home. “She’s well up for it.”
“Wicked.”
Talking about me as if I was just some cheap bitch, there purely for their sexual satisfaction just made me more and more crazed and as their excitement rose, they fucked me harder and deeper, sometimes grunting, sometimes talking about what a gorgeous slut I was.
Inch by inch, Paul had managed to feed his long cock all the way into the back of my mouth until his balls swung close to my chin every time he thrust his hips forward.
Spit roasted by two strangers who were clearly revelling in my debauchery, just made me want more and I did my best to egg them on by making my moans and groans heard as I ran my tongue all over Paul’s cock and gripped James’ tightly enough to squeeze the cum out of it.
“Let’s swap.” Declared Paul. “I wanna see what that cunt feels like.” He said, pulling his cock out of my mouth with a pop.
Paul climbed on the bed behind me and wasted no time in pushing his saliva slathered cock into my dripping pussy. I opened my mouth to groan out loud and James simply filled it with his meat. With about an inch less to play with but considerably more girth, I swallowed James’ cock whole until his balls slapped against my chin. I cupped them in my hand and squeezed them gently each time he pushed his rigid manhood passed my lips and into my mouth. My jaw ached immediately at trying to accommodate his fat cock and I could again taste his pre-cum, mixing on my tongue with what Paul had left behind.
“What a fucking great cunt!” Paul said in appreciation as he held my hips tightly, his nails digging into my skin. “Fucking great.”
James pushed his cock into the back of my throat to the point where I was convinced I would choke. Once he was buried in me as far as he could go, he held the back of my head in place with both hands and simply rocked back and forth gently, filling my throat until I couldn’t breath. When he finally relaxed his grip, I gasped for breath, saliva dribbling from the corners of my mouth and running down his shaft and my chin. But once I had another lungful of air, I took him again and again into my throat, desperate to please him and eager to push back my own pitifully narrow boundaries.
Behind me, Paul continued to fuck my cunt in rapid strokes and my own sticky cum flowed like treacle and matted my pubic hair. He pushed a wet thumb into my virgin arse, and I flinched instinctively, arching my back and pulling away from him in surprise at the intrusion and brand new sensation. Pulling me back towards him with the hand that still grasped my hips like a vice, he worked his thumb all the way in. The sensation was like nothing I had previously experienced and to my surprise my body to exploded unashamedly in another orgasm.
Loose and lubricated, he replaced his thumb with one, then a second finger as he found access to my final cherry easy as my body had already succumbed enough to accept the double-teaming.
“Crawl underneath her.” Paul said, withdrawing his cock from my tired cunt and taking full control of the situation he had invaded.
Without question James lay on the bed and I straddled him, guiding his fat cock back into my sopping pussy and still expecting Paul to come back and fuck my face.
I was sat up riding James’ cock as he kneaded my tits roughly in his clenched fists, when Paul pushed me down onto James’ smooth chest, so our faces were level. I bent down the extra inch and kissed him, our tongues immediately wrestling.
Suddenly, I felt the tip of Paul’s cock push against my puckered star and a sharp pain stabbed through me.
“Fuck no.” I gasped, suddenly scared that this had passed beyond my control. As I said, I had only had one previous sexual partner and most of our congresses were snatched quickly and simply whilst our parents were out. We had never ventured beyond the ordinary and anal sex was simply not on my radar.
“Fuck yes.” Came the reply from behind me as Paul applied more pressure. I wriggled to try and free myself from his grasp, but James now had hold of my hips from beneath me and I was pinned securely in place. Still the pressure on my virgin star increased and I felt Paul spread my buttocks with his hands to widen his target and again I stretched a little further.
“No.” I begged weakly, but it didn’t even sound convincing to me. “Owww.” I hollered a little louder as he stretched my virgin ass wider still and the pain continued to swell.
Meanwhile, James lay still, giving Paul the opportunity to move at his own pace and suddenly, without warning, my sphincter yielded and his cock popped my final cherry.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” I yelled at the top of my voice as an intense pain swept over my whole body as Paul’s shaft followed his helmet into the depths of my most private area.
Paul slapped my buttocks in celebration of his penetration, leaving a stinging red print on my flesh.
“Wow. That is one tight fucking arse.” He congratulated me as he pulled out almost to the tip, then lunged back into me with a little more confidence as James too re-awoke his motions, gently at first, then harder as they established a complementary rhythm.
Finally as the initial pain and shock subsided, I was stunned to realise that the pleasure was more intense than anything I had ever dreamed of. With a few more thrusts simultaneously filling both my arse and cunt that saw both of them get their whole cocks back inside me, I came so hard, I thought for a moment I would actually pass out, as the room dimmed further and went momentarily black before swimming slowly back into focus.
“This is one hot fucking bitch.” Paul said. “Did you see that?” he said, presumably to James. “She’s spurting like a fountain.” And with that he picked his rhythm up further.
I could feel the two cocks rubbing together just millimetres apart and the sensation was driving me absolutely fucking wild. My pussy was ached and my newly violated arse was already sore, but the pleasure was far more intense than the pain and I just didn’t want the night to end. I felt filthy and depraved, but it was the greatest feeling in the world and I was enjoying every new sensation it brought with it.
But I could tell my first threesome was drawing to a close and made a mental note to ensure it was not my last. Both boys fucked my holes with renewed energy and all three of us panted and grunted in our own pleasure, our hot, sweaty bodies writhing ecstatically around on the damp sheets, the bed springs protesting at the increased strain.
“Shit, I’m gonna cum.” Moaned James underneath me.
“Cum on her.”
Paul rolled me off James’ cock and somehow stayed buried in my arse as I lay on my side on the bed. Holding me tightly by the shoulders, he shoved his cock into me again, again, again, the final time so deep, tears rose in my eyes and I screamed aloud, then he whipped out and was gone, leaving an emptiness that was both a devastating disappointment and extreme relief.
I rolled onto my back and watched as both men walked to the end of the bed, furiously stroking themselves to climax.
I opened my mouth to accept whichever one arrived first, but with a primeval grunt, James just pointed the eye of his cock at me and released a torrent of spunk into my face.
I gasped as his hot seed splashed across my forehead and cheeks and then he plunged his length between my lips and the final squirt landed on my tongue. Still hungry for more, I sucked his softening cock clean until I heard Paul grunt.
“Make way.” He said and James immediately stepped out of his path.
Paul squatted just inches from my face and for just the second time in my life, I felt a torrent of hot jizz hit my skin, coating my lips, chin and neck.
As James had done, as his orgasm subsided, he leant over me and pushed his length between my lips. As I drank the last drop of cum, I was dimly aware that I was sucking a cock that had just come out of my arse, but what the fuck, it was hardly the time to go all virginal.
“Quality” I heard one of them say as they surveyed their mess and I actually think they high-fived as I lay on the bed, my face, neck and hair plastered with their mixed seed and my eyes scrunched shut.
Revelling in the warm glow that enveloped my tired and aching limbs, I lay on the bed quivering, my arms stretched above my head and licked their cum of my lips.
Somebody threw a towel at me and it landed across my stomach. I grabbed it and used it to mop their semen from my face.
I looked up as the latch on the front door clicked and as my eyes focussed on the gloom, I realised that I was alone. They had simply fucked me, dressed and left me in their apartment.
Did they expect me to follow? Did they expect me to wait until they came back? It was tempting and I actually thought about it for a while, before jumping into the shower, dressing and heading back to the bar to see if Colleen had noticed I had gone.