My continued threesome adventures [MFM].. in which I discover a new fetish | 2016

Other stories in this series can be found here and here, but you can enjoy this one without reading the other two if you so choose.

Quick TL;DR for new readers, I met a guy on Tinder who insisted on bringing a buddy with him to fuck me, and his friend has opened me up to a whole new world of sexual pleasure, or, the story of how I got to fuck all the British footballers I wanted. All names have been changed for the sake of anonymity (though I'm sure any of the men in this story would certainly recognize themselves!). I'm posting this about 3 or 4 days later so I hope I can remember all of the details.

After James and Colin left that week, James and I kept up a casual texting conversation. We discovered that while their weekly placements for work had taken them down to my college town, their weekend "headquarters" was actually only 20 minutes away from my parents house. Unfortunately he shares a hotel room with 3 other guys at a time, so we didn't know when we would be able to fuck again. He told me I might have to let some of his roommates fuck me, or at least let them watch. I told him I'd think about it. He asked me if he wanted him to tell Colin he was on his way, and I said absolutely not! This would be our secret :)

Eventually about 3 weeks after our original encounter, I found out I would be in town on the weekend and we knew we had to get at each other again. We sexted all week leading up to it, and he demanded the pictures he wanted me to take for him. He especially loved seeing me fingering my ass. I loved pleasing him, so I did whatever he said. My favorite part about having sex with James is that he's a little small town guy, so he has a lot of British slang words for sex acts I've never heard of before. Whenever he uses one, I tell him I can't understand him but that I'll do whatever he says!

The day of our sexcapade, I text him a sexy photo to let him know he better start getting excited as I am about to drive up. I get in the car at around 3pm and am horny the whole drive thinking about what's waiting for me. At around 5:30, he starts calling me pretty incessantly, wondering where I am.

"Where are you?" he asks.

"I'm on the way. I thought you didn't want to meet up until later," I tell him, confused.

"Listen, can you get here by 7? I've got another lad here that wants to fuck you with me but he's going out at 7:30."

I wasn't too keen on the idea of having another threesome. While I'd had fun the first time, it was really hard for me to concentrate on pleasing two cocks at one time. I had been looking forward to the opportunity of fucking James alone, and fucking him for real.

"Well, I don't think so, I'm stuck in traffic. I would have left earlier. I thought it would be just you and me this time, though. Is that what you want?" I asked him, hoping he would give in.

"I don't care either way. Afterwards, I'll fuck you on me own."

"Well I don't think I'll be there until 8pm."

"Alright then," he clipped, and hung up. I figured that was the end of that since his friend would already be gone, so I just kept driving. I could say that I didn't touch myself at all on the way there, but that would be a lie... The rest of the ride there, James called me a few more times to hurry me along and find out where I was. I couldn't understand why he was in such a hurry, as he knew I was coming.

I stopped at my mom's house to get ready. I took a shower and meticulously shaved myself and scrubbed myself down to be prepared. I knew I was getting fucked in the ass again. As quick as I could, I finished getting ready and got back in the car again and drove to the place James told me to go.

I walked up to the hotel door, adjusted my breasts, took a deep breath, and knocked. It seemed to take him two years to answer the door, I was so excited. Finally, it did open, and I saw him. His face was flushed, his gorgeous blond hair falling into his eyes. He barely said hello, just welcomed me in and told me to put my bag down.

When I walked into the hotel room, I heard the shower going. There was someone else here. Before I could fully process this information, the water turned off and a man, soaking wet and in nothing but a towel, sauntered into the room. He was a little on the shorter side but he had a huge cock and his body was gorgeous.

"Hi there, I'm Ian," he told me, smiling and sticking out his hand for me to shake while his towel hung off of his hard cock. I could barely squeak out a "hello" as I took his hand. James was walking around the hotel room doing something, but I was too preoccupied to notice what.

"Where are you from then, notreallymee?" he asked, not unkindly.

"I'm from here, actually. And you?" I managed to say.

"Brighton," he told me with a grin.

"Right then, get your clothes off," I heard James tell me in a matter-of-fact voice. My hands shook a bit as I unzipped my skirt and dropped my panties to the floor, but I did as I was told.

"You should suck my cock," Ian told me, all traces of his smiles gone, as he grabbed me by the hair and forced me to kneel in front of him. Without any finesse he shoved his cock in my mouth and forced me to start sucking, his hand still on the back of my head. I sucked as best as I could, still bewildered that he was even there. I did what I could to please him as he fucked my face, which is exactly how I would describe what he was doing to me. I had never been taken so roughly. I felt hands working to unhook my bra and pull my shirt over my head , which could have been James or Ian or both, I couldn't tell. All I know is that Ian never let go of my head and continued to force me to gag on his cock. My tits fell free and Ian grabbed at them hungrily.

"Stand up," he told me unexpectedly, and pulled me to my feet, before pushing me towards the bed and bending me over. In front of me, James scooted down so that his legs were around me and his hard cock was in my face. I have no idea how he got his clothes off.

"Suck that," Ian commanded, and James held his cock for me so that I could suck it. Behind me, Ian slapped my ass, harder than I've ever been spanked. I felt him pull my ass cheeks apart and spit on my asshole twice, three times as he rolled a condom over his huge cock. Then without warning he plunged into my pussy roughly, no foreplay whatsoever.

It was all I could do to keep sucking James' cock while Ian took me like a dog takes a bitch. It hurt and felt good at the same time and I cried out loud from pain and pleasure, my moans muffled against James' dick.

"Yes, yes, yes," gasped Ian with each thrust, and he slapped my ass some more. I clutched at James' hips and tried to pull him closer to me as I was being inadvertently pulled down the bed. All I could concentrate on was keeping my mouth wet and rocking back to meet Ian as he fucked me.

Without warning Ian slid his cock out of my pussy, spit on my asshole again, slapped his dick against my ass, and then began fucking my ass just as roughly. I knew I couldn't have stopped him even if I had wanted to, but I had never been fucked so violently before. Before James, I'd only ever been fucked in the ass once by my meek, worrywart ex boyfriend. My ass was not prepared for the treatment it was getting. I couldn't help it, I stopped sucking James' cock and cried out against his thighs while my knuckes turned white grabbing his hips.

"Don't you dare stop sucking his cock," Ian barked at me, giving my ass another smack. I felt like I was in school again, being reprimanded for being naughty. I was so eager to please him, so I grabbed James' cock again and started sucking, desperate to make them happy again. I wanted to be a good girl. My ass hurt much more than I felt pleasure, but I felt good knowing that I was giving both of them pleasure.

"You like that, two cocks, don't you?" Ian asked as he continued to pound my ass, and I moaned my assent into James' cock.

"Yeah you do, you fucking slut," he breathed. "You want us to fuck you at the same time?" he asked me.

"Mmmm mm," I moaned, shaking my head no, my mouth still full of cock. With how roughly I was being assfucked, I didn't think I could take my first DP. I wanted to try it, slowly, painstakingly, but I knew that my first time couldn't be with this sex maniac who was trying to get off as quick as possible.

"Well that's what you're getting," he told me, and finally relented fucking my ass. "Suck my cock again," he commanded me, ripping off his condom and taking James' place on the bed. James moved around to take his place behind me. I heard him rolling a condom while I sucked Ian's cock, using my hands and covering him in spit. I felt James pushing against my asshole and put my hand up to stop him, as I sort of needed a break. To his credit, he completely stopped what he was doing and let me guide him, contrary to the jackass in front of me who was forcing me to gag on his cock. I managed to turn away for a second. "Keep fucking my pussy," I gasped, before my face got yanked back to Ian's cock. "Of course I will," James said, more to himself than to me as he pushed into my pussy and started fucking me.

"Get up on the bed," Ian demanded of us both. James scooted so that his back was against the headboard and started rolling a condom on. I followed obediently, crawling up to straddle him. I mounted him, and he took me in his arms and started fucking me. I was so overwhelmed and happy to finally, FINALLY be fucking this beautiful man without worry that I almost forgot what was coming next until I felt Ian climb into the bed behind us and try to enter my ass again.

"No, no!" I said, for the first time since entering that hotel room. I rolled off of James and scrambled to my feet. "No, I'm sorry, no, I can't do that," I said, breathing heavily. Ian looked at me with a strange look in his eyes and for half a second I thought he was going to insist. But he did back down.

"Get back on him, then," he instructed, and I did as I was told, a little shakily. We started fucking again. Ian stood up next to us in the bed and shoved his cock down my throat, the condom still on. All I could taste was rubber as he gagged me with his cock.

"I swear, if you get any cum on me," James joked, and they both laughed. I did too, a little nervously, but I felt like it was a joke they were sharing at my expense.

"Switch with me, then," he told James, and they swapped spots. I climbed onto Ian, a little hesitantly.

"Come on, put your feet up here," he instructed, and I got up so that I was squatting over him before I slipped him into my pussy. I gasped a little bit, and he held my ass as I bounced on his cock. I pressed my hands against his chest to support myself and felt myself getting wetter and wetter. I'd never had sex in this position before, but it was amazing.

"Fuck!" he shouted as he came in me. I laughed a little bit, exhilarated that I had finally made him come and I kept riding him.

"Get off me," he said spitefully, and pushed me off. I was very taken aback. Those words stung and rattled around my brain a little bit as I watched him get up and stalk off. I felt very bizarre, unsure how to identify my feelings while James got back into the bed and gently guided his cock back into my mouth. They were such different lovers.

"I'm not sure if I liked that," I told James between sucks.

"What, was he too rough for you?" he laughed, pulling my hair away from my face.

Yes, I thought as I kept sucking his cock, relishing the ability to suck at my own speed and depth. But a part of me liked being treated like such a slut, like a little fucktoy to be used how they saw fit. I heard Ian in the shower again, rinsing me off of him. Ass. I settled in on James' cock, slowly and sensually now, taking my time. After a while, we heard the water turn off as Ian got out of the shower, dressed, and left to wherever it was he was such a hurry to get to.

"I want to be all yours now," I told James, licking him from balls to tip.

"Let's get you cleaned up a bit, then," he told me, and led me off to the shower.

Thanks again for reading, and I hoped you enjoyed! I'll be posting a second part to this story as soon as I'm able.