My First Threesome - Prague, 1991 (MFF) | 2016

I received many mixed notes about my last story, but I'll take it as a good sign that I elicited intense reactions, be they positive or negative. With this tale, I am trying to be more broadly appealing, although I certainly hope to get some feedback. I would like to emphasize that I am definitely interested in your comments, no matter how harsh (although I'd obviously prefer constructive criticism to destructive criticism; the praise can be as destructive as you want it to be.)

When I was nineteen, I did a summer study abroad in Prague. I was on a mission to graduate early, and Prague was a super cheap and culturally appetizing way to hasten my degree. The Berlin wall had just fallen a couple years earlier, and things were very much still in flux. It could be a dangerous place, but also extremely exciting. American money got you everything and anyone; the hottest women in the world would see you flash a single dollar bill and every other guy in the club might as well be covered in shit. Still, that meant that there were a lot of people, women included, eager to knock you over the head and rob you, so I couldn't be as free-wheeling as I might've otherwise.

My university had a kind of on-campus club/bar, and it was a relatively safe place for foreign students to get hammered without worrying about waking up in a bathtub of ice with no kidneys, because only people with student or staff IDs could get in. The regular bartender at this club was an older student, by which I mean 24, Natalie.

Natalie straddled a divide among the Czech women I met. All the girls younger than her just wanted to get fucked up and have fun, while all the girls older than her were too jaded by years of Communism to get optimistic about any change. Natalie was a perfect mix: young enough to want to enjoy the good times, but with a dark energy hiding behind her bright blue eyes. She had an impeccable body, if you like athletic women as I do, perfectly tight yet with that hint of softness in the skin, natural D-cup breasts without a millimeter of sag to them, pale skin, black wavy hair down to her shoulder blades, and those piercing blue eyes. She clearly loved her body at least as much as anyone else, and she relished showing it off. Every day she wore the exact same pair of jet-black jeans, so tight that you could practically feel the taut muscles of her ass in your hands just by watching her move. As she would lean over the bar to give you your drink, you'd get a glittering eyeful of her copious cleavage, prompting many a man and woman to leave her unbelievable tips.

I went to this club every night while I was in Prague. My goal to graduate early was always subservient to my overriding desire to fuck as much as possible, and I knew then what I know now, which is that I wouldn't get laid if I didn't put myself out there. Now, many of the women at the campus club were still dazzled by the sight of an American, but I wasn't the only foreign student. I was also young, and still making the rookie mistake of preemptively limiting my options and only hitting on the women I thought I could get, instead of expanding my horizons. Natalie, for instance, was out of the question. It wasn't that she was unavailable--quite the contrary; she always went home with someone new at the end of the night, and it wasn't necessarily the richest guy, or the most attractive. Sometimes it was just the guy whose taste in music she liked, sometimes it was a woman who had "never done this kind of thing before," sometimes it was just a mystery.

But I never tried anything, even as we got to know each other since I was there every single night, and we saw each other regularly at the shithole campus gym. I would chat with her, but I kept it strictly platonic; she was just too unpredictable, and I was never in the mood to be unsure if I was going home with someone on any given night.

After about a month and a half of this, I walked in to the club a little early one night--the place was about half full. I walked up to the bar and Natalie was making my usual before I had a chance to order. As she gave me my drink, she leaned over the bar, giving me an eyeful, and asked me who I was going after tonight. Before I could answer, she put her hand on my shoulder to silence me and said, "Let me guess."

She scanned the room, and settled on a blonde in the corner. I smiled. "How'd you know?"

"I've learned how you operate," she smirked. "She's young, probably eighteen, which is always a plus for you. She's here with a friend who is clearly not interested in her," she nodded toward's the blonde girl's brunette friend who was grinding against some eurotrash douche. "Yet she doesn't leave, clearly hoping that something will happen to her tonight, but she's nervous, which is why she's really downing her drink quickly. Seems like a perfect target. Except for one thing."

I turned towards Natalie, intrigued. "What's the one thing?"

"You could do better." She turned and started serving the other customers who were waiting impatiently.

I don't think any woman had made my head spin quite like that before. I knew what she was saying, but I had trouble believing it. Still, maybe I was the lucky guy tonight? I stared at Natalie as she flirted with the other guys, earning large tips as they gawked at her body. I still felt like the main problem with Natalie remained: she wasn't a sure thing, and I wanted a sure thing. I made eyes with the blonde, smiled, and crossed the room to her.

Her name was Carol, she was English, and this was her first time at a club. Within an hour or so, the club was packed and Carol was sliding her lithe little body against mine. I groped her shamelessly, eager to get going, but she wanted more drinks. Another hour went by and she was getting sloppy. I'm not one to moralize, of course, but extremely drunk girls just aren't that good in bed, so now my mission was to get her just sober enough that we could have some fun. Another hour later, she was sober enough, and the club was shutting down anyway. Her friend had already gone, and she was more than happy to get a "walk home" from me, but she needed to use the bathroom first (read: do coke.)

As I waited on the rapidly emptying dance floor, Natalie came up to me and slung her arm around my waist. "Where's your girl? Or did you fuck it up?"

"I couldn't fuck that up," I boasted cockily, "she's a sure thing."

"How can you be that fucking bold, when you don't even have the guts to hit on half the girls that come in here?"

Something in the tone of her voice had shifted from the usual friendly banter. She seemed determined, not angry. I recognized it... I recognized myself in that determination. Natalie was, and remains, the only person I've ever met as singularly devoted to sex as I am, and she'd clearly picked me.

I'm not sure how it happened, but all of a sudden we were making out sloppily on the dance floor. Carol came out of the bathroom, and probably saw my hand groping Natalie's tight ass. Before she could say anything, though, Natalie just sauntered confidently up to Carol and kissed her. Before she knew what was happening, Carol had Natalie's tongue deep in her mouth and her hand sliding to cup her perky young tits.

We all tumbled back to Natalie's apartment, which was larger than I expected. I'd never had a threesome before, but there was no room for me to fumble or fuck up, because Natalie took charge, commanding us confidently with a word, or a look, or a touch.

She stripped Carol first as they made out, standing in the living room, then ordered her to remove my clothes and watched her suck my cock. Carol was much less inexperienced than I had thought, knowing how to compensate for a lack of deepthroating ability by lubing my shaft with lots of licks and expertly working the base as her tongue swirled and sucked on my knob. As she she blew me, Natalie watched and stripped, touching herself, and moaning and encouraging both of us. Being a young man, I felt myself reach the brink quickly, and Natalie pulled Carol away, and threw me to the floor.

I could feel my dick throbbing, so close to cumming, as Natalie climbed over me and lowered her sweet, shaved cunt to my mouth. She gave me some instruction, but mostly she just used her hips to ride my tongue to the places that gave her the most pleasure. She seesawed back and forth over my face, rubbing her tight asshole against my mouth--my first taste of rimming. She turned around and bent over, 69ing me as she neared orgasm. She came with my cock down her throat and I exploded.

As she climbed off of me, I saw Carol on the couch, rubbing her clit so quickly and panting, her entire body blushing. Natalie slinked her body up Carol's and kissed her, my cum spilling between their mouths and onto Carol's chest. Natalie's hand reached for Carol's pussy and pumped into her as she kissed down her body, licking up my cum as she went. As soon as Natalie's mouth found Carol's clit, Carol's legs clamped and she screamed as loud as I've ever heard anyone.

I was rock hard again and Natalie instructed me to climb behind her as she continued to gently eat Carol's cunt. I slid into Natalie's tight warm depths and fucked her into Carol's pussy. As I picked up the pace, I could hear Natalie slurping more vigorously, and Carol gasped, "fuck, fuck, I'm going to cum again."

Natalie came first, her cunt clamping onto my cock like a vice as she screamed in between Carol's thighs, and then Carol and I came at the same time, my cum spilling into Natalie's pussy as Carol bucked up off the couch.

We took a rest, but fucked many more times that night. Carol disappeared the next day, possibly embarrassed by her exploits. Natalie and I fucked many more times that summer, as she taught me a great deal, for which I'm forever grateful