The day I [f]ucked [m]y three friends ([fmmm])

It all started kind of by accident. I know you can’t “accidentally” have sex, but what you can do is be utterly oblivious until it’s too late and you have to choose to stay or go. Where you can’t laugh it off and keep watching TV. And afterwards it took me a long time to understand how I felt about the whole event.

It was late afternoon. I was wearing a Hollister sweatshirt I got years ago, my favorite one. Nothing underneath, no bra. That’s something I’ve been less afraid to do lately, and my breasts appreciate the freedom. Obviously at their size, gravity makes this a poor decision in most clothing. But I’d figured out how to go braless. You can find anything on YouTube. On the bottom, high waisted skinny jeans and cookie monster panties.

So I’m going to make up names, even though their names are common enough that I probably don’t have to. First, always first, is Peter. He was my best friend for two and a half years. I loved him, he broke my heart. He’s the reason I’m even here in his house deciding to stay or go. Nice cock, don’t know the length. Big. His cum I didn’t mind swallowing. It tasted fine to me. Usually I hate the taste. Before we stopped talking the first time, I’d sucked his dick often and everywhere. Including a public bathroom.

Then there’s Jackson. I sucked his dick a few times at Peter’s request, and once both of them at the same time. Nice size, not a fan of the taste of his sweat. He made pretty noises though.

And Kevin. First time, this time I’m telling you about. Also last time. Decent enough cock, but I really didn’t like the taste.

So I was sitting in Peter’s bed, as I usually did, covered in his blanket and considering falling asleep. Peter and Jackson were used to me doing this, since it was known I like to be surrounded in Peter’s scent. It’s why I have so many of his clothes. Kevin was obviously the instigator they had chosen, the others being shy about being direct. He kept trying to get me to sit by him, to be the only one in the room with him so he could ask, etc. Eventually I humoured him and listened. Then I continued my usual activity of basically smelling Peter’s blanket and pretending like that’s not what I’m doing.

They left me alone with Jackson while they went to smoke but he’s such an insufferable prude that it’s hard to be around him. He’s terrified of sex, constantly obsesses over STDs, and is just a general bore. (Not that being careful is bad, but he rarely talked about anything else) So I made my decision and went out to find Kevin. I complained about being abandoned with Jackson, he laughed. “I’m anything but a prude, baby, why don’t you hang with me?” And I agreed. They wanted to finish smoking so I went back in and played with the dog in the most sexual position I could manage.

So Kevin comes in, rubs my face against his crotch for a second and then leads me back into the bedroom. After that, I am aware of the others but my eyes never leave Peter. He owns me, still, even though when we said that a year before it was mostly a game. I would do anything for him, to be near him. I sink to my knees and am surrounded by eager, bouncing cocks. I go for Peter’s first, of course. Familiarity, grounding. Also I want to impress him with my newfound deepthroating skill, because I couldn’t do it the last time we were together. I reach for the others with my hands but it’s really hard for me to focus on doing two tasks at once like that.

When my mouth is on a cock, it takes over my world. There is nothing else. There never was, and there shouldn’t be. So I switch to Kevin, because at this point Jackson says he doesn’t want a blowjob because he doesn’t want his dick getting wet. Whatever, he’s weird, he said the same thing about my vagina. Not as big as the others, Kevin’s cock, but certainly not small. Lucky, lucky girl I was. He was impressed I could take him into my throat, jealous of Peter for missing out on my mouth for so long. So my knees hurt. I take off my sweatshirt, tits bare and on display. I have no clue what Jackson’s doing, probably jacking off. I go for a bit longer and then climb up on the bed after shucking the rest of my clothes. I move back to Peter. Kevin comes behind me, rubs his hand across my clot, asking for permission. I know he doesn’t have a condom, and in that reckless moment I don’t care.

They convince Jackson he wants a blowjob and Kevin pounds into my from behind as I suck him. He cums, it gets on my hand. I reach for Peter, some glistens against his cock, and then wipe my hands on his bed as he enters my mouth. Kevin fucks away, which makes it hard to concentrate and suck correctly. Moaning around a cock is actually pretty difficult to do. Kevin pulls out and pushes my ass down. I whine, needing more. He cums across my back and I understand why he stopped. So I focus on Peter again. The others have left the room to shower now and it’s only us. He watches me. I put on my best performance yet and when he cums, I swallow it.

I don’t really know how to end this but basically after that Jackson and Kevin gave me a ride homes the end.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6suss6/the_day_i_fucked_my_three_friends_fmmm