As usual, scroll to the dashes if you want to skip the backstory and get to the sex.
I’m back with more stories from the archives. This is a long one, but it’s one of my favourite sex stories, and I want to do it justice. If you’re a regular reader of mine, you may know that I’m 30, but this story takes place about 4 years ago, when I was 26.
I was travelling for work and my long term boyfriend at the time, who I’ll call J (30M), had decided to accompany me. J was 6’3″ with a narrow frame and extremely minimal body fat, but he was also pretty fit and muscular with 6-pack abs. It was our last night of the trip, and we had decided to watch some local bands at a pub. J and I are both pretty outgoing people and are the kind to make friends wherever we go. We got chatting to a guy who I’ll call S (28M) while at the show. S was about 6’1″ with a body type best described as “works out a lot but also enjoys food,” which is something I find quite attractive. He had long, shiny black hair, was heavily tattooed and had a bright, engaging smile.
After the show, S’s friends were leaving and the pub was closing, but S, J and I were still chatting away, so the three of us decided to all get another drink together at a nearby bar. I can’t say who started it, but at some stage we all began flirting and touching each other’s legs under the table. I vividly remember holding both of their hands, J’s in my right and S’s in my left. As if things were not obvious enough at this point, S turned the conversation to sex. He told us couples were his thing, and facetiously referred to himself as a “full time unicorn”. After okaying it with J, I asked S if he would like to come back to our hotel room after our drinks. He accepted. We did all the boring, responsible stuff – discussed when each of our most recent STI checks were, contraception, boundaries etc. I know some of you probably think that makes it less sexy, but it wasn’t, it was safe, and I think it’s important to include this stuff in my true stories to normalize it. S was clearly in his element and seemed used to having these kind of chats. At one stage, he asked if there was anything specific either of us wanted to do. I internally thanked my past self for having prepped for anal earlier that night, and told him I had never been double penetrated in a threesome and would like to try, although I wasn’t sure if I would be able to do it.
I didn’t disclose this to S, but the main reason for my uncertainty around whether I would be able to do DP was that, to be blunt, J had a very big penis. I’m firm believer that it’s not what you’ve got, it’s what you do with it, but that’s just how his body happened to be. J and I did measure his penis once for a laugh, and he was around 20cm long erect (a bit under 8 inches for US readers). I know every second guy seemingly claims to be 8+ inches, but statistically, it’s relatively unusual. What was really intimidating though was his girth, which was about 18cm (around 7 inches). You can obviously manage length by just not thrusting in all the way, but there is no getting around girth, you just gotta take it. I’m not a petite woman – I’m around 5’10” and my hips are pretty proportional to that, but there’s still only so much physical space inside my pelvis, ya know? So I was unsure about the logistics of fitting another penis inside me. J and I had tried using toys while he fucked me to achieve DP in the past, with varying success, so I knew it might not work.
In the elevator up to my hotel room, I can’t remember which of them kissed me first, but once they did, it was on. We were all pretty tipsy by this point, and we were into the early hours of the morning. We made our way through the dark hotel room and climbed onto the bed, undressing each other along the way.
As S moved to take off my shirt, I said “be careful, I’ve got nipple piercings”. As he unhooked my bra and said “sure, no worries,” my piercing on my right caught on the lace of my bra and as he enthusiastically pulled my bra off, my piercing got ripped half way out. I screamed in pain. Let me tell you, it fucking HURT. When he realized what had happened, he apologised over and over as I ran to the bathroom to try to clean up and stop the bleeding.
After some first aid, I sat on the couch, still half undressed, and took some deep breaths to try to regain my composure. S and J came and sat with me. They both made it very clear that they understood completely if I didn’t want to keep going with sexy things, but I was absolutely not going to lose my nipple piercing for nothing, and I was still super horny. So back to the bedroom we went.
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Sex starts here-ish
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We started pretty slow compared to how feverish we had been before; I think the ripping of my nipple piercing killed the vibe a bit and we had to work back up to it. S sat back and watched me and J make out for a bit. J had lost his erection, but it pretty I quickly began to return as we kissed. I was rubbing his cock through his underwear, feeling it grow increasingly hard. When I could feel that he was close to fully erect, I pulled his shirt off over his head, and he lifted his hips to help me pull off his underwear. As J’s cock sprung free, S grinned and made some playful joke about how not all of J’s body was thin.
J sat back against the bed head while I got onto my hands and knees and began to give him head. J looked over at S and told him he could come closer if he wanted, patting the bed next to him as he did so. S took him up on this and sat next to him. He still had his pants on, but when I looked up at him, I could see the growing bulge of an erection straining against the fabric of his jeans. The guys inched slowly closer to each other, their thighs touching as they both caressed and groped my body. I saw them exchange a grin as they both reached for my tits and then remembered the ripped piercing. They both touched my non-injured breast at the same time, sharing it, which was weirdly hot.
Not to brag, but I’ve got pretty good control over my gag reflex. However, because of how girthy J was, up until that point, I had never managed to deep throat him, though not for lack of trying. It suddenly happened for the first time when I had hit that point on the way down where I didn’t think I could physically go any further, but S, who had been stroking my hair at this point, used his hand on the back of my head to gently but firmly push me the rest of the way down. It was hot as fuck. I told him afterwards that I had never managed to do that, and he was worried he had overstepped, but I reassured him I loved it.
I was unbearably turned on by this stage, my hips involuntarily grinding, trying desperately to find some friction on my clit. J’s and S’s caresses on my body had been getting gradually closer to my aching, dripping pussy. Finally, they both began to rub my clit through my underwear, which was met with increasingly urgent and eager moans from me. I pressed my hips forward into their hands. When S asked if he could go down on me, it felt like the question was as much directed at J as it was at me, he seemed very mindful of not wanting to cross any boundaries in our relationship, which was sweet. While I continued sucking J, S crawled down behind me, pulled my soaking panties to one side, and began to lick and suck my pussy. His technique was average to be honest, but he was very enthusiastic and that counts for a lot in my book. After spending some time on my pussy, he asked if he could eat my ass too. I moaned “oh god, please,” my response muffled by J’s thick cock still being partially in my mouth, but S got the message and he didn’t need telling twice. He began to absolutely devour my ass with a sense of primal need. I’d had a rim job before, but he wasn’t just rimming me, he was plunging his tongue deep inside and tongue-fucking my asshole, and it felt amazing. He pulled down my panties and began to gently push a lubed-up finger into my ass as he continued to lick around the rim, using his tongue to help ease his finger in. He then went back to eating my pussy, which in hindsight was probably a UTI risk since his tongue had just been inside my butt, but I was so horny in that moment that I just went with it.
Now, this is going to sound like embellishment on my part, but I swear on my life it’s true. Since I was in a long term relationship with J, I knew what I was signing up for in terms of trying first time double penetration with him. But when I took S’s pants off, I was NOT expecting him to be just as long as J was, though not quite as girthy. It was a shock just purely based on statistics. I saw my life flash before my eyes, but I’m a very determined person when I set my mind to something, and my mind was set on at least attempting DP.
S let out a deep moan as took hold of his throbbing erection and began to stroke it. While I began sucking him, we got into a 69 position with me on top, my ass facing away from the bed head. He took hold of my hips and pulled them down towards him, burying his face in my pussy. J had lubed up his cock and knelt behind me. I reached back, lined him up with my ass and slowly pushed my hips back towards him. I had J well trained to hold off thrusting until I told him to, because anal with him could very easily be painful if it progressed even a little too fast. I moaned as I felt the delicious pop of the head of his cock finally entering me. S was alternating between sucking my clit and tongue fucking my pussy, which definitely helped me relax and sped up the process of my ass opening up to J. I allowed myself time to adjust to J’s girth, then began to rock my hips, slowly fucking him, easing him in a little deeper with each thrust. So long as it’s done right, I really love anal and get a lot of pleasure from it. It makes my clit super swollen and sensitive, so although I have never cum from anal alone, I cum very easily from clitoral stimulation while having my ass fucked. Up until this point, that clitoral stimulation had always been my hand or a vibrator, and the feeling of S’s mouth on me was next level. I began giving S head while he coninued to eat my pussy and J fucked me. To be honest, it probably wasn’t my best performance since I was so distracted by the waves of pleasure rippling through my entire body, but it was definitely enthusiastic and he seemed to be enjoying it. I swallowed his cock to the hilt as I came hard in his mouth. Moments after I came, while S licked my pussy clean, I felt J plunge himself deep inside me with a groan, and I enjoyed the familiar spasms of his cock as he pumped my ass full of cum.
Once he caught his breath, J excused himself to go and wash up. S expressed to me how impressed he was by how well I took J’s big cock in my ass. I told him I wanted to give him a proper blow job. I moved so I was lying on my back with S stradding my face. I slurped down his cock and caressed and sucked his balls. I don’t know why, but I am super turned on by balls in my face. J returned from the bathroom and immediately crawled between my legs. He ate me out until I came, then began fucking me hard. I felt S approaching orgasm, and he asked me if he could cum on my face. I took him out of my mouth and told him sure. I stroked his cock firmly with both hands until he shot ropes of cum all over me.
It was my turn to clean up. I ducked out to the bathroom to go wash my face. My make up was definitely ruined and running everywhere, I cleaned it all off. I thought I might come back to find them having sex, but they were just sitting close and talking, cocks still erect and thighs touching. I think J was still coming to terms with his bisexuality, and I wasn’t going to rush him. I definitely liked being the centre of attention anyway.
My pussy was aching to be stretched out by this point. I climbed into J’s lap and guided him inside me raw. The way he was sitting up meant my swollen clit got some friction as I rode him. S kneeled behind me, groped my ass cheeks and started to eat my ass again. It felt good, but I wanted more clit stimulation. I knelt up and swivelled myself around into a reverse cowgirl type position, so that I was squatting in J’s lap with my back to him. I slowly sat back down onto J’s cock, this time sinking it deep into my ass. I grabbed a handful of S’s hair and shoved his face into my pussy. He responded in kind. I used my grip on his hair to guide his mouth to where I wanted it and basically fucked his face while I continued to fill my ass with J’s cock. It wasn’t long before I was having my third orgasm of the night (or probably early morning at this stage).
When my orgasm subsided, J came up to my eye level, and we made out for a bit while I kept riding J. His erection was pressing into me as we kissed. He asked if he could try double penetrating me, and I told him I really wanted to try. He put a condom on, lubed up, and, to all of our surprise, slowly sank into my soaking wet pussy with relative ease. We were all moaning. I felt absolutely full to the brim in the best way possible. Once I adjusted to the sensation, they both gradually sped up their strokes. J told me later that he could feel S’s cock fucking my ass through my vaginal wall. After a good while of this (and a quick clean up), they swapped so that J was fucking my pussy and S was fucking my ass.
I didn’t orgasm during the DP unfortunately, although I am sure that was at least in part because I was exhausted. We had literally fucked until the sun came up, I could see early morning light peaking through the hotel blinds. Determined to make me cum, S offered to go down on me again. We got back into a 69 position, and J fucked my pussy with long, deep strokes while S sucked my clit. At one stage, J pulled out too far, slipped out of my pussy, and accidentally thrusted right into S’s mouth. We all stopped for a moment and laughed a bit. J was apologetic to S, but S emphasised that it was fine and joked that he had thought about sucking on it a little when it happened. After that, S intentionally swapped between my pussy and J’s mouth a couple of times. It was super hot.
Eventually we all collapsed in a sweaty, naked heap and fell asleep. S snored pretty loud, lol. We went out to breakfast together the next morning before J and I had to get our flight home. I’m still social media friends with S, and I’d probably down to meet up with him if I’m ever in town again.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nzokqq/mmf_the_one_where_i_26f_got_my_nipple_piercing