In the mid 90’s, after college and before I really got started in my career… I was invited to go to an Indigo Girls/Lilith Fair outdoor concert up in Seattle. I lived in Santa Cruz at the time, and the idea of a road trip up there was so, so attractive to me.
… as was a friend and companion of mine, whom we will call ‘K’ for privacy. She was just shy of 5′ tall, light skin, curvy in all the right ways, a bit of padding where it counts, with intensely bright wide open eyes, dimples, and a mop of curly hair down to her shoulders. She also lived in the Bay Area, so we hung out on IRC a lot and had met a few times in person at various social events.
We agreed to share the cost of the road trip up, and to meet up with another couple we knew up in Oregon to go to the concert together.. ‘C’ and her boyfriend ‘S’. The trip is about 11 hours or so of non-stop driving in my Eagle Talon sports car, so K and I had plenty of time to spend with each other along the way.
I picked up K early in the morning, made sure the car was stuffed full of drinks and snacks, and off we went… eating up the miles on the road, talking and flirting with each other constantly. As we got closer to Portland the flirting turned to a game of “truth or dare” as we kept each other awake after hours of driving. Most of the dares were pretty tame, like flashing someone in another car … or sharing an erotic desire… until the sun started to set on the horizon and we were in the final stretch of the drive.
“K, I dare you to take off your panties and finger yourself!” I said to her triumphantly, after K had chosen the ‘dare’ option. She looked at me, and without hesitating she shimmied and pulled her panties down, letting them drop to the floor and spread her legs apart.
“Fine!” she said, “but you didn’t say anything about being visible!” … K reclined her seat back, then reached behind her to the ridiculously small rear seats the car had and pulled a big purple fuzzy blanket she had brought along and pulled it over herself. It did very little to hide the wet sounds she made as she used her fingers to spread her pussy and rub her clit in circles, or the expression of ecstasy on her face. After a few minutes, she stopped paying attention at all, the blanket falling off her, her dress pulled up over her breasts, bucking against her own hands and moaning until she came with a long, shuddering moan.
The car smelled of her sex, a pleasant.. musky smell… and after a couple more minutes K opened her eyes, showed me her wet fingers… and sucked on them slowly. “Okay… YOUR turn.” she said. “Truth, or dare?”
… I thought about it a second. “Dare!” I replied.
“I was hoping you’d say that!” she breathed, with a bit of excitement in her voice. She closed her eyes a moment, as if thinking, or getting up some courage. “I … dare you to stop by the side of the road, stand next to the car with the lights off and jerk off till you cum on me.”
The interstate wasn’t very busy… and I had really never done anything like it before… but that’s exactly what we did. I pulled over the car, parked it, and she bent down in front of me giving me “inspiration” to jack off by pulling her dress up and spreading her legs while bending over… and so I jacked off while car after car passed us around the bend in the road. I’m sure a few observant people caught a glimpse or two of my half-bare ass and pants slightly pulled down … probably thinking I was taking a piss.
“I’m gonna cum, K.” I said, breathlessly.
“Cum on my ass!” she replied, and I obliged, spurting onto her ass and back and groaning hard.
“That was fun,” she said “… but we need to keep going or we’ll be late.” K cleaned herself up with her panties, threw them aside and we just left them there by the side of the road. A forgotten memento.
We got back into the car and finished the drive to Portland, arriving at C&S’s house. We all knew each other and to be frank we were ALL attracted to each other. C was short, thinly athletic, beautiful B-cup breasts, wide hips, short cut hair, with had an outspoken interest in motorcycles and horses. Her boyfriend S was tall, built a little like a thin version of the Norse God Thor and I instantly thought of him as ‘handsomely attractive.”
After all the activity of the drive, K was utterly drained. She was given the guest bedroom to go rest until the next day when we were going to go to the concert. C, S, and I stayed up a while… talking… and flirting. Both S and I loved and lusted C — and we knew this was going to end up with all three of us together for the night.
C had a submissive streak a mile wide… and both S and I knew it, and took full advantage of it. After spending some time kissing, petting, and undressing C … S held her down while I nibbled, licked, and bit C’s body from neck down to her pussy. S let her go, and turned her around… so that she was on all fours sucking his dick passionately, while I fingered her pussy. S was very, VERY into biting. After he came he turned C around to face me, while he bit down hard between her neck and her shoulder. He let her go, and she wrapped her lips around my cock… sucking on me while he worked on her… spanking her ass, slapping her, and biting down on her… and then with her bent over, he plunged into her pussy and C pushed back into him, with a moan of pure pleasure. She bumped back into him which thrust her lips and throat into my cock. We kept that pace up for a while, back and forth, until S closed his eyes and shuddered as he let loose and gushed into C’s pussy.
C kept edging me on, sucking on me a little longer, but not quite getting me off as S sat up on his knees beside me as I lay on the bed… then C straddled over me, with my dick hard as a tree trunk from watching them fuck. “Not my pussy,” she shook her head.. “My ass,” and then lowered her ass onto my dick, riding me. It was so, so, so tight as she lowered and squeezed my thick cock up into her ass.
In contrast to the hard sado treatment that S had given to C … he caressed my face with his hands gently, as he watched C ride me with my dick stuffed up her ass. S was kneeling next to me, and … his dick was close, and I wrapped my fingers around it. S nodded in consent… and I stroked him, gently. It was the first time I had felt another man’s dick, so different than mine. Thinner, a bit longer, uncut and also still slick with C’s pussy juices. I stroked him, as C fucked me… and then C came, her ass pulsing hard around me… and I couldn’t help myself any more.. the feel of S’s cock in my hand and C’s ass made me explode into her with pent up need. S came last… a second time… his jizz falling onto the sheets of the bed.
All three of us lay there, panting. “I guess this means I’m officially bi, eh?” I said to both of them…
“Yep.” said C and S, simultaneously. We laughed about that, and then … drifted off to sleep until morning. We would drive up to the concert the next morning, and more adventures were yet to come for all four of us, in the days ahead.
In all the many years since, I have only really ever been attracted to a couple other men in a way that makes my heart race, but I always, always remember this trip with fondness.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/10s4g1t/mfmfm_concert_road_trip_leads_to_bisexual
So, as I write more about my experiences, I’d like to get some input from y’all. I’m not a writer by any means, but I’m trying my best to write in a way that’s engaging and erotic.
Some feedback that was given to me from my last two submissions was that the pacing/buildup was slow, and the stories a bit long… so for this one I left out some of the extra details, focused on a faster build-up to what I thought was ‘gonewild’ for me, and kept it a lot shorter. I also combined what could have been a two-parter into one cohesive narrative.
So, if you upvoted — I’d definitely love feedback about what worked. If you downvoted, I’m curious and open to suggestions as to what didn’t work for you. I can’t/won’t change the true facts of the stories I write… but I am curious what worked, and what was worthy of an up/down vote.
-M
Hot story! I thought the pacing was good, but imo more details never hurt. I think it would also help if you used names instead of initials.