My first time being shared [MMF]

I wanted to share one of my favourite memories, it happened years ago now but it’s something I think about more often than I’d care to admit; especially now that I’m trapped inside and have endless time to relive everything. It was a summer night and the air outside was thick and hot but it was comfortable enough in the apartment with all the fans on. I was sitting in bed, reading, when my boyfriend and his best friend came stumbling into the apartment. They were loud, way too loud, which meant, I realized with a grin, that they were also definitely wasted. If I had been asleep they would have woken me, but at the sound of their laughter all thoughts of sleep left my head and I carefully folded the corner to mark the page before closing my book and swinging my legs over the side of the bed, bracing my feet for contact with the floor. I was wearing a pair of ratty plaid pajama shorts that I always slept in and a baggy black t-shirt, and for a minute I considered changing before leaving the bedroom, knowing that my asscheeks were doing a little more than peeking out of my shorts… but after three years of knowing him, it wasn’t anything Tyler hadn’t seen before, and I doubted either man would complain. Ian had left to meet Tyler maybe five, six hours ago to go watch… hockey? Wrestling? I couldn’t remember and felt truly indifferent, but I hadn’t seen Tyler since he’d moved out of the city a couple months ago, and I knew in their current state the boys would be fun company. Despite choosing to stay in initially, I now felt quite up for some entertainment after a quiet evening alone in the apartment.

The sound of ice cubes clinking into a glass greeted me as I walked into the kitchen.
“Me too, please!” The boys jumped at my voice and spun around. A sloppy smile flashed across Ians face as he looked me up and down.
“Baby! You’re up?” Ian was drunk alright, and working on getting drunker. He held a bottle of gin in one hand and a shot glass in the other, his button down shirt open at the top to let his silver chain flash out. His blue eyes were slightly glazed from the alcohol and his light brown hair was in its usual state of unkempt. Both his and Tyler were pink cheeked from their night.
“Looks like it” I walked up and gave him a kiss on the cheek, scrunching my nose at the smell of beer. Ian started to wrap an arm around me but I was quickly ripped away by a firm hand on my arm.
“Teddy, you goddamn beauty I missed you!” Tyler yelled as he pulled me over away from Ian and into a giant hug, before lifting me up easily and spinning me around.
“Put me down you raging drunk!” I squealed, but I loved the way his thick arms and big hands felt as he scooped me up. At 6’4” he was a couple of inches and maybe 30lbs bigger than Ian, and since I had seen him last his red hair had grown long and unruly, with an unruly beard to match. The result was a sort of viking vibe that, honestly, was working for him. He obliged and returned me to the ground, and as he began to catch me up on the details of his life since we’d been together last, I pushed away the question that had fleeted into my head while he’d had his hands on me…did it always feel like that? At some point Ian put a drink in my hand and I busied myself with catching up to them, enjoying the feeling of the cool glass against my hands, which had begun to lightly sweat.

Still chatting, we migrated to the living room and I took a seat at my usual spot on the couch. Ian flopped down beside me and snaked a long lean arm around my waist to rest his hand against the top of my thigh. Tyler took his seat in a recliner and fairly quickly I felt myself zone out; as the boys chattered, flipping through the TV channels, I focused on the warmth that the alcohol was spreading from my belly to my toes and the slow circles Ian’s finger was tracing on my thigh. Tyler settled a horror movie that looked to be about halfway through and turned his attention to the screen. I had seen it before actually, but I wasn’t paying attention now, distracted by Ian’s fingers which had begun to travel across my thigh. They crept up over my hips, under my t-shirt, along the curve of my waist and across my ribs, making me shiver with delight at the sensation of his cool skin grazing against mine. I turned to smile at him; he returned it but did not meet my gaze, keeping his eyes forward towards the TV and the back of the recliner that held Tyler. Slowly, painfully slowly, he walked his fingers up along the curve of my small breast and gently caressed the soft smooth skin with his thumb. Hearing my shaky exhale he chuckled quietly, and then ran his thumb across my nipple. Feeling it grow stiff instantly at his touch, he teased me with a few more light strokes before pinching it lightly, rolling the barbell between his fingers.

I couldn’t help a soft moan. Ian shot me a glance and then looked pointedly at Tyler, who sat seemingly oblivious to what was happening behind his back, enjoying the mutilation occuring on the screen in front of him. I rolled my eyes and then felt Ian’s grip on my nipple tighten as he leaned in to shush me, making me bite my lip as he pinched harder, that twinge of pain sending a rush of heat to my pussy. He then grabbed my inner thigh with his other hand and squeezed it once before sliding his hand further down to my knee to gently pull my legs open wide to allow him access to my cunt. I held my breath as he moved his hand back up and rested his long fingers against me, feeling the heat from my pussy behind the thin material of my shorts. He rubbed me slowly up and down, feeling the part of my lips and pressing gently on the bump of my clit and the warm wet entranceway. I couldn’t help myself, I moaned again, now quivering with anticipation. Quickly he whipped his hand out from under my shirt and brought it around to cover my mouth. His firm grip made me throb and I squirmed as he roughly turned my head so he could look my in the eyes. I begged him wordlessly. Eyes still locked, he pulled my shorts aside, allowing his familiar fingers to find my clit, and he teased it with slow firm circles. I twisted slightly to reach for him and released his erection from his jeans as quickly and quietly as I could. I began to work his cock, feeling it swell in my hands, and he finally slipped one finger inside my anxious hole. Then two.Feeling my fluids start to drip, he curled his fingers to stroke my g spot and I responded by pumping him faster, twisting my wrist slightly as I worked his shaft, stopping only to occasionally caress his balls. I panted against his palm as he played with me, and I felt his dick turn to stone in my hand as his orgasm built.

Suddenly Ian stopped and released me, allowing me to catch my breath. Moving swiftly he stood to grab my legs and swing them around until I was laying on my back. I thought briefly of Tyler sitting just a meter or so away, but was soon distracted by Ian peeling off my damp shorts and spreading my legs again. Leaning down, he breathed in deep, taking in my familiar scent, before parting my lips with his fingers and running his big warm tongue lightly up my wet pussy. Feeling me shake he licked again, and again, increasing his speed and pressure, sucking lightly on my swollen clit. My back arched and I reached down to grab a handful of his sandy hair, and pulling him in I arched my back to grind myself roughly against his face, greedy for more. He groaned into my pussy and I giggled.

Zzzzzztttt

In front of us, I heard the sound of a zipper. I turned my gaze away from Ian to find the credits of the horror movie were rolling on the TV screen, and Tyler had spun his seat and was facing us, grinning as he undid his pants. I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol, or my current state of arousal, but I found I didn’t mind him watching us. Not one bit. I looked down to lock eyes with Ian. He had noticed Tyler, who was now stroking his hardening cock, regarding us with a look of cautious excitement. Ian met my eyes and I bit my lip, raising one eyebrow, leaving it up to him. Ian, seeing that I was still turned on, paused only for a moment before offering a small shrug and putting his face back in my cunt to continue his feast. I moaned a little louder now, encouraged by the audience, and felt my orgasm begin to grow as I watched Tyler watching us, touching himself, for another minute. Then I couldn’t help myself.

“Come here” I beckoned, and Tyler hesitantly stood and moved closer. I reached out my hand and his eyes widened as he understood my intention. Another few steps and he was within reach, and I took over stroking his cock for him. Nestled in a bed of red pubes, it was maybe the thickest cock I had ever seen, and I found I could barely get my hand around it. Using both hands, I worked him eagerly, and as he groaned he bent over to lift my shirt up, exposing my tits, and began fondling my them.
“Oh fuck” I exhaled. The attention was overwhelming. With Tyler’s dick in my hands and his hands on my tits, Ians face between my legs, the stimulation was building into something I had never experienced before. Looking up to see Tyler’s hands on me, Ian began to pump my pussy expertly with his fingers while he sucked on my clit, coaxing me until I came with a whimper, gushing all over his mouth and chin.

Ian sat back on his knees and licked his lips, running a thumb one last time over my clit lovingly before demanding firmly:
“Flip over.” I obliged, letting go of Tyler’s rock hard cock momentarily to do so. I removed my shirt as I turned over and got on my hands and knees, arching my back to show off my ass and holes to Ian, who had positioned himself behind me with one knee down. Meanwhile, I resumed jerking Tyler off with one hand, stopping occasionally to fondle his balls or run a finger teasingly along his taint. Ian gripped my ass roughly and spanked it twice, his rock hard cock aching as he looked at my glistening holes. Holding the base of his dick with one hand and my ass in place with the other, Ian tapped the head of his cock against my vagina and moaned as he felt my wet hot cum spill out of my hold and ooze over his tip.
“You want it Teddy?” I looked back over my shoulder and saw the desire in his eyes, his mouth still wet with me.
“Please” I said, pushing back to rub my dripping pussy against him, but he pulled away, refusing to enter me just yet.
“Please what?” He insisted, voice low and serious, sexy. He held me still and positioned his cock against my tight hole again, just barely pushing.
“Please give it to me.” I begged. Moving both of his hands to grip my wide hips, he obliged.

I gasped as he entered me, feeling the texture of every vein as he slowly filled my tight cunt all the way, stretching me open to take him all.
“Oh my god” I moaned, and Ian began to pick up speed, thrusting hard and deep, making my body shake. Needing both hands to steady myself against Ian’s force, I moved Tyler’s cock to my mouth. Sucking lightly on the tip I gathered saliva in my mouth before working my lips down, running the flat of my tongue against his shaft as I took him deeper, trying to maintain a rhythm despite Ian bucking behind me. Tyler groaned and reached out, grabbing my long dark hair and twisting it close to my scalp. I whimpered with the pain and pleasure, and Ian began to fuck me harder, forcing Tyler deeper down my throat as he did. My eyes watered and I felt a wave rush through me as I gagged on him. My pussy clenched and flexed in ecstasy.
“You like that huh?” Tyler whispered. I whimpered in response, unable to reply with my mouth full. The sight of my ass bouncing against Ian’s dick must have been pushing him to the edge, because he pulled out to reserve himself, not ready to finish. As I continued working Tyler’s dick with my mouth, jaw already getting sore from hanging all the way open to fit his girth, Ian leaned over and slowly traced his tongue along my asshole. I moaned deeply and began to lick Tyler more enthusiastically, gagging and slobbering on that thick cock. Ian gradually applied more pressure with his tongue, licking all around my asshole while he slowly and lazily moved two fingers in and out of me. I wriggled with the pleasure of all my holes being stimulated.
“Alright you dirty girl.” Ian said as he leaned up, ready to take me again, and adjusted his position so he was on his feet squatting. Grabbing my hips for support, he entered me from above, drilling deep down into me. I let ou a muffled cry as I felt him fill me again, and my cry sent a vibration of pleasure to Tyler who, now with both hands in the mess of my hair, began to push his whole length into my throat. I felt my throat open and allowed the drool to spill out of my mouth and dribble down as he fucked my face. Grunting, unable to hold back, Tyler held my face firmly in place and matched Ian’s thrust, the two men drilling me from both ends.

“You like being used up don’t you?” Ian said, smacking my ass hard, and this time when I garbled in response he allowed his orgasm to peak and released his load into me with a deep groan, digging his fingers hard into my soft hips as he did. Tyler continued to use my throat, grunting with every thrust, and Ian slowly pulled out and spread my lips to watch his cum drip out of my glistening hole. Moments later, Tyler came with a yelp and I felt his hot salty cum slide right down my throat. Tyler stumbled, releasing my hair, and fell back on his chair as I collapsed flat on the couch, gasping. We were all silent for a moment, the only noise coming from the TV, where another film had begun to play. I looked over my shoulder and saw that Ian was grinning at me, looking content and frankly quite pleased with himself. Tyler looked dumbfounded.
“Maybe, bedtime?” Ian said casually, breaking the silence as he rose, giving my ass a playful smack as he did. He reached out a hand to me and I took it, allowing him to pull me up off the couch. Where were my shorts? I swayed, feeling lightheaded and slightly weak, and Ian steadied me with a hand on each arm.
“Couch is yours, Ty.” Ian said to his friend, who still looked like he might be in shock. “May be a tad sticky now though.” Winking over his shoulder, Ian steered me out of the living room and headed towards the bedroom. He tried to pull me straight to the bed but I resisted.
‘Shower?’ I pleaded in response to his confused expression. I felt sticky as the couch, covered in sweat and spit and filled with cum. Ian nodded in understanding and disappeared into the bed. Walking to the bathroom and closing the door behind me, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I took in my matted hair, my flushed face, brown eyes wide. When I twisted around I could see the bright red handprints that had not yet started fading from my thighs and ass. I smiled to myself. Yeah I liked it.

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