[M]y girl[f]riend and my jerk off bud. Part 3: Girl gone wild

I want to take a moment to elaborate on Kirsten. For starters, everyone always told her she looked exactly like the “whipped cream bikini girl” from the movie Varsity Blues, so update the spank bank with that info. Second, don’t think for a minute this is story about an innocent Midwestern small town girl being turned out by two horny bros.

Kirsten was a classic “Girls Gone Wild” situation. Dumped by her long distance boyfriend two weeks into freshman year, she took the adage “get under someone to get over someone” to heart, and found out she was a big fan of keeping things casual. By the time she completed her sophomore year, she’d fucked “around 20” guys and made out with and given head to “a lot” of others.

How did I manage to keep this insanely hot nympho to myself for 6 month, I’ll never know. I guess I made her laugh. And in spite of all my gooning about Brandon’s god-cock, I’m not exactly small, and was in great shape with tons of stamina. I was intoxicated by her immediately, and we fucked constantly from the first night we met. Within two weeks we were “exclusive” and it was no condoms, non stop blowjobs, and occasional anal. She fucking owned my ass – I was beyond whipped.

She was the 4th girl I’d ever slept with and she blew my goddamn mind. I’d never met anyone so sweet, fuckin hot, and sexually open before – but I knew I’d eventually end up sharing her. It was literally one of her bucket list items. And looking back and being honest with myself OF COURSE I had considered and fantasized about doing it with Brandon as much as Kirsten must have been. This was practically an inevitable scenario.

When she came out of Brandon’s room totally nude, bottle of lube in one hand, a strip of those extra large gold wrapped condoms in the other, her face was beaming with excitement. This was really happening – Kirsten was getting her MFM 3 way, the guy I’ve been busting nut next to for 2 years and I were going to share a girl, and Brandon was about to hit my precious little angel with that “life changing” dick.

“Awww baby, you said you were going to roll a joint.” Kirsten playfully scolded me as I continued stroking my rock hard, now absolutely aching cock. “What’s wrong, get distracted?”

“Sorry baby, yeah, I guess I did.” I laughed.

“There’s one in the stash box under the couch. I was saving it for after we…you know” Brandon chimed in.

Kirsten tossed the condom and lube on the end table and leaned in and gave me a sweet, salty, musky kiss. She’d kissed me a thousand times after a blow job, so I knew I was tasting Brandon’s precum. I didn’t hate it.

She grabbed a throw pillow and tossed it on the floor in front of the couch and dropped to her knees, pulling out the stash box. The porn was still rolling in the background (remember, these were the days of 90min scripted erotic productions) as my adorable little nymph sparked up the far joint Brandon had rolled for our evening.

Brandon sat down on the opposite side of the couch from me and resumed jerking off saying, “Well shit, man, I guess we get to finish after all.”

We all laughed, and Kirsten passed me the joint and patted the unoccupied center couch cushion right next to me and said, “Don’t be shy, Brandon, come closer.”

He scooted over until we were thigh to thigh, and Kirsten stroked both our cocks and balls with her pretty little manicured fingernails. She was giddy as a schoolgirl and literally squealing with delight at the situation she magically found herself in this evening.

“Oh my god, I’m so glad I got off early tonight, this fucking crazy.” she laughed. “I’ve wanted to try this for so long.”

She squeezed harder and stroked precum out of both of us and we moaned in unison, eliciting another giggle. She bent down and took me into her mouth and started sucking and slurping on my dick as she rubbed Brandon’s voluminous secretions all over his enormous head.

Being in the room with Brandon when he was dick out and boned up was always a humbling experience, but seeing it this close and with Kirsten touching both of us for scale was truly intimidating. I could practically feel the heat radiating off that thing. I realized in that moment that fucking Brandon was going to be a qualitatively different experience for her that there would be no coming back from, that there was no way to stop it at this point, and that I wouldn’t if could anyway.

I passed the joint Brandon, who was distracted staring at Kirsten’s perfect little round ass, saying, “You’re turn, man.”

Kirsten took that as a que and pulled her mouth off my dick with a wet “pop” and scooted over to get directly in front of Brandon, crawling between his legs and grabbing him with both hands with a “Jesus Christ” under her breath and she felt the weight of it. She started at the base of his balls and slowly licked and kissed her way up the underside of his long thick shaft, lapping up the precum that was now flowing heavily.

She held him with both hands and looked up at him in the eyes with puppy dog eyes and a lip bite before opening her little mouth wide and taking him in. He moaned loudly, but tried to play it cool puffing on the doobie while my girlfriend gave him head right next to me.

I watched for several minutes as he groaned and cursed under his breath. Kirsten expertly brought him to the edge of orgasm and then backed off. I had to stop myself from cumming several times too.

She looked up at me lustfully as she kissed Brandon’s cock tenderly, and got on her knees, arching her back and popping her ass out. “So you going to fuck me or not?” she purred.

Needing no further invitation I got up and assumed the position behind her. She was so turned on her delicate inner labia was blooming like a pink rose out of her smooth little slit “innie” pussy. She was glistening wet. I couldn’t help but take a moment to busy my face in it. She moaned and pushed back onto my face as I hungrily ate her pussy and ass while sliding a finger in and out of her. She was at peak wet readiness and still felt tight around my finger.

When I finally pushed my cock into her, I was able to slide almost all the way in with one stroke, but she still felt tight as a drum. I started slowly, rhythmically pumping away at her, and she moaned and whimpered with a mouth full of cock at every stroke. It was maybe 20 strokes before I had to either pull out or cum, so I pulled out apologetically, much to her disappointment.

“Maybe you guys should switch places?” she said sweetly, looking back at me.

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