When we last left our heroine, she was drunk, naked, and had just realized that the man she was in bed with was not the same man she had been in bed with just a short time before. Will she get pissed off and tell this impostor to go take a flying fuck at a rolling donut? Or will she say, "What the hell…this feels to good to stop" and give in to her body's desires with wild abandonment? Let's read on and find out…Shall we?
No two men kiss alike. Even in my intoxicated state I could tell the difference. A part of me was really pissed off at them for pulling the switch, but another part of me was too busy enjoying the lips nibbling my neck and the fingers gently pinching my nipples. In the ensuing battle of brain vs. body, my brain won out. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I yelled, as I pushed him off me, got up, and turned on the lights.
"Please." He whispered, hoarsely. "I was watching the two of you from the other room. I got so hot that when Robert came out to go to the bathroom, I begged him to let me have a turn. We figured you were too drunk to know the difference. You were obviously enjoying it, so why should we stop?"
My body agreed with him, but there was a principle involved here. "Because it was a real sleazy thing to do, that's why!" Even while I was chastising him, his fingers were lightly playing on my thighs, making it increasingly more difficult to continue my tirade. "I can't believe you thought I was some stupid little bimbo, who wouldn't be able to tell the two of you apart. Robert's build is much larger than yours, you feel totally different. And you kiss different." He leaned over and started kissing my shoulder.
"Really, how?" He asked, as his mouth continued to travel up my neck. My voice softened.
"Your lips are softer." I said.
"Hmm, what else?" He asked, as his tongue traced its way around my ear.
"Don't change the subject." I said. "I'm very angry about this."
"I know you are, and I'm sorry." His fingers were caressing my arms, while his mouth explored the nape of my neck. He had to have noticed my nipples, erect and begging for attention, as he said. "You should let me make it up to you." I involuntarily breathed deeply and bent my head down, giving him more access to my neck. "I promise I'll make you feel so good, that you'll be glad you stayed. As his hands glided down my arms, they slid over just enough to graze the sides of my breasts. That was it. I lost it. I leaned back against him, to allow him to fully hold my breasts, covered his hands with mine, and squeezed.
Together, we massaged my breasts as he leaned over and kissed me passionately, our tongues dancing, swirling around each other. He turned me around and laid me back on the bed. "God, your tits are great." He said, and proceeded to kiss and suck on one while playing with the other. As he gently scraped my hard nipples with his teeth, my pussy began to tingle. It too, was ready for attention and I took his hand off my breast and guided it down my stomach.
He needed no further encouragement. His fingers immediately found their way into my wetness. My clit hardened instantly at his touch. I lifted my hips against his hand and his finger slid right inside. Moaning, I squeezed my pussy around it as I reached over to feel his cock. He let out a soft moan as I softly glided my hand up and down his hard cock. Then, from the corner of the room, I heard another moan.
It was Robert. He was watching us, while playing with himself. The little imp in me decided that it was "pay back" time. A bit of teasing should do the trick. I spread my legs so Robert could get a good view of my, now very wet, pussy. His roommate's finger was deep inside me, pumping in and out. I had one hand on his cock and with the other, started playing with my clit. I cast my head sideways to get a better look at Robert. He was jerking off like mad. His roommate had his eyes closed, enjoying the pleasure of my hand. This was it. The timing was perfect.
"O.K. Guys, that's it. I'm leaving." I announced as I sat up and got off the bed. The look of shock and helplessness on both their faces was priceless. I felt completely vindicated as they stared in confusion at me, then each other, then back to me, and regaled me with their pleas.
"You can't leave now!"
"That's not fair. You can't leave us like this."
"Please, I need to cum."
Had I not been so horny myself, I would have put my clothes on and walked out. My pussy, however, was in dire need of being satisfied, and right in front of me were two hard and very willing cocks. "Tell you what." I said. "I'll stay on the condition that you tell me the truth."
"Truth about what?" Robert asked.
"The truth about tonight. Did your friend here, really beg to have a turn, or was this planned before you brought me up here?" Neither of them answered, but I knew I had seen his roommate downstairs at the bar. Finally Robert spoke.
"So we had it planned, we thought you looked hot, and you were real drunk. Hey, we both wanted you, what's wrong with that?"
"Why didn't you say that in the first place? You could have asked me to come back with both of you." As soon as I said that, I realized that I would have never agreed had they asked. Hell, I'd barely had experience enough with one man at a time, let alone two. But at that moment, I was feeling daring and wild and still very horny.
I walked over to Robert and led him to the bed. "Did you think I wouldn't want to feel two pair of hands on me?" With that, I took each of their hands and placed them on my breasts. This was exciting. I felt positively wanton. My nipples were hard and begging to be sucked. I held my breasts up for them. "Wouldn't you love to suck on them?" I asked, and they readily obliged. That first sensation of a mouth on each breast was astonishing. They had two completely different styles. Robert was sucking and nibbling with gusto, while his friend took a much gentler approach. He was circling his tongue around my nipple, then gently sucking and lightly scraping his teeth as he had done earlier. He then opened his mouth and attempted to get my entire breast in it. He of course failed at this attempt, but it felt great while he was trying.
I laid back on the bed and spread my pussy open. "Now, who wants a taste?" I put my own finger inside, removed it, and brought it to my lips. I had never tasted myself before, and hesitated for just a moment, before I sucked my finger into my mouth. This turned me on immensely, and must have done the same to them, because they both rushed over to get between my legs. Robert reached me first, and without any consideration, left no room for his friend as his mouth explored my pussy. Not wanting anyone to feel left out; I cupped my breasts and offered them up. That's all it took. Once again, that slow gentle tongue was, shall we say, titillating my tits.
Having my nipples expertly sucked has always driven me crazy. Even while still a virgin, I loved to let guys suck on my breasts. I always found it fascinating that while it was my nipples that were being sucked, the sensations I felt were centered on my pussy. Amazing how the body is connected, isn't it? So now, I was not only having my nipples licked and sucked, but my clit as well. True, carnal ecstasy. Robert had his mouth pressed hard on my clit, while his finger was deep inside me. His friend was lightly pinching one nipple with his fingers, and flicking the other one with his tongue. The pleasure was exquisite and I really didn't want them to stop, but I had to compare techniques. I put my hands on Robert's head and lifted it up. "O.K." I said. "Fair's fair. You need to switch." Reluctantly, Robert gave up his spot and let his mouth continue on my breasts.
His friend got between my legs, and softly ran his tongue up my slit. Not going in, just enough to tease. He did it again, but this time allowed his tongue in just deep enough to lightly graze my clit. It was like a current running through me. I gasped for breath and pushed Robert's head down harder on my breast. After having my pussy teased in this manner a few more times, I could no longer stand it. I reached down and spread my lips open wide, my clit, hard and swollen. "Oh God. Please. Suck it. Suck my clit!" My hips were involuntarily straining up. He placed his hands under my ass while I spread myself as far as I could, leaned in, put his lips on my clit, and sucked. Hard. That was just what I needed. My hips started bucking, my legs were trembling, and all I could do was scream with pleasure as the orgasm crashed through my body.
I fell back on the bed like a rag doll. If I thought I could rest, I was quite mistaken. Robert pushed his roommate out of the way, and without giving my pussy any time to relax, drove his cock deep inside me. I was still so swollen and sensitive, that I came instantly. Unfortunately, so did Robert. (Hey, this was all very exciting, and he was only 19. It happens) His roommate however had a little more self-control. He pulled me up, laid down on the bed, and sat me on top of his cock. With him guiding my hips with his hands, I just bounced my little ass up and down on him to my hearts' content. Slowing down, I leaned forward and rocked while my breasts went right to his mouth. Sitting back on my knees put me in the perfect position to lean down and kiss him deeply, and as I did I felt myself cumming again. My pussy squeezed his cock tight and I could feel it begin to throb. I sat back and moved my pelvis in small circles, while grinding my ass against him. I felt his whole body tense and his cock seemed to have a life of it's own. Pulsing and throbbing and stretching my pussy to its limits. And with every throb, he filled me with his hot cum, pushing my hips down on his harder with every grunt and moan of pleasure he let out. Finally, he put his arms on my thighs and held me still. I contracted my muscles around him and his entire body trembled.
I would love to tell you that he put his arms around me, pulled me to his chest and we fell asleep that way, with him still inside me. But I promised you the true story, and that means the true ending as well. He lay there, asleep on the bed. I got up and got dressed. Robert walked me out to my car; kissed me good-bye and I never saw either of them again. Nor, did I ever learn his roommate's name. Sorry kids, but that's life in the big city. Still, it was a night of many first experiences for me, most of which I enjoyed (the after affects of the alcohol the next day was one I did not) well enough to repeat many times over in my life. (I even repeated the alcohol, though to this day, I still don't know why I do it.)
So there you have it, the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth about my first fraternity party. My college years were a time of sexual discovery at the height of the sexual revolution, and I have many stories to tell. And I will….. In time.