It had been lively on the train as late-night city trains often are. Noisy and raucous, but nothing to worry you. I’d received a few comments and half-hearted attempts to chat me up, but they didn’t really interest me. In the far corner of the carriage were three guys in their thirties who’d obviously been at the match that evening, judging by their football shirts.
They got off at the same station as me and went toward the car park, as I went to get a taxi. Unfortunately, the only taxi waiting went to someone who got off the train before me, so I waited for another. It’s not the busiest station, so it wasn’t unusual for me to be alone waiting at that time of night.
A car left the car park and stopped. The window was wound down, and I recognised the football fans.
“Can we give you a lift?”
“I might not be going in your direction, ” I replied.
“I’m sure we don’t mind a detour. Or we could go and get a drink first? “
It seemed a better idea to be in a warm car than standing outside the station, so ignoring every story about accepting lifts from strangers, I got in the back.
“Where do you live?” I was asked, and I told them. The three were very pleasant and jovial, and the driver said that it was a long way away—it wasn’t!—and he’d need a drink to break up the journey. Laughingly, I said that was OK.
We drove to an apartment a few km away. It was very modern but devoid of colour and cushions – a true bachelor pad! After being poured a drink, we just all chatted. It didn’t take long for the conversation to turn to flirting, and, as they were a lot of fun, that was good with me. The more we drank, the naughtier the conversation became.
“Where’s your boyfriend?”
“I don’t have one at the moment.”
“A girl like you? That’s a waste!”
“He couldn’t cope with me, so we split up.”
“You’re a handful, are you?”
“Takes more than one!”
I realised that wasn’t exactly what I meant to say, but the drink helped, and it was out of my mouth before I could stop it!
“Well, there’s three of us!”
At that point, I should have changed the conversation direction; I should have made some lame excuse. At that point, I ought to have said that it was time for me to leave. But, what I actually said was that if they felt they could handle me, they were welcome to try.
The three guys hurriedly began undressing, and I followed their lead. I found myself surrounded by three nice, thick erections, and I kneeled down and took the first one in my mouth as I took the other two guys in hand. The first guy was enthusiastically and roughly face fucking me, and the other guys were getting impatient. I pushed the guy onto the sofa, and that gave me more control over him. One of the guys went behind me as my ass went in the air and started to take me doggy style.
That was brilliant! Sex is for every person, and giving a blowjob to the first guy was a pleasure I gave to him. But, when I was being fucked, deeply and rhythmically, my own pleasure was building up. I was getting more and more excited and happy. He came fairly quickly. You can look at that in two ways. You can be disappointed that he didn’t last longer, or you can be flattered that he was so turned on by you that he couldn’t help himself! Luckily, the third guy came to the rescue and entered me immediately afterward. As I was much wetter and sloppier, he lasted much longer, giving me some really good sensations as I built up to my first orgasm. As this went on, I was getting noisier and the guy in my mouth exploded, almost at the same time that the guy behind exploded. Double trouble!
These were guys in their thirties. They didn’t ‘recharge’ as quickly as much younger guys, but with three guys, I was rarely given a chance to catch my breath. Each managed to fuck me at least twice more that night, and my ass got attention, too, as well as my pussy. We noticed it was getting light, so I took a shower, and the apartment owner arranged a taxi for me. It wasn’t the night I was expecting, but it was a night I enjoyed a great deal.
Have I seen them again? Not as a group, but individually, occasionally, and without jealousy, commitment, or hassle. I’ve told a friend about this, and she was horrified I’d put myself at such risk. But, in the end, life is full of risks, and life is to be lived and enjoyed, on your terms and, best of all, with other consenting adults!
