At age seventeen and three weeks before my high school graduation I found out I had gotten pregnant by my eighteen-year-old high school sweetheart. After graduation, we got married and he joined the Army hoping the pay and benefits would help us. The benefits did but not the pay.
After he completed his basic training my husband was stationed overseas in what the Army referred to as Unaccompanied Assignment. That meant neither I nor his new daughter was able to go with him. It was hard being an eighteen-year-old single mother with a husband not able to be at home and I struggled. I was lucky that my parents and his did help out as much as they could, but our families did not have a lot of money. They were a big help in watching their granddaughter while I went to work and helped out with her.
I was also lucky that the city we lived in had a large military base located in it and I was able to make use of dependents benefits. The medical benefits I was able to take advantage of and the hospital on the base were great when I needed it.
My husband was able to come home for Christmas and a month after he had returned to his overseas base; I discovered I was pregnant once more. After four years in the Army, having a wife and two children, finding the Army life was not for him; and my telling him I needed him at home; my husband decided not to re-enlist.
We both worked and he went to college part-time using his GI Bill money. We struggled for some time but after he got his degree life improved. The kids were older and we were able to live a middle-class lifestyle with us both working. We had even bought a nice but small three-bedroom house. Money was still tight but we were very happy.
As the years went by with my husband’s work promotions and my work promotions things got a lot better for us. Then after being married for sixteen years when I was thirty-four and he was thirty-five, tragedy struck. My husband was on his way to work and was hit by a truck that had run a red light. He was paralyzed from the neck down and would never recover.
The truck that hit him was a company truck, the driver was high on marijuana and we sued and settled out of court. We were not trying to get rich, just needed his medical bills and future medical bills and future health concerns and needs covered. The company is an international company and due to a Non-disclosure Agreement we signed I am not able to discuss the name of the company or the settlement amount. What I can reveal is that the settlement was a great deal more than we could have hoped for.
Not only did it pay for all his medical bills it also would cover all of his future health expenses. In-home nursing, in-home medical care, future medical care, and if needed cover to put my husband in an assisted care facility that would take care of him. The settlement also included punitive and compensatory damages. When the company made the settlement offer our attorney advised us to take it because it was a great deal more than he even expected.
I was able to stay home and help take care of my husband and my kids would be set for college and we even were able to give them a trust fund. We moved out of the house we had been living in for years, into a larger house and had a room for my husband for all his required medical needs.
When I was forty-one and the kids were out of the house, my husband told me it was time to put him in an assisted living facility that specialized in taking care of people who were disabled as my husband was. I was against it at first. I was perfectly fine taking care of him and with the in-home nursing care we had it was not a struggle.
He insisted and told me I needed to have a life; that I had been taking care of him for so many years that I deserved a life. I told him I had a life and he was part of it. After about two months of him insisting I gave in and we moved him to a great facility. I went to visit him every day and stayed with him until visiting hours were over and sometimes one of the nurses or orderlies would let me stay the night.
My husband then suggested that I needed my sexual needs taken care of when I was forty-three. My husband was the only man I ever had sex with until he gave me his consent to allow me to have sex with other men and I was making up for it.
The first time I did it, I was ashamed of myself after I hooked up with a man for a one-night stand and told myself I would never do it again. The thing was, however, that after so many years of not having sex, I had forgotten how much I liked sex and how great it was. I used to be a very sexual person with my husband before his accident. After his accident, sex was at the very bottom of my priority list. Taking care of my husband and raising my kids was at the top.
That one night stand, while making me feel terrible about myself, had re-awakened those sexual desires in me again. It also didn’t help that the man I had a one-night stand with fucked my brains out several times that night and I had many orgasms. The sex, while emotionless, was filled with lustful desire, hard and rough, and incredible.
A month later, I did do it again because I was unable to stop myself and control my sexual needs. I went to a bar that catered to older demographics like myself, allowed myself to get picked up by a man, and again went to a hotel and had meaningless, lustful sex. It was not until the fourth time I did that that I started not to feel guilty about it and embrace it. The fourth time was having sex with another woman for the first time and I hooked up with her several times. Twice with her and her younger black male lover.
It was her that helped me embrace what I was permitted to do by my husband. I became a slut and made up for all the lost time of not having sex and having sex with only one person until then. I was now immensely enjoying being a slut.
When my husband made his suggestion, it was not out of some fetish he has for me having sex with other men or women. We never talked about the people I had sex with; he never asked and I never told. He wanted me to have a fulfilling life in every way.
The kids were grown and out of the house and he thought that I needed a lover to fulfill that part of me he could not give me anymore. He did not and does not know that I have had so many lovers and became a slut, however. Neither of us expected me to take it to the extreme I do. I don’t regret any of the things I have done and I don’t have remorse about it anymore.
I was forty-five when I had sex with three boys at the same time. It was my first foursome and they were that; teenage boys.
All three were the bad boy type and dominate lovers and we did some rather kinky things together. I don’t know if they were like that with other girls, none were virgins, or if it was just with me. They took advantage of having an attractive forty-five-year-old woman who was willing and eager to participate in their perversions.
It all started when I was going home after an unsuccessful date. I had met this man on Tinder and during the date, I found out I was not as attracted to him as I had been when I saw his photo. He looked the same but after talking with him I realized I was not attracted to him. I was frustrated and horny and hoping I was going to have sex, but things didn’t work out that way. It was my first Tinder date and also my last. I deleted my account after that date.
I ended the date after dinner and decided to stop and get a bottle of wine and go home. I was going to have a glass or two of wine while taking a bubble bath, masturbate to relieve my sexual arousal, and go to bed. That was the plan at least, but that changed when I walked into the store to buy my wine.
It was still early, a little after eight in the evening, and I was looking over the wine in the grocery store. I was trying to decide on a Riesling or a Merlot.
“Umm, excuse me, lady,” I heard a male voice behind me.
I turned to see a young boy who looked to be about eighteen or nineteen. He was very cute. He had boyish good looks.
“Yes,” I replied and smiled.
“Umm, well, could maybe, well, if I gave you the money could you buy me and my friends some beer?” he asked nervously.
I had been in the same situation when I was underage. While I never personally did the asking, I had sat in the car while one of my friends asked or sat in the car when my husband, then boyfriend, had asked. I knew it took a lot of courage to ask an adult to buy you alcohol.
I noticed the boy was looking me up and down. It was hard not to because he was obvious about it. He liked what he saw even though I was much older than him. I was wearing a black leather mini shirt, a red blouse with the top three buttons unbuttoned and my push-up bra was giving my 36c cup breasts nice cleavage. I had on a pair of calf-high black, leather boots and a pair of black tinted thigh-highs.
It was fall and wearing boots was not a fashion faux pas even though it was still a warm night. It was not something I normally wore to the grocery store or out on an everyday basis, but I had intentions of having sex that night so I dressed the part.
“So you lost the coin toss, huh?” I teased and ignored how the boy ogled me.
The boy looked up from my chest and grinned at me. He had gotten the joke. “No, the other guys were too chicken,” he told me.
I laughed at that. “So just where would you and your friends go to drink this beer?” I asked.
He shrugged, “We were going to drive out to the marshes around Copahee Sound,” he told me.
“Kids still do that?” I asked. “Having a party out there or going out there to drink?”
It was a good place for high school and underage kids to have parties or go to drink, smoke weed, and or have sex. My friends and I used to go out there when I was a teenager in high school. It was where my husband got me pregnant with our first child when I was seventeen.
“Yeah and no just me and my two buddies going to hang out,” he told me. “Will you buy us some?” he asked again.
“Will there be a designated driver?” I asked. My motherly instincts had kicked in.
“Uh, yeah sure, Travis doesn’t drink,” he told me. I knew he was lying.
“I don’t mind buying the beer. I was young once,” I told him. “But I do mind that I may end up being responsible for a group of kids getting into a drunken driving accident, getting hurt or worse, and even getting someone else hurt or worse.” I was serious about that due to my husband’s accident.
The boy took a step closer to me and I took a step back. He didn’t seem nervous anymore and full of confidence. Maybe telling him I had no issue with buying him beer gave him more confidence. He looked me up and down again and grinned.
“Well maybe you can come with us to make sure we don’t drink and drive,” he told me. “Maybe you and I can have some fun.”
I was taken aback for a moment but quickly recovered. I was flattered he was flirting with me. I smiled at the boy, damn he was super cute.
“I’m now too old to be walking around the marsh and end up in the back seat of a car,” I teased him.
The boy laughed, “A shame. You sure are sexy for an old woman,” he told me. “I bet you would do a thing or two my girlfriend won’t do.”
I was not pleased to hear him call me old. I was only forty-five not seventy-five. Still, I was impressed by his boldness and his confidence. I was attracted to bold and confident men. Of course, he was not a man but still, I found it attractive, and again I was flattered.
I started to think as the boy kept ogling me and waiting for my answer to buy him beer or not. I was horny, I had anticipated having sex that night, and what would the harm be if it was with an eighteen or nineteen-year-old? He obviously wanted to.
He would be the youngest person I had sex with since I started on my sexual adventures after my husband encouraged me to do so. The youngest I had been with was when a man I was seeing took me to a Swinger Club about nine months ago. Well, not a club, but private property owned by a couple into the swinger lifestyle. They held parties for people into swinging and partner swapping. He and I had hooked up with an attractive black couple who were in their mid-twenties.
We all four had fucked once in one of the private outbuildings on the property, the young black man fucking me while my date fucked the young black girl. After, we hung out in the outside hot tub and decided to leave and go someplace more comfortable to continue the night. We went to a hotel and all four of us ended up having a mini orgy. The men took turns swapping between me and the girl and she and I fucked each other as they watched.
I even found it arousing when the black man had my date clean his cock with his mouth after the black man fucked my ass. He told the man I was seeing to lick the cum off of his black cock and taste his wife’s ass. They assumed we were married and we didn’t correct them. My date was not bisexual or a feminine man and told me on the way home the next morning he just got caught up in the sexual excitement of it all. I told him I enjoyed watching it.
“You and your two friends could hang out at my house to drink your beer,” I suggested. “Then maybe you and I could go into my room and have the fun you suggested.”
Before I started seeing other men for sex, I never would have been so bold. I never would have even considered offering such an invitation. Now, however, I was enjoying my new sexual life. I was pretty much a slut and having a lot of fun as a slut.
The boy gave me a look of shock. “Stop fucking around, lady,” he said. “Are you going to buy the beer or not?”
I was about to answer but a couple of young women walked into the wine and beer aisle. They were giggling and didn’t pay any attention to us. After they picked up the brand and type of drink they wanted and were out of sight I turned back to the young man.
“I’ll buy it but only if you and your friends come to my house and drink it,” I told him. “I am serious about that. I don’t want to be responsible for any drunken driving accidents. As for the other, that’s up to you.”
I knew once we got back to my house he would want to fuck me. I was going to make sure of that. I was going to prove to him that I wanted to. I would be seductive with him and put myself out there for him. By how he had been looking at me I knew he wanted to. Even though much older, I was attractive and had a nice body, and what eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy would pass up a chance to fuck an older, attractive woman? Would give him something to brag to his friends about and he would even have two witnesses that his story about being picked up by a pretty MILF in a grocery store was true. How could he resist that?
As for his two friends, I would let them drink their beer and they could get as drunk as they wanted as long as they didn’t get sick all over the place. As for the young man I wanted, I would let him drink one or two or maybe three beers and then take him to my bedroom. I didn’t want him being drunk when we fucked and I knew he would happily give up being drunk for a chance to have sex. I had every attention to let the boy fuck me as many times as he wanted.
‘You’re serious aren’t you?” he asked. I nodded and smiled. “Fuck, I can’t believe this is happening. OK, sure. My name’s Brad.”
“Nice to meet you, Brad, I’m, Freyja,” I introduced myself. Freyja is not my real name but the name I will use for myself in my stories.
Brad reached into his front pocket and pulled out a handful of paper money.
“Not here,” I told him and looked at the security cameras in the ceiling. I doubt they were monitored but I wanted to be safe. “Just tell me what you want and I’ll buy it and you can pay me back later.”
Brad told me the brand he wanted in a twelve-pack. “I’ll meet you outside. We’ll be in a silver Chevy pickup,” he told me and walked away.
I picked up my wine choice, decided to go with a Riesling, and then picked up a twelve-pack of beer for Brad and his friends. I didn’t buy the brand they wanted. They wanted cheap beer because it was cheaper and most likely all they could afford. I was not a big beer drinker but my husband liked beer so I decided to buy the domestic brand he preferred. I got it in bottles and not cans; my husband would tell me beer tasted better in bottles or drafts than it did from cans.
I stopped by the personal hygiene aisle and looked over the condoms. I decided not to buy any condoms. I was on birth control again and by Brad’s youthful appearance, I highly doubted he had any STDs. Yes, I could have been wrong and I would be taking a small chance, but I thought I would mostly be safe. I also wanted to fill him cum inside me. I liked the feeling of a man shooting cum into my body. I did pick up a bottle of lubricant. I was not sure if the bottle at my house was empty or not. I bought the lubricant in case Brad wanted to have anal sex with me. I was hoping he would and I would tell him he could if he wanted to.
I enjoyed anal sex. The first time I had it was when my husband got out of the Army. We never had a honeymoon because we could not afford one. When my husband came home our parents pitched in and rented us a cabin in Gatlinburg, TN. They told us they would watch the kids. We spent four nights in the cabin and I let my husband put his penis in my butt for the first time. I enjoyed it quite a lot so we had anal sex on occasion after that.
Once I started having sex with other men, my experiences with anal sex and anal play expanded to letting men and the few women not only fuck me in the ass but use sex toys in my butt as well. I also enjoyed having my butthole licked and tongued and enjoyed doing the same to both men and women as well. With men, I had learned you had to either ask if I could first or have them tell you to. Some guys didn’t like that or thought it was only something gay men would do.
The last man I was seeing before my Tinder Date I saw for about three months and he was not into anal sex or anything anal. I was due for a good ass fucking and if Brad did not initiate it I would let him know it was ok if he stuck his young cock up my ass.
I used the self-checkout and walked outside and looked around. I saw the truck pull to the front of the store and walked to meet them. It was an extended cab pickup truck and Brad was in the small back part of the cab and looked uncomfortable due to lack of leg room. The driver rolled down his window and all three boys looked at me.
“This Freyja,” Brad said from the back as he introduced us. “This is Travis,” he pointed at the driver, “and this is Darren,” he said as he pointed to the boy in the passenger side. I said hello.
“Damn, dude, you weren’t lying,” Travis said as he looked me up and down. “She is a hot MILF.”
I did blush but I was not offended. I was flattered even though I blushed. I blushed very easily.
I had assumed Brad had told his friends about my proposition to him. He was young and wanted to brag. I gave Tony the twelve-pack of beer and he passed it to Brad in the back seat.
“You are serious about us coming over to your house?” Darren asked.
I smiled at them. “Yes, it will be much safer that way. Y’all can drink your beer and I prefer if you stay the night if you can,” I told them. “I don’t want you boys drinking and driving and I have plenty of room.”
“We can stay the night,” Brad said eagerly from the back and the other boys grunted out a sure.
“Brad, you can ride with me if you want and Travis can follow us,” I suggested.
Brad grinned and got out of the truck still holding the beer. He gave his two friends a knowing look and followed me to my car. I drove a newer model Cadillac Escalade I had purchased two years ago.
We didn’t say much at first but I got the conversation started by asking him what part of Charleston he lived in. He told me he and his friends were from North Charleston. We had that in common because I grew up and lived in North Charleston until my husband and I bought the house I now live in.
Tourists who come to Charleston don’t come to see North Charleston. My family and my husband’s family lived on the borderline of poor and lower middle class and leaned to the poor side. When Brad told me what area of N. Charleston where he and his friends lived, only about four or five blocks from the neighborhood I grew up in, I knew he lived on that borderline also. I was very familiar with the area they lived. It was a rough place to grow up.
I asked if he went to school or worked and Brad told me that both he and Darren went to school and he worked part-time. He added that Travis went to vocational school and worked part-time as well and that Travis had dropped out of high school.
“He’s not stupid,” Brad told me in defense of his friend. “He just didn’t like school.”
I didn’t say anything but I understood. While I think I am of average intelligence, I didn’t make the best grades in school either. I also dropped out when I was seventeen after I got pregnant and at eighteen got my GED to be able to get a halfway decent job.
“So you really want to fuck or are you just a tease,” Brad asked as we got closer to my house. “Is this something you and your husband do to get off? Take some young kid to your house and your husband watches as he fucks you?” Brad then gave me a hard stare. “I ain’t sucking no dick. I’m not gay.”
“No, it’s’ not like that,” I assured him. “I am married but my husband and kids don’t live at home.”
Brad accepted that and didn’t ask any more questions. I was not going to offer up any more information either. It was none of his business why my husband didn’t live at home with me.
“Some rich bitch, huh?” Brad said as I turned down the street where my house was. “So that’s the deal then, you are one of those old rich women who get off on cruising for young low-class cock.” He grinned at me. “I heard bitches like you were out there but never believed it. Thought it was just shit you see in porn or something. Maybe I should make you pay for my dick.”
I giggled. “Maybe I am a serial killer who likes to lure young men to her house and murder them.” Brad laughed
After the settlement for my husband’s accident, it did leave us very well off financially, more money than I ever dreamed we would have. So yes, we bought a new house in the area of Charleston reserved for the upper class. We bought a nice boat also but I gave that to my daughter when she got married.
I liked what he thought though. It did sound sexy; to pretend I was one of those Charleston Old money southern belle-type ladies who lived South of Broad, the imaginary line South of Broad Street that separated the Charleston Elite from the rest of the city. To be one of those snobby women I was all too familiar with. The type who would not even spit on a person from the wrong side of Broad Street if they were on fire just because one of their ancestors was the first person to settle the area.
To be one of those women who were older, married, picked up young bad boy type of men from the wrong side of the track, and paid them for sex when the husband was out of town. To pay some nice-looking young man to fuck an older woman was an arousing thought.
As I pulled into my driveway and since Travis was a little behind us, I decided Brad was owed some honesty. I pulled into the garage, turned off my car, and looked at Brad.
“I was on a date tonight for just sex, didn’t work out, and was going to buy some wine and come home,” I told him. “Then you asked me to buy you some beer, I think you are very nice looking and then you invited me to come to the marsh with you and your friends. I knew you didn’t think I would say yes, but I thought; why not? He’s very good-looking, I’m horny, and expected to have sex tonight so why not see if he was open to it.”
I leaned over and kissed Brad on the lips. It was a chase but a slightly lingering kiss. I pulled back and smiled. “I am really against drinking and driving also and I didn’t want you and your friends to do that.”
Brad grinned, “Lady, I am open to fucking you,” he said as Travis’s truck pulled into my driveway. “You’re fucking sexy for an old woman.”
I smiled and thought I was going to have to eventually tell him to stop calling me an old woman. We got out of the car and I told Travis to pull his truck past the garage and park it on the side of the house. I was as discreet as possible in my sexual encounters, which was easy because I didn’t have many friends.
My husband and I used to have a great number of other couple friends, but after his accident, I got so tired of hearing people tell me how sorry they were and having pity on me for having to take care of my husband. Hearing my friends whisper behind my back about how my life is now over etc. began to annoy me.
That plus taking care of my husband being my top priority, I lost contact with my friends and never reconnected with most of them. I still had a few I would see on occasion for lunch or out to dinner, but not many. Of course, none of those knew about the other life I led.
I told Travis to pull to the side of my house because of nosy neighbors. I didn’t want them to start telling everyone in the neighborhood, I saw four young men going into Freyja’s house late one night. That is not appropriate and something immoral is going on over at that house.
Brad and I walked into the house by the front door and showed him where the kitchen was. I took my bottle of wine out of the bag and the bottle on the counter, folder the bag around the small bottle of lubricant, and put it in my purse. I gave Brad a bottle opener and told him to put his beer in the fridge and make himself at home in the living room.
I walked through the sliding glass doors that led to the swimming pool and back yard, opened the latch to the door of my privacy fence, and let Travis and Darren in. We walked to the house and once inside I told them to join Brad and I would get them a beer and pour myself a glass of wine.
When walked into the living room, the boys had made themselves comfortable. Brad was sitting on one side of my large, leather wrap-around sofa, Darren on the other side, and Travis in the matching recliner. I handed them all coasters, handed Travis and Darren their beers, and put my purse on the coffee table in front of the sofa. I sat my wine on the coffee table also on top of a coaster.
“I’ll be tight back,” I told them. “I am going to change into something more comfortable.” I know I sounded cliché but I was going to just change into a pair of shorts, a tee shirt, and a more comfortable bra.
“No,” Brad told me. “We like what you are wearing.”
I smiled and shrugged and started to take off my boots at least.
“Keep those on also,” Travis said. “We like them as well.”
“Sure,” I told him.
I sat down on the sofa close to Brad and snuggled up to him. I was 99.9% sure he told his friends I was going to let him fuck me so why hide it? I am an affectionate person. I like giving and receiving affection. When I first started having sex with other people, it took me a while to be able to separate just sex from affection. By the time I invited Brad and his friends to my house, I had learned how to be affectionate in a just-sex relationship.
I know it may have been cruel to show Brad that affection in front of his friends. I was sure they were not too happy to just sit and drink beer and maybe watch some television while their friend was upstairs in an attractive older woman’s bedroom getting a blowjob from her and then fucking her several times. I just hoped they were good enough friends not to try and cock block him.
I cuddled up to Brad with my body turned to him, my knees bent, and my feet on the sofa. My short leather shirt had risen and I knew I was showing the other boys a great deal of my legs and even lower butt cheeks. I did my best to adjust myself, but the skirt was too short. That was one of the reasons I wanted to change. Brad put his arm around my waist.
We talked for about thirty to forty-five minutes. They did most of the talking and I just listened. They talked about inconsequential things. Mostly they told stories of them growing up that made me laugh at times. When they wanted another beer they would tell me to go get it. I didn’t mind. I liked being a good hostess. I nursed the glass of wine I poured for myself. I have had drunk sex before, many times before, but I preferred to be sober when I had sex. While alcohol could loosen your inhibitions it could also dull your senses.
I learned that the three were very close friends since they were kids. I also learned by observing them and hearing them talk, the dynamics of their friendship.
Brad was the more boisterous, wild, reckless one who liked to act as the leader of their group, but the quiet Travis was the real leader. He didn’t say much but when he did the other boys listened. Darren was at the bottom of their group. The others would interrupt him when he started a story or he would start a story and either Brad or Travis would interrupt and finish the story. He didn’t seem to mind and I assumed as long as they had known each other he was used to it. I felt kind of sorry for him.
I also was able to get a much better look at them physically. Brad, I knew what he looked like but the other two had been in the truck and I was not able to get a good look at them. Brad was the best looking that was for sure. He would have been the best-looking in almost any group he was in.
He had sandy blonde hair that he wore just past his ears and was styled to look messy. He had an athletic body and when I ran my hands over his chest I could feel how tight it was. He was very good-looking; pretty but in a masculine way not an effeminate way. He reminded me of a surfer-type boy and his blue eyes I could get lost in. He was about an inch short of being six feet tall.
Darren was cute but not as good-looking as Brad. He had brown hair that he kept short and parted to one side. He was about as tall as Brad but thinner body.
Travis was the least good-looking of the three. He was not very nice looking at all and I would even go so far as to say he was ugly if I was not such a nice person. He was taller than the other two, maybe about six-one, and larger than his friends. Not fat but husky body type. He looked like the boy who would be the bully of his school.
I also got the impression he was the meanest of the three. He was not someone I would want to cross. It was Travis who kept telling me to get up and get them another beer when they were ready for one. He didn’t ask, he told me, and his tone was one of someone who didn’t like taking no for an answer. I would not have invited him alone to my house. I thought he was intimidating.
As the boys talked and I listened, I would occasionally kiss Brad’s neck and he had moved his hand to the back of my thigh. He would slowly run it up and down the back of my leg. He would run his hands down to where my thigh-high stocking started up where my skirt hem ended and then back down again. Brad would occasionally pull the hem of my skirt up higher to try and reveal more of my butt and I would move his hand away but I didn’t say anything.
I knew the other two boys were looking at what of my ass they could see. I caught them several times. When they noticed I caught them, Darren would look away quickly but Travis would meet my eyes with his and smile.
“That’s another one down,” I heard Travis say after he finished his beer. “Go get us another one, Freyja.” This would be the third beer for all three of them.
“Don’t drink too much,” I whispered into Brad’s ear. “It could ruin our fun.” I kissed his cheek and got up to get the boys another beer. I had not even drunk half of the glass of wine.
I came back into the living room, handed them their beers, and sat back down next to Brad as I was sitting before. I put my hands on his chest and he put his hand on the back of my thigh again. I was ready, more than ready, to take him upstairs to my room. I was extremely aroused and my pussy was wet. I needed to get fucked.
I would have some fun first or course. I would suck his cock until he orgasmed in my mouth, hopefully, he would go down on my pussy, and then we would fuck. I didn’t care if he knew how to please a woman with his mouth or not. He was young and if he didn’t know I could always give him some direction and show him what happens to a girl when you stimulate her clit.
I started kissing his neck again and was about to whisper in his ear I wanted to take him upstairs to my bedroom, but he spoke first.
“So who goes after me?” he asked me. “I go first but we were trying to decide who was next and decided to let you decide instead.”
“I’m sorry?” I asked as I sat upright on the sofa. I was genuinely confused.
“I am going to fuck you first but who fucks you after me?” he asked.
I looked at Bard and he was smiling at me, I looked over at Darren and he was grinning and had an eager look on his face, and I looked at Travis last. He was staring at me with his cold green eyes and no expression on his face. I swallowed hard and looked back at Brad.
“I…it was not…I didn’t think,” I stammered trying to explain when I invited them to my house I had no intention of having sex with all three of them.
“Oh come on, lady, you knew damn well what you were doing and what you wanted when you invited us here,” I heard Travis say and I looked at him. “You knew fucking all too well you wanted us all three to fuck you. The question is do we do it one at a time or all three together? I am not ashamed to show my dick in front of Brad and Darren or get sloppy seconds or thirds. Brad and I have doubled-teamed a slut before.”
Travis looked at Darren and smiled. “Don’t think Darren has though, have you?” Darren shook his head and looked even more eager at the prospect. “You in for a good time, dude. It’s fun banging some whore with a friend. All three of us will be even better.” Travis then looked at me again. “Ain’t none of us fucked a MILF before and for an old bitch you sure a hot piece of ass. So what is it, lady? One at a time or all three of us?”
I looked at Brad for a moment and he had an arrogant grin on his face. “What…what if I say no?” I asked and while I was looking at Brad my question was directed to Travis. I was pretty sure this was his idea.
I was scared, I had to admit that. The boys were in my house, there were three of them, I was not a very brave woman, and I was at their mercy. If they wanted to, they could just take what they wanted from me and there was nothing I could do about it. Sure I would do my best to fight back, but I knew I would soon be overpowered. I thought if I had no choice, the best thing to do was let them take what they wanted so they wouldn’t hurt me.
But what would I do next? Call the police? Tell them I bought three underage boys beer, took them back to my house so they could drink it and then they took advantage of me? Yeah, that wouldn’t sound good for a defense.
Travis laughed and I turned to look at him. “Lady, we ain’t that kind of people. You say no then we take our beer and leave. We’re not going to make you do anything you don’t want to. We just want to have some fun with you and I think you want to have some fun with us.”
I thought for a moment. Up until that night I had sex with multiple partners twice and thoroughly enjoyed both times. The first was with another woman who was older than I was and her younger male lover. The next time was at the swinger’s place and later that night in the hotel room with the same couple.
I never had three men before and the thought of it did appeal to me. Getting fucked by three young men at the same time with their youthful vitality and enthusiasm I may find very enjoyable. I was extremely horny, had these three young men wanting to fuck me, and it would be fun.
“Ok,” I said to all three of them. “Same time.”
“See, Brad, I told you she would be up for it,” I heard Travis say as I stood up.
“So we just go to my room?” I asked. I didn’t know what to do. The two other times were just more spontaneous and not planned out.
“We will get there, baby, but first suck our cocks. Brad’s right he should get to go first since he found you,” Travis said.
I don’t think found me was the right term to use but I went with it. I smiled at Brad, walked to him, and straddled his lap as I put my arms around his neck. I didn’t want to just start sucking his cock. I wanted some kissing first. I love kissing. Brad put his arms around my waist and pulled me to him. We started kissing hard and passionately with lots of tongue.
This was the first time I had kissed Brad besides the chaste kiss in my car and he was a very good kisser. He was just the right amount of aggressiveness and gentle. As we made out I started grinding my hips against his lap and the boy reached down and lifted the hem of my short skirt to show my butt to his friends. This time I didn’t stop him. They were going to see my ass and much more of my body later that night anyway.
“Suck my dick now,” Brad told me.
I got off of the boy’s lap and on my knees between his spread legs.
“Show us your tits first,” Brad told me as I started to unbutton his jeans. I smiled up at Brad and nodded.
As I started to unbutton my blouse, I looked at Darren and he was staring at my chest in anticipation of seeing my breasts as he rubbed his cock through his jeans. I then looked over at Travis. He was leaning back on the recliner with his hand folded over his chest. The look on his face reminded me of a James Bond villain plotting his devious master plan for world domination. I had a feeling that he thinking of something depraved to do to me. I removed my blouse and bra.
“Fuck, she’s got some nice tits for an old bitch,” Brad said as he reached down and took my breasts in his hand. “Not saggy at all like I thought they would be.
I winced when he started to mash them harder than I enjoyed but didn’t stop him. I did have nice breasts, but to say they were not saggy at all was not completely accurate. They did have a slight droopiness to them, but it was not much considering my age and the size of the 36c cup breasts.
“Now suck my cock,” Brad told ordered me after he let go of my breasts and leaned back on the sofa.
I had his jeans unbuttoned already before he told me to show them my breasts, so I unzipped them and started to pull them down. Brad lifted his butt off the sofa to help me get his jeans down to his knees. I put my fingers under the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down as well and his erect penis sprang up.
Based on some of the erotic stories I have read on Lush and other sites and in books, the authors always emphasized the size of the men’s cocks. That being the case I want to clarify that I am not a size queen at all. I am completely sexually satisfied by a man with an average size penis. For me, it’s how he uses it, not the size of it.
I have sex with two men who I would consider well-endowed. The first was the younger lover of the first woman I had sex with. He was about eight, maybe eight and a half, inches long and of average size girth. The other is a young black man I am currently seeing as I write this story.
He is a twenty-one-year-old cadet at the Citadel. He is quite large, nine and a half inches exactly. I know because I playfully measured it one night. His girth was larger than average also. Naturally, I can feel the difference of a well-endowed penis, but I would be perfectly satisfied sexually with an average size penis.
The three boy’s I was about to give blowjobs to and who were going to fuck me were all of average size. Both Brad and Darren were about the same size and Travis was a little larger.
I looked up at Brad and smiled as I took his hard cock gently in my hand. I could do this one of two ways, I thought. I could give them all nice and slow and seductive blowjobs or I could just suck their cocks quickly to get it over with. I chose the latter.
It was not because I was not going to enjoy myself; I like giving blowjobs and doing it seductively. No, I was going try and make them cum quickly because I was extremely horny and I wanted my pussy and hopefully ass fucked by these young men. I was already sexually aroused with the prospect of having sex with Brad, but now the idea of all three of them fucking me made me crave to have my pussy stuffed with their cocks, one after another.
I brushed my blonde hair behind my ears, lowered my head, and took Brad’s penis into my mouth. I did start slow but soon started bobbing my head up and down at a faster pace as I placed my hands on the boys’ thighs. Brad placed his hand on the back of my head.
“Fuck, dudes, she sure knows how to suck a cock,” Brad told his friends.
“Of course she does,” I heard Travis say. “She’s a whore and an old one. I am sure she has sucked thousands of dicks.”
I normally did not enjoy or get off on being verbally humiliated like they were doing to me and I certainly did not like being called old. I was not a submissive lover. Yes, I enjoy having a man take control over me during sex and having him fuck my brains out at times, but I also like to be the one who fucked them as well. I like being on top and fucking a man or on the bottom and fucking him back as he fucked me. I was more of an equal partner during sex.
There was just something, however, about having these three eighteen or nineteen-year-old boys verbally humiliating me and taking control over me that aroused me a great deal. It excited me to be their slut, for them to verbally degrade me, and for them to order me around like they were doing. I could be their submissive whore for one night. It would not kill me to do so and based on my body’s sexual reaction so far, I would enjoy it immensely.
The slight fear I had of Travis also seemed to excite me as well. Yes, I was a little frightened of Travis and I found being intimidated by him sexually stimulating.
As I was sucking Brad’s cock his friends were making their comments about me being a whore and about my age, Travis much more than Darren. I got the impression Darren was the nicest of the three friends. I soon took Brad’s penis down my throat until my lips were pressed to his pelvis. When I started to raise my head, the boy pushed me back down and held my head in place.
“Damn, she’s swallowing my entire cock,” he said as he laughed at me.
I started to gag and choke and found it difficult to breathe because my sinuses became congested. I was pushing on the boy’s thighs but he held me down.
“Man, you better let her breathe,” I heard Darren say, but he chuckled when he said it. He was amused by my distress. Maybe he was not as nice of a boy as I first thought.
“Fuck that. Let the whore choke on Brad’s cock,” Travis said. “Pinch her nose,” he told his friend.
Brad laughed at the idea and I again struggled to get away but couldn’t. Brad pinched my nose tight and what little air I was able to get through my nose was cut off.
As I struggled to breathe I coughed with Brad’s cock in my mouth and a large gob of my spit spewed all over his penis and my chin. Brad held me there for a moment longer and finally let go of my nose and my head. I quickly lifted my head and was gagging and coughing as I gasped for air. I retched once and thought I was going to vomit. I didn’t but I did spew out saliva from my mouth. The boys once more laughed at my distress.
I didn’t know how I felt about what Brad had just done to me. No man I had ever been with had ever made me choke on his cock like that or made it so I could not breathe when giving him a blowjob. On one side it was an awful feeling; the gagging, choking, and retching; but on the other side it did arouse me immensely having these young boys treat me that way. Somehow I knew if they had been closer to my age I would not felt the same and would have been angry. Once again, I felt being treated like that by boys much younger than me was exciting.
“You ok?” Brad asked me after I had caught my breath and was no longer gagging or choking.
I wiped the spit from my chin and nodded. The boy suddenly grabbed my head and pushed me down to his cock again and forced it in my mouth. He repeated the same process three or maybe four times. Making me deep throat him, holding my head down, pinching my nose, and then letting go, and each time I gasped for air, gagged, coughed, and retched.
“That’s enough playing around,” Travis told Brad. “We have all night to play with her and Darren and I want to have some fun also.”
I had spit running down my chin and onto my breasts, tears from distress running out of my watery eyes that I knew were streaked with my mascara, and even snot running out of my nose.
“Ok,” Brad told Travis and then looked down at me. “Make me cum now, bitch.”
I wiped my mouth and nose with the back of my hand and once more took the boy’s cock in my mouth. Brad placed his hand on the back of my head but this time didn’t force me to suck his cock. I was soon bobbing my head up and down rapidly while I used my hand to jerk his shaft which was heavily lubricated by my spit.
It didn’t take Brad long before he told me he was going to cum. I started working his cock faster with my hand as I sucked his cock with just about an inch of him in my mouth. The boy let out a series of moaning grunts as he orgasmed in my mouth. I swallowed his fluid as it sprayed into my mouth and down my throat and continued to milk his cock for more. After he was finished I kept sucking his cock for a few more seconds and then knelt back on my heels and smiled up at the boy as I again wiped my mouth ad chin.
“Fuck, that was awesome,” Brad told me.
“Do Darren next,” I heard Travis tell me and looked over my shoulder at him. He was looking at his friend with a grin on his face. “Since Wendy doesn’t suck dick your should go next.”
“Man, I shouldn’t have told y’all that,” Darren said. “Don’t tell anyone else. She’ll kill me.”
I assumed Wendy was Darren’s girlfriend. I looked at him and nodded that I would do him next. I was so close to the other boy I didn’t even bother standing up and crawled to him. As I moved to the boy he started unbuckling his belt.
“No,” I told him. “I like doing that.” He grinned at me and removed his hands from his belt buckle.
I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled both his jeans and underwear down to his knees. I took his hard penis in my hand and slowly ran my fingers up and down the shaft.
“You never had a blowjob before?” I asked Darren as I was looking up at him.
He blushed from embarrassment. “My girlfriend doesn’t do that,” Darren admitted.
I smiled at him. “That’s, ok, baby, everyone has their first time,” I told him kindly.
Darren grinned and reached down to grab my head like Brad had done but I stopped him by grabbing his wrist. I put his arm to his side, stood up, and leaned over him.
“Just sit back, baby, and enjoy it,” I told him. “I am going to make it real good for you.”
Darren nodded as I got back on my knees between his legs and took his cock in my hand once more. I wanted to give him a seductive, slow, enjoyable blowjob for his first time. I also was not ready to be choked by a boy’s cock again and I knew when it was Travis’s turn he would do what Brad had done and maybe even worse.
I once again pushed my hair behind my ears. I wished I had something to tie my hair into a ponytail with so the boy could get a better look at me when getting his first blowjob, but I had to make do without. I knew guys like to watch that. I lowered my head to Darren’s cock.
