I waited a couple of years after graduation to attend college, working to save enough money to give myself a good foot up. I lived with my parents and worked for a farmer.
Occasionally, my folks would go out of town for the weekend and I’d stay home. “No parties!” they’d insist and most of the time I lived up to that. It was a small town in Kansas and the neighbors would have ratted me out so if I had people over, it had to be kept small.
This was in the eighties, when there was still no internet or streaming and not everyone had cable. My folks did. So around Memorial Day, when I knew I’d have an extra day or two off and my folks would be out of town for a week, I stocked up on some groceries and beers and put out a few invitations.
Back then I was sort of seeing, more fucking than seeing, a woman named Mandy. She was older than me by a little bit, wasn’t fat but was definitely chubby, cute but not pretty. But she was very adventurous sexually, had a great set of tits, and a wicked sense of humor. She was a lot of fun and my Mom hated her, another reason I was interested.
Mandy was, by the way, several of my firsts. She was the first woman I’d been with who was on the pill. I could cum inside of her all I liked. She was the first to ever ask me to fuck her ass. And she ate ass. She was also the first person I ever tit-fucked. To completion. And she was my first threesome. This is the story of that threesome.
While everyone else was downstairs watching HBO, something that was still pretty new in our area back then, we snuck off to my room and proceeded to get naked and get busy. My younger brother and my best friend were both there among the eight or nine folks who were over so I wasn’t worried about it getting out of control.
We had enjoyed our foreplay and I had her on her back, spread wide, and I had just gotten balls deep when there was a light knock on the door. I grabbed a blanket and covered us up, staying inside of her.
“Hello? You in here? Mandy?”
It was Carla, a friend of my best friend’s new girlfriend. I didn’t know her well, having only met her a couple of times. I held my finger up to my lips, not wanting to be interrupted. “Shhhhhhh.”
Mandy laughed and said, “Yeah, we’re here.”
The door opened and closed and in the light that came through the open curtains from the streetlight on the corner, I saw her cross to the bed and felt her sit on the edge.
“We?”
“Yeah. Val and me. Who’d you think would be here?”
“Val?”
“Yeah. Hi.”
“Oh shit! Are you two . . .”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, I’m sorry! I just wanted to talk to Mandy for a minute.”
“Whatcha need, Sweeite?”
“I just needed to get away from Matt (Matt was my best friend).”
“Why?”
“I went to the kitchen to grab a beer and he followed me. He tried to kiss me.”
“Isn’t Hillary here (Hillary was Matt’s girlfriend.)”
“Yeah. She’s asleep on the couch.”
Carla had come to the party alone, the only single one there. Everyone else was paired up. Carla didn’t have a boyfriend and Matt, who fancied himself a cocksman, had brought his future ex-wife, Hillary, who had worked all day and had fallen asleep almost immediately. Matt, seeing an opportunity, had made a move on the single girl, who wanted nothing to do with him.
“Would you like to stay here with us? That’d be okay, wouldn’t it, Val?”
“uhhhhhh, sure.”
I started to pull out so I could lay face up and talk to both of them.
“What are you doing?”
“Well, I thought . . . “
“No, no. You don’t mind if we finish, do you, Carla?”
“Um. Finish? OH! Uh, I could find another room or wake up Hillary or something. I don’t want to interrupt you.”
Point of fact, she already had interrupted and I was losing my hard. But, I knew Matt for who and what he was and if he was thinking about getting into this girl’s pants, he wouldn’t stop at one try.
“No. It’s okay. We can stop. We have all night.” I was nothing if not a gentleman.
Mandy set that straight. “No we can’t. As long as Sweetie here doesn’t mind, let’s make this one a quickie and we’ll get something going again later. You don’t mind, do you, Hun?”
“Uh, no. I don’t mind. It’s just sex, right?” There was more than a hint of doubt in her voice.
“In fact, if you want, you can crawl in here with us, if you want.”
I expected a refusal and that she’d leave to go back to the party. Maybe wake Hillary up.. But Mandy reached up and stroked her face with a fingertip, “We won’t bite you, you know,” and then, after a pause, I felt the blanket lift up and a pair of jeans brush against my hip.
Then Mandy’s voice, “What are you doing?”
“Getting in with you.”
“Not like that.”
“Huh?”
“Aw, c’mon, you don’t get to watch us dressed like that.”
Carla stood back up beside the bed. There in the glow of the streetlight, she was lovely to see. First the jeans. Down her lean boyish hips and then stepped out of. She made a gesture as if to ask if that was enough. “C’mon, Sweetie. You’ll be seeing all of us, won’t you?”
She wasn’t wearing a bra so when her t-shirt came off over her head it was to expose lovely B-cups with areolas as small and dark as pennies.
“Everything?”. There was no panic in her voice but you could hear the shyness.
“You can leave those on if you want.”
She crawled back in next to us and I could feel a real thrill as her bare skin brushed against me again. I knew Mandy could feel me stiffen inside of her.
“Now, sir. Where were we?”
I swiveled my hips to let her know that I was listening and leaned in for a kiss. Then Carla’s voice came quietly out of the dark.
“Can I see? I’d like to see.”
I felt Mandy reach over my back and tossed the blanket down to my hips. Carla tugged it off and let it fall beside the bed. Her hand brushing across my bare ass was like electricity.
Slowly I began to stroke and I could feel how much wetter Mandy was now. She was excited, too. Carla leaned down behind us and in the moonlight could see me sliding into and out of a very tight and wet cunt. Then she crawled back up and laid down beside us, her head on a level with my own while she rested on an elbow.
I looked to see if I could catch her glance but she and Mandy had already locked eyes and I was not included in the exchange. Carla’s hand came up and her fingertips began to massage her nipple as I saw Mandy’s right hand sneak across the slight space between us and begin to rub the crotch of Carla’s panties.
Carla’s eyes closed and her head tipped back as the touch of the fingers at her groin had their effect on her. Then her eyes opened and she leaned in between Mandy and I and although I couldn’t see it happen, I knew that they were kissing. At this point, although I was inside of one of them, I was merely an observer.
Mandy’s fingers now sought the elastic of Carla’s panties and began to attempt to reach inside. The angle was awkward and I could see her fingers bending back. Carla extracted herself from the kiss and stood beside the bed. Hooking her thumbs in the waistband at either side, she leaned forward and pushed them down to her knees, and then stepped out of them.
She had just the smallest puff of hair at the juncture of her thighs and it was dark and lovely. Mandy reached out as Carla stepped closer again to the bed and stroked it with her fingertips, pressing between her thighs and parting them. I could myself growing closer to an orgasm, and didn’t want to be.
“Val, scootch down!” Mandy whispered.
I pulled out as she pushed with her hands against the headboard and shoved her body farther down the bed, making room around her head.
She gestured and Carla climbed up, with her back to me.
“No, no, no. Turn around..”
Carla adjusted herself and parked her knees on either side of Mandy’s head. Then, with a sigh, she settled that taut body and I could see her relax as her pussy made contact with Mandy’s mouth, as if Mandy was sucking all of the energy out of her.
Her thumbs and forefingers began again to pleasure her sharp, little nipples as Mandy pulled her knees up, spreading herself for me to re-enter. Which I did. In one stroke, grinding at the end.
I tried to hold out. I did. And I got maybe a minute of stroking into and out of that plump, tight, slippery pussy, but watching Carla ride and writhe on Mandy’s mouth was too much for me and I could feel myself about to finish.
“I’m . . . I’m gonna cum.” I began to bottom out into her, knowing I could put it in as deep as I wanted.
“Please,” Carla’s whisper was gruff, “I want to see it. I want to see it! I want to see it cum!”
l pulled out and didn’t even need to touch myself. Streams of cum shot from me, the first couple of which were hard and thick enough that they splashed against Carla’s crotch where it rested on Mandy’s chin. The rest decreased until the last one bubbled against the thick mat between Mandy’s legs.
Carla fell forward and before I was fully aware, she had my cock in her mouth, sucking the last of my cum from me. It was a nearly painfully exquisite sensation. I knew she couldn’t have been extremely experienced but she knew enough to make me nearly faint from the pleasure.
As my cock deflated, she shook it from her mouth and as I watched, she began to lick the cum from Mandy’s body. First mine from just above her pussy, then Mandy’s from her open cunt.
As I watched and stroked my once-again stiffening cock, remember, I was a young man, they brought each other to shivering climaxes. Not simultaneously, but close enough for them to exhaust each other. As they rolled apart, and Carla crawled up to lay beside us, I saw the shine of my cum, which had been pressed between them, on both of their bodies. Mandy’s fingers traced patterns in it and she leaned down to lick it from between Carla’s tan-lined breasts.
“Fuck,” Many whispered. “Fuck. I could stand to do that again. Where’d you learn to eat pussy like that, Sweetie?”
“I didn’t.”
“You mean that was your first time?”
“Yeah.”
“Well don’t stop on my account. You’re good. So you’ve only ever been with guys?”
“No,” this whisper was shy and I could almost hear her blush.
“You mean?”
“I’m a virgin? Yeah.”
“Shit. I’m sorry! I didn’t know!” This from me. I wouldn’t have guessed.
“No. It’s okay. I had to have a first time with someone. This was fun.”
“But we didn’t? It wasn’t really a first time.”
“No. And I don’t want to do . . . that. But what else can we do? I’ve read the letters in the magazines in the bathroom cupboard at home. I know there’s other . . . stuff. Can we do some of that?”
If I hadn’t already been hard again, that would have done it.
Mandy reached over and pulled her down for another kiss which I leaned in to join. “We sure can, Hun.”
There was a loud knock on the door and then Matt’s voice. “Val? I’m going to take Hillary home. She’s tired. But I’ll be back. I can’t find Carla so I think she snuck out early. I was thinking about getting on that. She looks like she might know what’s going on. Val? You in there?”
We all three snuggled quietly, not answering.
“Val? You in there?”
“Yeah.”
“Can I come in?”
“No. Probably shouldn’t.”
“Hi Mandy!”
“Hey, Matt.”
“I’ll be back a little later if I can’t get Hillary to wake up. If you see Carla, tell her I’m looking for her.”
“Yeah.”
His footsteps retreated down the hall and then down the stairs
“So,” Mandy asked, “what other things are you thinking?”
wanna see 
