Three Men and a Slut Pt. 03

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After our little “signing ceremony” that morning, I spent the bulk of the rest of the day working at the lab on campus, running chemistry experiments. But it didn’t really seem like work. I had the proverbial spring in my step. Everything seemed to be going well. I even found myself singing to the radio that one of the other folks in the lab had playing. Cassidy, my office mate, gave me a curious look at one point. But I just smiled at her and carried on with what I was doing.

I was feeling wonderful. Not only had the dread from the previous week lifted, my body felt like it was supercharged with energy. Who knew that sex with three guys all at once could have this effect on one’s disposition? Who knew it felt so damned good!

What did it matter that I was whoring myself out to my housemates? It was harmless fun. They got to explore what sex was all about. And I got to get laid to my heart’s content without the complexity of having an intimate relationship. Wasn’t that what “friends with benefits” was all about?

“Whoring.” I rolled the word around in my head. Yes, I guess I was acting the whore. The slut. The trollop, floozy, harlot, skank. There were so many words. Did they all fit? I let each one float around in my head, trying it on for size. Maybe they did, I shrugged to myself. What did it matter? I was a healthy young woman who knew what she wanted. And what I wanted was to get fucked thoroughly by my three virile housemates.

I paused a moment in my work, closed my eyes and let the memory of those three gorgeous cocks wash over me.

“Mmm…” I audibly moaned, then caught myself, opening my eyes and looking around to see if anyone was close enough to hear. My eyes caught Cassidy’s. She was looking at me with a quirky smile and lifted an eyebrow quizzically at me.

I blushed, averted my eyes, and turned my attention back to the experiment I was running.

“Strumpet,” I thought to myself.

When I arrived home later that evening, I could see down the hallway my three housemates standing awkwardly around the dining table on the far side of the house. There seemed to be a large mass of random small boxes of various colors scattered across the surface. Curious, I slipped my shoes off and headed their way. Mike glanced at me as I approached, smiling nervously and stepping back to give me space at the side of the table.

“Hey guys, what’s up?” I started in. Then my eyes grew wide in surprise as I discerned what the boxes were. “Oh my god…”

The boxes were boxes of condoms. Dozens and dozens of them. Different brands. Different styles. Different colors. Some were flavored. Some were glow in the dark. Ribbed. Smooth. Mixed in here and there were a couple tubes of lube of various kinds as well.

“What did you guys do? Rob a condom factory?”

“I uh… guess we got a little carried away…” said Bill.

“I’ll say!” I responded. “This is like… a lifetime supply or something.”

There were even a few novelty condoms. One box caught my eye in particular. I reached over, picked it up, and laughed.

“Oh my god! Seriously? Cock condoms?”

The box sported a drawing of a rather sleazy-looking rooster holding up an unrolled condom with a suggestive smirk on his beak. The condom seemed to be shaped roughly like a distorted rooster’s head with the tip serving as the beak, eyes a little behind on either side of the shaft looking forward eagerly, and a rubbery comb-like ridge running along the top of the head.

I held the box up, looking around at the guys with a look of amusement on my face.

“I’ve, um… I’ve never bought condoms before,” admitted Mike with a blush spreading across his cheeks. “I didn’t know what to get, so I thought I’d just play it safe and get a little variety.”

“A little variety?” I teased him with a smile. “Where did you find these, anyway? Certainly not in the local drug store.”

Mike’s blush deepened, “Well, there’s a, um… there’s this store… a little outside of town.”

“Oh, I see. One of those stores, huh? I’ll bet you made their day. They probably haven’t sold this many condoms all year,” I laughed. The guys smiled and chuckled a bit in response.

There was a moment of silence. I looked at the three of them, my eyes shifting from one face to the next. They were clearly embarrassed but they also seemed expectant, eager. And they were all looking at me with big cheesy smiles on their faces.

“Well…” I said as I glanced back at the box of novelty “cock” condoms in my hands. Turning it to one side, I dug my fingers into the flap, prying it open. The box made a popping sound as the cardboard gave way and opened.

“I think we better get started if we don’t want all these condoms to go to waste.”

About a half hour or so later, I was naked on my hands and knees in the middle of the living room floor. Mike was already spent, lying on the couch trying to recover, a used condom on the floor by his feet. Rob’s cock was busy thrusting slowly but steadily in and out of my mouth, his hands holding firmly izmir escort bayan to either side of my head as his hips pushed forward and back. My tongue did its best to writhe around his flesh as it slid through my lips. Behind me, Bill was gripping my hips as he pumped his cock into my squelching pussy over and over again.

I moaned around the flesh in my mouth, my eyes closed as I drank in the lovely sensation of being spitted between them. My body rocked slightly back and forth as one pushed in while the other pulled out. I could feel my breasts, hanging beneath my frame, swing a little in response to the motion. My body felt like it was coursing with energy. My pussy was deliciously full. Rob’s manhood felt hot and rigid in my mouth. Four hands gripped my body in various places, squeezing firmly as they pulled me forward and back onto and off of the two cocks that were impaling me.

Suddenly, Bill stopped and pulled out from behind me. I moaned a little in disappointment at the loss of contact. Then a second later, I could hear him pull open a box and then fumble a bit with something. But with Rob’s hands gripping my head and his cock continuing to slide in and out of my lips, I couldn’t turn to see what.

Then I felt a slippery coolness on my asshole, and I realized what was going on. I quickly lifted a hand to push back from Rob, his cock slipping from my mouth. Turning my head around, I tried to tell Bill, but I wasn’t quite fast enough.

“Go sloooo…” My eyes rolled up into my head as Bill’s cockhead pressed through my sphincter not all that slowly. My toes curled. And my arms collapsed under me. My body tilted forward, the side of my face pressing unceremoniously into Rob’s crotch. My pussy shuddered. And I felt this wild combination of both pain and pleasure as an orgasm clenched all of my muscles.

“Nnngggaaahhh…” I groaned loudly as Bill’s cock pressed forward relentlessly into my ass. I flung a hand back towards Bill’s torso trying to get his attention.

“Wait! Wait! Wait!” I called out, and he finally paused. I took a deep breath.

“Oh my god! You gotta give me a little more warning next time!” I admonished.

“Sorry! Sorry! Did I hurt you?” I looked back at him over my shoulder and saw a mixture of fear and concern on his face.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to relax. Then I opened them again and smiled at him.

“It’s… it’s ok. It’s just you have to give me time to adjust. Don’t just plow all the way in like that on the first go.”

“Here, let me get us started,” I said. Biting my lower lip, I closed my eyes once more and tried to adjust my butt a little to the thick cock sticking halfway into it. Then I took a deep breath and pulled myself forward, Bill’s cock slipping back out an inch or two. Pushing slowly back against him, his cock sank inside again, and then a little further, and further still until I could feel my buttcheeks press into his hips.

“Oh my god…” Bill moaned as I impaled my ass completely on his shaft.

I moaned as well. His wasn’t the first cock I’d had in my ass, but it had been awhile. And it was nice to experience the sensation again.

Bill began pulling back again, and I relinquished control, allowing him to steadily build up a new rhythm as he fucked my ass. I felt Rob tap his mushroom cap against my lips. I smiled up at him and opened my mouth to take him back inside. And we returned to the steady rhythm we had before, me getting fucked from both ends again—just with one minor shift in positioning.

An hour later, I sat naked on the couch between Bill and Rob, my legs splayed open wide, draped over a knee on each side, and braced by a hand from each guy. Mike knelt on the floor in front of me, leaning forward to devour my pussy. His tongue slid here and there through my folds, teasing my clit, dancing around my vagina. He had one hand underneath my ass, cupping it like he was holding a dish that he was eating from. The thumb of that hand was curled up and pressing in and out of my well-used asshole. I moaned softly, eyes closed, head leaning back against the couch. Each of my hands were wrapped around the two cocks of the guys sitting on either side of me. Both were only semi flaccid at this point, having been used and reused multiple times since we had started.

My body quivered, and I arched my pussy up against Mike’s face as yet another wave of pleasure washed over me. I had long since lost count of how many orgasms I’d had that evening, and they were sort-of blending in together at this point.

“Oooohhh…” I cooed softly.

The following morning, I found myself in the shower, leaning forward, hands planted against the wall, bracing my body as Rob impaled me forcefully from behind. The sound of his hips striking my ass cheeks with each forward thrust echoed around the bathroom. The hot water from the shower head poured over my back and ass in a steady drumming. Rob’s hands gripped my hips firmly. My tits flung forward and back, water streaming off my nipples in erratic lines of escort izmir droplets that flipped forward and back from the motion.

I hadn’t really intended to start the day with more sex, but Rob and I had bumped into each other on the way to the bathroom, both with towels in hand ready for the shower. He politely offered to let me go first, but on a whim I wiggled my eyebrows at him suggestively and invited him to join me. And now here I was getting my pussy well plowed again before even having breakfast.

After finishing showering and getting a bite to eat, I spent a good portion of the morning studying with a pile of books on the dining table downstairs. And I made a lot of progress until about lunch time when Bill bounded down the stairs on his way to the kitchen. He sidled up next to me with a smile.

“You know, I was hoping to get a little something to eat,” he announced.

“It is about lunch time,” I responded kind of distractedly, my brain still trying to focus on a passage in one of my text books.

Bill placed his hands on my shoulders, giving them a little bit of a massage. He leaned down next to my ear and softly whispered.

“I was thinking maybe a little nibble of you might be nice.” He wrapped his lips around my earlobe and gave it a gentle tug. Then he planted a kiss on the side of my neck. Then another. I felt a thrill run up my spine as I tilted my head a little to give him more access.

“Oh, is that so?” I responded.

A few minutes later, I was perched on my butt on one of the counters in the kitchen leaning back against the wall. The jeans and panties I had been wearing only a moment before were in a pile on the floor in a corner. Bill sat on a chair in front of me, leaning forward to slide his tongue through my pussy lips. I held my legs out to either side as best I could, my feet pointing off towards opposite ends of the kitchen. I looked down at Bill, watching as he swirled his tongue around my quivering sex. I could see his cheeks glistening as my juices rubbed off on his face.

“Oh my god… that feels… mmm…” I moaned.

“That feels what?” Mike asked as he walked into the kitchen. His eyes quickly scanned over us.

“Oh, I see.” He smiled and chuckled.

To my delight, Bill took no notice of him and continued to assault my pussy vigorously. His tongue was now dancing up and down around each side of my clit, teasing it. My clit felt like it was going to explode. I moaned loudly in response.

Mike casually opened the fridge and pulled out a jar of peanut butter and another jar of jelly, setting them on the counter next to me. He grabbed a loaf of bread as well and took a plate from one of the cabinets. Then he set to work making himself a sandwich, using the space on the counter just to the right of my quivering body.

The surreal nature of him standing there calmly slathering his bread with jelly and peanut butter as I sat next to his plate writhing in pleasure almost made me laugh. But the steady rhythmic stroking of Bill’s tongue drove me to moan more loudly instead. I could feel the sensations building. My body felt electrified. I knew I was getting close.

Mike smashed the two halves of his sandwich together and looked up at me, giving me a curious smile. I tried to smile back. At least it was something approximating a smile. Mike blew me a kiss and turned to walk out of the room, plate in hand, leaving Bill to finish his meal.

Mike took his turn that evening. I was stripped nude and on my knees in the living room, leaning forward with my arms on the coffee table as Mike thrust into me from behind. My breasts hung beneath me, swinging forward to bump against the edge of the coffee table each time Mike pushed forward.

As he picked up speed, his hands gripped my hips tighter, pulling me back against him so my ass smacked against his abs. My hands shifted to grip the far side of the coffee table to brace myself. I opened my mouth and closed my eyes, tilting my head back, as I focused on the sensation of his cock churning my innards into a heady froth.

Mike fucked me from behind again the following morning. Except this time, I was bent at the waist while standing at the base of the staircase. I supported my upper body with my forearms resting on Rob’s upper thighs as he sat in front of me a few stairs up. His cock jutted out of his unzipped pants and was wrapped tightly in my lips. My mouth pumped up and down the thick shaft in time with Mike’s thrusting into quivering pussy.

I had dressed for the day in a knee-length plaid skirt and frilly white blouse. The back of the skirt rested happily on the small of my back. My panties had been stripped off and were lying next to the front door. The blouse hung open, revealing a white lacy bra that Rob had pulled down so his hands could cup and fondle my bare breasts while I slurped on his cock.

Bill appeared at the top of the stairs, backpack in hand. He strolled down the upper half of the staircase at a slow pace, taking in the scene from above. Then izmir escort he carefully squeezed past us, giving the side of my ass a hearty slap in the process.

“See you guys!” He called as he opened the door and stepped outside. He always had the earliest class on Monday mornings.

After a full day of classes, dinner, and a bit of studying that evening, I ended up in Bill’s room on all fours on his bed, my skirt again pulled up over my ass. My panties were somewhere… I wasn’t really sure… but definitely not on my body. Bill climbed on the bed behind me as I looked back at him over my shoulder. His cock was dutifully wrapped in a condom, and he was busy rubbing lubricant over it as he knee-walked towards my exposed rear.

I closed my eyes as he got close, knowing where he was most likely headed. I tried my best to relax just as I felt the coolness of the lubricant come into contact with the puckered rosebud of my anus. A shiver went up my spine both in shock at the sensation and in anticipation of what was going to happen next.

Bill’s hands gripped my hips, and then I felt the pressure build as his cockhead pressed against my asshole. The resistance only lasted a moment before my ass gave way and his thick member began forcing its way up into my backside.

I moaned loudly, hands clamping down on the fabric of the blanket beneath me. I could hear Bill grunting behind me as he pushed further in. Slowly, steadily, inch after inch pressed into my ass until I felt his hips push against my ass cheeks. He paused with his cock fully inside me and took a breath. I sucked in a breath as well just a moment before he began pulling back out.

Tuesday morning I knelt in the hallway next to the front door as Mike thrust his cock into my mouth. My hands were braced on his upper thighs. His hands held tight to the sides of my head as I let him pump himself rapidly through my lips. I could tell he was close. His breathing was forced and heavy. He grunted, quivered, and then suddenly called out as I felt a splash of warmth against the back of my throat. His cock pumped and pumped. I tried my best to swallow it all.

A moment later, he pulled back, spent, with a rosy smile on his face. Stuffing himself back in his jeans and zipping up he leaned down to give me a kiss on the lips.

“Thanks, Sam!”

“My pleasure! Have a nice day!” I responded.

As Mike stepped through the door on his way to class, I turned to see Bill strolling down the hallway towards me. He began unzipping his jeans as he stepped up to the position Mike had just vacated.

“Next!” I announced playfully as I reached for the growing bulge.

Tuesday evening I spent in Rob’s room watching what he introduced as one of his favorite porn videos on his computer. As we watched a busty brunette ride cowgirl on a well-hung stud sitting on an office chair, I mimicked her moves on Rob sitting in his computer chair, thrusting my breasts in his face and echoing the moans the porn star made with my own voice.

I pumped myself up and down with same steady tempo. His hands reached up and gripped my breasts, squeezing them the same way the guy on the screen was squeezing her breasts.

“Damn you’re so fucking hot!” said the guy on the screen.

“Damn you’re so fucking hot!” said Rob.

“Ooh… fuck yeah! I love impaling myself on your thick cock!” said the woman.

“Ooh… fuck yeah! I love impaling myself on your thick cock!” I echoed.

The porn duo picked up their pace. I followed, my body pumping rapidly up and down Rob’s shaft, breasts bobbing up and down. I gripped Rob’s shoulders firmly, biting my lower lip as the energy built, feeling my own body reaching a crescendo just as the pornstar on the computer screen began screaming that she was cumming. My body quivered. My pussy clenched, and I went over the same precipice, shuddering and moaning in pleasure.

A moment later, the guy on the screen announced his own imminent explosion.

“Yeah?” She said. “Now?”

He nodded in the affirmative, and she hopped up off his lap, quickly sinking down to her knees.

I glanced at Rob who gave me the same look, so I followed her lead as Rob stood up, hand wrapped around his cock, pumping it rapidly towards my face.

“Yeah, give me all that hot cum all over my pretty face!” said the porn star. And I repeated the phrase as drippy and raunchy as I could.

The porn stud gave his cock a few more pumps, grunted, groaned, and then his cock jerked and a fountain of cum splashed against the bridge of her nose.

Rob wasn’t far behind, his cock launching a thick salvo that ricocheted off my forehead in an arch up over the top of my head. A second burst landed a little lower on one cheek just below my left eye. Then a third hit the tip of my nose and dribbled down to my upper lip. I licked at it with my tongue as another spurt hit my other cheek.

“Fuck! Fuck! Ohhh yeah…” Rob moaned, now going off-script. His cock continued spurting out little bits of cum for a few more spasms as I leaned forward and licked the tip with my tongue. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and planted my lips on the mushroom-shaped cap, giving it a little suckle as my tongue swirled around his little hole, cleaning up every last drop of cum.

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