Straight Female / 39
My First Threesome
I was in a relationship with my childhood sweetheart from being fifteen years old until he cheated on me when I was twenty-three. The hurt was so bad I sometimes struggled to breathe. One of my friends suggested we go on holiday together as it would help me; I agreed.
Two weeks all-inclusive in Ibiza and a chance for me to put the past in the past and move on. I had a great time; the resort was full of young people and some hot men. I don’t mind admitting I had some real fun. Until the holiday, I’d only ever had sex with my ex-boyfriend; by the end of the first week, I had slept with two different boys and loved every minute of it; by the end of the second week, I was well on my one to football team numbers!! Being cheated on it’s the rejection that gets you and the destruction of trust and love, with a good looking hunk making love to you whilst whispering how beautiful you does help with the rejection. This, however, is not the confession.
On the penultimate night of the holiday, my friend was not feeling well, so I went down to the hotel restaurant alone. I had decided to eat and have an early night as I was well and truly fucked (literally). Whilst I was eating, two middle-aged men came and sat with me. At first, I was a little annoyed as I wanted to be alone and not sat with a couple of average-looking, slightly fat men. However, I started to enjoy myself with these guys. They were hilarious and had me in stitches with some of their stories. I also drank a couple of bottles of wine, and when they asked me to go back to their room, I said yes.
I can’t believe what I did that night with those two guys. I sucked both their cocks; I had one licking my pussy as the other sucked on my tits (fantastic feeling). They both fucked me bareback and spit roasted me. They had loads of booze in their room, and I had continued drinking during the threesome, and I was eventually hammered. I’d not until that night had anal sex, but Carl, the older of the two fucked me up the ass for the first time. Even drunk, it hurt, to begin with, but I eventually enjoyed it. It made me feel like a slut.
These two knew what they were doing, and I ended up with Steve lying on the bed with me lying on top of him with his cock in my pussy and Carl behind me with his cock in my ass. I had a fucking fantastic orgasm. I liked it when they called me a whore and a slut. I enjoyed just being used and abused by these two men. I discovered that night I was a rampant submissive. I had fantasied about being used and even r**ed but never thought in a million years I would live out these dark urges.
I broke off from being fucked during the night to go to the loo; however, Carl and Steve followed me into the bathroom. I was bursting, so I sat on the loo and began to urinate with them, looking at what I was doing. Carl then comes over to me and just starts pissing on my tits!! Steve joins him and aims his piss at my pussy. I should have been grossed out at this, but I liked it!!
After they and I had finished, they put me in the shower and cleaned me. Then I was back on the bed being fucked again. This went on all night; we would sleep for an hour, wake, and I would be fucked.
In the early hours, another middle-aged guy came into the room. Carl spoke to him, and he went into another bedroom that I’d not noticed. He was a good looking tall guy with a huge cock. Carl then starts fucking me again, and this other guy whose name I never did learn joins us on the bed. He then takes over when Carl finished; then Steve was fucking me straight after that. Three men, one after the other! Not long after, I left as my head started to throb, and the onset of one almighty hangover was breaking over me. I went back to my room and pretty much slept the whole of the next day.
My pussy, ass and tits were as sore as hell for the next couple of days! I didn’t tell my friend or anybody else what I’d done on that debauched night of madness. Thankfully, I didn’t see the three guys again, and we flew home the day after. It took about four days for my body to return to normal. I did, though, like the soreness it reminded me of the slut I’d been that night. I’ve had a couple of one night stands since the holiday; I don’t want a serious relationship at the moment; I just want to be fucked and used. I would also like to have another threesome again.
I bumped into my ex-boyfriend today at the Trafford Centre whilst shopping. He seemed pleased to see me and was again apologizing for his behaviour. He asked if he could take me out for dinner; I listened and felt nothing. In the end, I looked him straight in the eyes and told him I’d been fucked by ten real men since we had split, and everyone was better at fucking me than he was. I then went for the jugular and stated that I was practically still a fucking virgin when we were together, and my bed was now solely for real men who knew what they were doing with their cocks. I no longer wanted little boys with their little cocks anywhere near my pussy ever again. I’d never spoken like that before, and it felt so empowering. I think he was close to tears when I’d finished.
Two weeks all-inclusive in Ibiza and a chance for me to put the past in the past and move on. I had a great time; the resort was full of young people and some hot men. I don’t mind admitting I had some real fun. Until the holiday, I’d only ever had sex with my ex-boyfriend; by the end of the first week, I had slept with two different boys and loved every minute of it; by the end of the second week, I was well on my one to football team numbers!! Being cheated on it’s the rejection that gets you and the destruction of trust and love, with a good looking hunk making love to you whilst whispering how beautiful you does help with the rejection. This, however, is not the confession.
On the penultimate night of the holiday, my friend was not feeling well, so I went down to the hotel restaurant alone. I had decided to eat and have an early night as I was well and truly fucked (literally). Whilst I was eating, two middle-aged men came and sat with me. At first, I was a little annoyed as I wanted to be alone and not sat with a couple of average-looking, slightly fat men. However, I started to enjoy myself with these guys. They were hilarious and had me in stitches with some of their stories. I also drank a couple of bottles of wine, and when they asked me to go back to their room, I said yes.
I can’t believe what I did that night with those two guys. I sucked both their cocks; I had one licking my pussy as the other sucked on my tits (fantastic feeling). They both fucked me bareback and spit roasted me. They had loads of booze in their room, and I had continued drinking during the threesome, and I was eventually hammered. I’d not until that night had anal sex, but Carl, the older of the two fucked me up the ass for the first time. Even drunk, it hurt, to begin with, but I eventually enjoyed it. It made me feel like a slut.
These two knew what they were doing, and I ended up with Steve lying on the bed with me lying on top of him with his cock in my pussy and Carl behind me with his cock in my ass. I had a fucking fantastic orgasm. I liked it when they called me a whore and a slut. I enjoyed just being used and abused by these two men. I discovered that night I was a rampant submissive. I had fantasied about being used and even r**ed but never thought in a million years I would live out these dark urges.
I broke off from being fucked during the night to go to the loo; however, Carl and Steve followed me into the bathroom. I was bursting, so I sat on the loo and began to urinate with them, looking at what I was doing. Carl then comes over to me and just starts pissing on my tits!! Steve joins him and aims his piss at my pussy. I should have been grossed out at this, but I liked it!!
After they and I had finished, they put me in the shower and cleaned me. Then I was back on the bed being fucked again. This went on all night; we would sleep for an hour, wake, and I would be fucked.
In the early hours, another middle-aged guy came into the room. Carl spoke to him, and he went into another bedroom that I’d not noticed. He was a good looking tall guy with a huge cock. Carl then starts fucking me again, and this other guy whose name I never did learn joins us on the bed. He then takes over when Carl finished; then Steve was fucking me straight after that. Three men, one after the other! Not long after, I left as my head started to throb, and the onset of one almighty hangover was breaking over me. I went back to my room and pretty much slept the whole of the next day.
My pussy, ass and tits were as sore as hell for the next couple of days! I didn’t tell my friend or anybody else what I’d done on that debauched night of madness. Thankfully, I didn’t see the three guys again, and we flew home the day after. It took about four days for my body to return to normal. I did, though, like the soreness it reminded me of the slut I’d been that night. I’ve had a couple of one night stands since the holiday; I don’t want a serious relationship at the moment; I just want to be fucked and used. I would also like to have another threesome again.
I bumped into my ex-boyfriend today at the Trafford Centre whilst shopping. He seemed pleased to see me and was again apologizing for his behaviour. He asked if he could take me out for dinner; I listened and felt nothing. In the end, I looked him straight in the eyes and told him I’d been fucked by ten real men since we had split, and everyone was better at fucking me than he was. I then went for the jugular and stated that I was practically still a fucking virgin when we were together, and my bed was now solely for real men who knew what they were doing with their cocks. I no longer wanted little boys with their little cocks anywhere near my pussy ever again. I’d never spoken like that before, and it felt so empowering. I think he was close to tears when I’d finished.
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Rothco / July 5, 2021
