My First Threesome: Shattering Innocence in a College Bedroom
I remember their tidy college apartment bedroom like it was yesterday. Heart hammering, palms sweaty, I stood between Fabien and Thomas. No turning back now. We’d clicked at that café terrace after class—sunny afternoon, free time, their easy smiles pulling me in. ‘Why not both?’ I’d giggled, cheeks burning. They promised discretion. No anal, no cum in mouth, my rules. But god, the curiosity burned.
They undressed me slowly. Fabien in front, Thomas behind. My skirt slipped down. Sandals off, his hands stroking my calves, thighs. Shivers hit. String peeled away, exposing my smooth pussy, already wet. ‘Fucking gorgeous,’ Fabien growled, fingering my slit lightly. I sucked his finger clean, eyes locked. Thomas kneaded my tits, nipples hardening under his pinch. Breath hot on my neck. ‘You love this, slut,’ he whispered. The word jolted me—crude, perfect. My knees buckled.
The Approach: Heart Racing Toward the Unknown
Naked now, I grabbed their cocks. Fabien’s thick, promising. Thomas’s a monster—huge, veiny. Heart raced faster. Could I take it? Kneeling, I licked both tips together. Salty, throbbing. They groaned, hands in my hair.
The fear mixed with fire. Pulse thundering in my ears. This was it—my first time with two. Innocence cracking.
They pushed me onto the bed. Thomas kissed me hard, tongue invading. I gripped his massive shaft, guiding it to my lips. Sucked the head—hot, stretching my mouth. ‘Good slut, suck it,’ he urged, fucking my face gently. Fabien dove between my thighs. Tongue on my clit, swirling, sucking. Fingers plunged in—two, then three. His pinky teased my ass, pushing in slow. Overload. I bucked, moaning around Thomas’s cock. Waves built. Tongue deep in my cunt now. I exploded—screaming, grinding his face, body convulsing.
The Instant: Raw Discovery and Explosive Release
Panting, they made me masturbate for them. Fingers on my clit, pinching, dipping in. Their hands on my tits, encouraging. ‘Faster, slut. Imagine our cocks wrecking you.’ I did. Came again, howling, them jerking off beside me.
Doggy now. Fabien behind, slamming in hard. Balls slapping my ass. ‘Take it, you want your pussy wrecked?’ ‘Yes, harder, fucker!’ I shoved back, lost in the pound. Thomas fingered my ass. I shattered, his cum flooding me.
Thomas next. Guided his beast in slow. Filled me utterly—stretching, pulsing. Then brutal. Pinned fetal, knees to chest, he hammered. Fought to push him off—made it intense. ‘Want the sauce?’ ‘Yes, cum!’ Hot jets inside, then on my pussy, smeared over tits.
Shower after. Coffee in the living room. They knelt. ‘Move in with us.’ Hands wandering again. Innocence gone. Addicted now. Heart still races remembering.
